Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 220 The Conman 20

"Master, what do you mean?"

Zheng Jia felt that his niece was somewhat unreliable. This master was not only young, but she was also impolite and a riddle-maker. Her professional abilities did not seem particularly outstanding.

"What I mean is, have you ever considered that you might be encountering a ghost?"

As Ling Yi finished speaking, Zheng Jia frowned: "Otherwise, why would I have asked you to come here?"

If the hospital hadn't been unable to diagnose anything, she would never have believed in such feudal superstitions.

Although she is old, she still believes in the power of technology.

For example, her face is the result of increasingly sophisticated cosmetic techniques.

"Okay, let me explain more clearly." Ling Yi looked at the old lady pulling Zheng Jia's ear, her voice almost hoarse from shouting, and said:

"What I mean is, you may have encountered something bad outside, and the evil spirits guarding your home are preventing you from sleeping and are appearing in your dreams to remind you."

“How is that possible?” Zheng Jia immediately retorted, “My career is thriving, my family is harmonious, my children are filial, and I have good relationships with my friends. I have never encountered anything bad!”

“No, the only bad thing is that I might be haunted by what you call a house-protecting ghost.” Her expression was serious. “But I’m more inclined to think that I might have contracted some disease that the hospital couldn’t detect during my medical check-up. I’ve already booked a flight abroad for tomorrow to get another full-body check-up.”

What a staunch materialist! If she weren't in a supernatural world, she would probably be the kind of parent other people talk about when their children try to persuade their superstitious parents to stop.

but……

"I'm sorry, you're being haunted by a ghost."

The old lady, who had previously thought Ling Yi was a fraud, changed her posture from whispering in her daughter's ear to looking up at Ling Yi after hearing Ling Yi's repeated assertions about the existence of ghosts: "Master, please tell this silly girl to stop going for any more beauty treatments!"

"Every time she gets a beauty treatment, her body weakens a little more. If she continues like this, she won't have many years left to live!"

"As you can see, she doesn't really trust me, and I can't convince her." Ling Yi's gaze met the old lady's, and she looked up from her daughter with delight.

At this moment, Zheng Jia felt that his shoulders, which had been cold and damp, seemed to have regained their warmth, and the shawl seemed a bit unnecessary.

She tossed the shawl aside and looked at Ling Yi suspiciously: "Master, what are you talking to?"

Is this a scam?

"That blockhead!" the old woman cursed, "Master, you told her that when she was little, she insisted on jumping off the second floor and got a beating from her father!"

"She said that if she didn't go to school in junior high, her dad would beat her up!"

"She said she had a crush on her childhood sweetheart in high school and got beaten up by her dad!"

"She said that when she was in college, she went to the Arctic with a research vessel and got beaten up by her father!"

Ling Yi: "..."

She humbly asked, "May I ask why she always gets beaten by her father?"

The old lady said matter-of-factly, "I have to be a loving mother, of course I can't lay a hand on my child!"

Of course, she wouldn't tell the master how she and the old man came up with the idea of ​​hitting the child.

Zheng Jia frowned even more: "What? You got beaten up?"

A sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

"Oh, I heard from your mother that you were beaten up from childhood to adulthood." Ling Yi pulled out her youthful naiveté from her adolescence and exposed it to the stunned look on the fifty-something-year-old woman's face.

Zheng Jia staggered a couple of steps after being confronted by Ling Yi, and sat down on the sofa: "How...how did you know?"

Surely it wasn't her mother, who had been gone for several years, who told Lingyi this? Since her parents passed away, no one had told her these things that made her feel both ashamed and angry for many years.

Ling Yi smiled and said something that left her speechless: "Of course, it was your mother who told me."

Zheng Jia looked around, stunned: "My mother, she's here?"

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly reddened.

Isn't it a kind of happiness for someone in their fifties to still be able to hear their parents nagging?

But she no longer has that kind of happiness!

"What a useless person, crying at such an old age." The old lady paced anxiously beside her.

"Please wait a moment." It was unclear whether Ling Yi was speaking to the old lady or to Zheng Jia.

With a thought, Wu Jin, who was obediently squatting in the car, flapped his wings and flew in, carrying a small bag in his claws.

Ling Yi opened the small bag, poured out the remaining cow tears, and smeared them in front of Zheng Jia's eyes.

Zheng Jia felt a cool sensation before her eyes, and when she opened them again, the world presented her with strange scenery she had never seen before.

Her feet were not touching the ground, and her face remained frozen in the last moment before her death. Her elderly mother was now jumping up and down, scolding her for being useless.

This scene reminded her of the past, and she instinctively cried out, "Dad, help!"

In the small Buddhist shrine behind the living room, another memorial tablet, upon hearing the sound, swayed almost imperceptibly.

The old lady realized that her daughter might have heard her as she called out to her daughter unconsciously.

She suddenly lunged forward, startling Zheng Jia so much that he fell backward onto the sofa: "Mom, what are you doing?"

In the last two years of her life, my mother became extremely weak and had to use a wheelchair to get around.

Zheng Jia hadn't seen his mother so...lively in a long time.

"You little brat, you can finally see your mother!" Once the old lady was sure that her fifty-something-year-old son could finally hear her, she rolled up her sleeves and began to lecture him.

"Didn't I tell you not to get involved with those shady things?" She poked Zheng Jia's forehead with her index finger. Although she didn't actually touch him, she still made Zheng Jia shrink back like a quail.

"You think you can look twenty again after a beauty treatment? You must be so happy!" The old lady was furious. "Don't you think about why you're the only one who gets such a good thing? Are you the only rich person in the world, or the only fool?"

The elegant lady who had just been exuding grace now spoke like a stubborn little girl, muttering softly, "I'm not the only one; that beauty salon has plenty of customers!"

"What? You're being stupid with everyone else, and you're even developing a sense of collective honor from it?" The old woman sneered. "Don't you ever think about why such excellent techniques are only available at that one beauty salon?"

"Is it that other people don't want to make money, or is there something fishy about her technique?"

“Every time you come back from over there, your lifespan decreases by one year. Do you know how worried your parents are?”

"For the past two months, your father and I have tried everything we could, but we couldn't stop you even once, could we?"

"You little brat, you even know to move away from us, and you even want to call demon hunters to catch us!"

You deserve a beating!