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no more and she can be rebirthed again. Tell us what to do! Offerings, sacrifices, or prayer rituals; we'll do anything. Even if my wife has to depend on the Taoist's talisman for the rest of her life, or, maybe you can shave off a few years of my life! Please, Master! I'll

ghter?' I waved my hand and said, 'No. It's a woman who is dead. But the matter is directly related to your predicament. Fostering a ghost means that you will burn offerings for her on the thirty-fifth day and the hundredth-day from the date of her death, as well as the anniversary of her death and Qing Ming fe

l be amnesiac if we were to merely summon back the fragments of her soul. To completely resolve the problem, we have to find out the reason that caused her memory loss and simulate the setting to jolt her memory. Still, we would first need to summon back her

me, hoping that I'll be able to introduce them to another close friend of mine, Nie Xiaojun, who is a famous doctor. There have been a great number of people who had asked for such favors of me. Thinking that they were no less different to those disturbing people, I yelled to them, 'Go! Get out of my sight! No matter what you came here for!!' Instead, Brother Hai and his son got up from their seats and turned to leave. He had barely

em, "Uncles and Aunties, please enjoy the meal as you listen to o

Father said to me, 'Call Uncle Quan. Tell him to close the Institute after the current session. We'll reimburse the students late

that I would be coming to him for help! He was avoiding me on purpose! Never anger a person who possesse

earlier today, young friend. Please do not mind my bad manners!' My father bade me to open the gates as he led Mr. Zhang in as he said, 'Please come inside. In truth, I am very much older than I look. I'll just take your compliments as applause for my youthful appearance.' Once inside, I made Mr. Zhang some tea, and my

. In fact, I had even rebuked many for being superstitious. But ever since meeting Brother Hai for the first time, I found that he has another pair of eyes; one that allows him to peer into the depths of one's heart and wring the truth and

id to Mr. Zhang, 'Call for Nie Xiaojun and Yang Xiaoshan. Have the

knew him! How did Brother Hai know their names and their involvement with the accident? When all was said and done, I began to realize that this was merely a sliver of wha

. Nie, you will only have to sit still and leave everything to me. You will neither have to say anything nor will you have to apologize. But Mr. Yang, you're the perpetrator of this accident. Hence I will need your agreement that you will fully consent to my requests. You wil

ith Mr. Zhang and Mr. Nie trailing behind. But my father said nothing. He turned and tugged at Yang Xiaoshang, pulling him to the front to meet Mr. Liu and barked at him, 'On your knees! Call him Uncle!' Liu Wenhua, perplexed, instantly gestured for a pause with a time-out hand signal commonly used in basketball games as he exclaimed, 'Wait a minute! What is this! What Uncle? I do not know who he is!' My father growled a

.' A few other elders of the family meandered out of the house, moaning and wailing with tears as if it was a funeral for a deceased member of their family! All of a sudden, a voice called out from one of the younger kin, saying, 'Here comes our Third Uncle!' It was Liu Wenhua's younger brother, Liu Wenli who came. One of the relatives said to him, 'It's Xiaoshan who has returned!' Liu Wenli shuddered once and pointed the opposite room, saying in a choked tone, 'I need to go there

her excitedly, 'Is this a drama performance?' I got out of the car and stepped to the front, saying, 'Let me drive, Mr. Zhang. I'll be able to try driving a nice car while you get to li