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Chapter 147 My Ancestor? I'm also your grandfather

The boss got on the tricycle and was about to leave, but the old man went up to him and hugged his thighs.

He screamed and cried, "Boss, please don't leave. I finally had a chance to eat barbecue. I beg you to please don't leave."

Ling Yan really couldn't bear to watch it. She witnessed a large-scale retention scene right before her own eyes.

Until the barbecue stall owner finally ran away, her beggar descendant lay on the ground and cried for a long time, until the surrounding scene disappeared and the world turned into pure white.

He is still crying.

Ling Yan couldn't stand it anymore. She planned to reveal her identity and have the physical book burned. After all, she only had two descendants. If one didn't work out, she could try the next one. But pinning all her hopes on one person was a little unsafe.

"Wake up, young man, and stop crying."

Old man Xia raised his head from between his arms in confusion, looked around, and then looked at Ling Yan strangely.

"Why are you still here? Isn't my dream over?"

He was actually quite capable and was able to stay awake in his dream, knowing that everything that had just happened was just a dream.

not bad.

Ling Yan was somewhat satisfied. She slowly said, "Young man, I am your ancestor."

"..."

The air froze for a moment, and the two looked at each other, but no one was the first to break the silence.

After a while, Old Man Xia spoke up, "Well, I am still your grandfather. How can a lonely ghost claim to be your relative?"

Ling Yan's heart was filled with anger. Just as she was about to speak, she found herself kicked out of his dream.

Practitioners like them are able to end dreams at any time or control dreams.

Ling Yan had been dead for hundreds of years, and had never appeared in anyone's dreams before, not even her closest generations.

Many even went to the underworld to find her and asked her why she had never appeared in their dreams.

What a blessing it was for her to send dreams to her descendants, but after finally sending a dream to her descendants, she was driven out!

Of course Ling Yan couldn't just give up like that. She had two offspring. If this one didn't work, she would try the next one. And if both of them didn't work, she would try the next one.

Just wait for her slap.

When I entered the dream of the second offspring, everything was normal, not as weird as the first one.

Ling Yan stood in front of a small wooden house with a neatly tended vegetable garden in front of it.

This offspring doesn’t seem to be that rich, but he is not as poor as the previous one either.

"Excuse me, which senior entered my dream?"

Ling Yan was a little surprised that there was someone who could guess her identity.

It looks like it should be much stronger than the first one.

Ling Yan was very satisfied.

Mr. Duan sat under the eaves of his wooden house, quietly waiting for the visitor to show up. He had some vague premonitions before going to bed, so he specially told the divination for himself.

It indicates that an important person will visit you in the dream, but you can't figure out who he is.

I just vaguely felt that I needed his help to do something big.

Mr. Duan went to bed early today on purpose, packed up quickly, and waited in his dream for someone to come to him.

Therefore, he was not particularly surprised when Ling Yan showed up.

He was on high alert. It must have been a huge task for him to have a rare great man appear in his dream. He didn't expect that he would have to endure such a test at such an old age.

Ling Yan simply and straightforwardly stated her purpose, "I want you to buy me a physical copy of Death Train. You have to buy a complete set for me. It has to be an authentic copy. I heard that it can be bought in any bookstore in the human world. Please don't buy me a pirated copy."

"Then burn it for me."

"?"

When Ling Yan didn't speak, Mr. Duan even thought that this mission might be so dangerous that he had to sacrifice himself to accomplish the greater good.

Although he appeared calm and composed on the surface, his hands were actually shaking.

He just wanted to live a simple life away from the world without being disturbed. Although he seemed to be indifferent to fame and fortune and not afraid of life and death, he was actually very afraid of death.

Mr. Duan's mind was even automatically thinking about how he should face his living relatives after accepting the task, how he should instruct them to handle his funeral, and how he should say goodbye to this beautiful little world.

The more he thought about it, the more choked he became, and he almost burst into tears in front of such an important person.

As a result, he was frightened for a long time, and the other party said this?

This is the first time that Mr. Duan has doubted his divination skills in all these years. What kind of a big task is this? Could it be that his divination skills are not yet perfect enough?

Ling Yan frowned when she saw that the other party had not responded yet, "What's wrong? Can't you do this?"

Old Master Duan wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeves and said yes repeatedly. However, he still had some doubts in his heart, so he asked, "Can I ask who you are, senior, and where should I burn the things?"

Ling Yan said: "The founder of Xuanmen, your ancestor Ling Yan."

"The items must be burned intact. No violent transportation is allowed!"

Mr. Duan was really shocked this time.

Who?

Who is the big shot who sent the dream?

Ling Yan?

Is this the Ling Yan he knows?

Is it really his ancestor???

Who is the founder of Chinese metaphysics?

Wait a moment.

His skills may really need to be improved. It is amazing that such a big shot didn't tell him earlier. How could he dream of building a thatched hut to receive people?

Oh my god, his ancestors wouldn’t think that her descendants would be extremely poor, would they?

When Mr. Duan woke up, it was still daybreak. He wiped the sweat from his head. As a metaphysical person, he was not stupid enough to think that the dream he just had was false, or that the characters in the dream were fake.

Which lonely ghost dares to borrow the name of his ancestors? He is tired of living.

Mr. Duan carefully recalled the content of his dream, burning books, burning physical books.

What’s it called? Death Train.

Why does this book title sound so familiar, as if someone has whispered it in his ear.

But buy it anyway.

In addition, he also had to prepare a set of the books that his ancestor specifically requested. Who knows what important things might be in them, but it was not convenient to reveal more in the dream, so he had to follow the clues in the book to look for them.

"Old man, Mr. Xia is here and has something interesting to tell you."

Mr. Duan nodded, and then said, "Do you know the book Death Train?"

The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then said, "I know. Young people seem to like reading it. My grandson likes it too. Do you want to read novels recently, old man?"

Mr. Duan nodded, "Buy a few copies and check the book, the author and everything else. Put the information on my desk when the time comes."

The old butler nodded.

After Mr. Duan finished washing up and went downstairs, his junior fellow apprentice was already eating fruit on the sofa. When he saw him coming, he immediately straightened his posture.

"Brother, let me tell you, I had a very interesting dream last night. A wandering ghost who came from nowhere actually dared to break into my dream and pretended to be my ancestor, hahahaha."

Mr. Duan: ...

After waking up from his dream, Old Man Xia kept laughing on the bed. Since he entered the world of metaphysics, he has not had such a dream for decades. Even ordinary ghosts cannot enter his dreams.