After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 39

Before Meng Ting's smile disappeared from his face, a cough was suddenly heard from the east room.

Ni Yangzhou was startled, "Is there someone?"

Meng Ting nodded and explained quietly: "My mother."

The boy put Ni Yangzhou down, asked him to sit on the table, then he stood up, opened the door and went to the other side.

Meng Ting was very patient and careful. He even opened the door slowly, for fear that the wind would blow Ni Yangzhou away.

While Ni Yangzhou was admiring the other person's attentiveness, he also lamented that his 1.8-meter-tall body had turned into a pitiful paper man who was afraid of wind and water.

The combat effectiveness is approximately equal to negative one thousand.

Ni Yangzhou wanted to go over and take a look, but his new body was not satisfactory, so he had to sit and wait.

I've lived in the Meng family for so long and never heard any sound. How come I heard it today?

Ni Yangzhou watched Meng Ting unlock the door, open it, go in and seem to have a conversation, then return to the west room.

The little paper man waved his hand.

"Does Auntie know you can do this?"

Meng Ting sat down slowly, still facing Ni Yangzhou, and shook his head.

"So, do I have to hide away normally?"

Surprisingly, Meng Ting said, "No need to hide."

"I saw it, but I didn't recognize it."

"what?"

Ni Yangzhou thought he had turned into a two-dimensional paper, his brain circuits had been compressed, and his IQ was not enough.

Meng Ting stretched out his hand, and Ni Yangzhou was very considerate and jumped into the boy's palm.

The boy took two steps and came to the east room without even opening the door.

He just gestured for Ni Yangzhou to go in.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the tightly locked door and asked in confusion:

"How to get in?"

Meng Ting pointed to the narrow gap in the door.

"Don't wake her."

"Let's do it."

Ni Yangzhou stretched his arms and legs, stepped onto the threshold, and actually slid in smoothly without even feeling crowded.

As soon as he entered the house, Ni Yangzhou smelled the rich scent of sandalwood.

The room was dim and warm, the curtains were drawn, and there was only a faint candlelight in the room.

The floor was the most common cement floor in rural areas, with cabinets, dressing tables and a large bed placed along the walls.

Looking up from Ni Yangzhou's perspective, he could only see the tall bed, but he couldn't see the person on it clearly.

Ni Yangzhou took a few steps back, ran to the bed farthest from the bed, and finally saw the appearance of the person on the bed.

The sleeping man looked very old.

His skin was covered with wrinkles, but his high nose and deep eyes vaguely revealed his beautiful appearance when he was young. His long eyebrows were slightly raised, making him look quite heroic.

Looks a bit like Meng Ting.

Suddenly, Ni Yangzhou felt something was wrong.

Green smoke rose from the sandalwood. Ni Yangzhou took a deep breath and felt at peace. He looked more carefully and found that the person on the bed had no breathing problem.

If you lie flat normally and cover yourself with a thin blanket, you should be able to see the rise and fall of your abdomen when you breathe, right?

Ni Yangzhou listened carefully, but could not hear any sound.

The little paper man rubbed his eyes, he was not mistaken.

The person on the bed had an abnormally pale face, and in the dim candlelight, thin, straight shadows could be seen on the inside of his skin.

Those are the bamboo strips that support the frame.

Meng Ting's mother is a paper doll.

Ni Yangzhou accepted the fact tremblingly. He didn't have the courage to observe it closely, so he crawled out through the crack in the door.

Following his hand placed on the ground at the door, Meng Ting carried him back into the house as if he were sitting on Aladdin's carpet.

"Brother Meng."

Ni Yangzhou said with lingering fear:

"How long has it been since Auntie passed away?"

Meng Ting replied:

"Seven years."

"What about the steamed buns and soy milk every morning?"

"I offer it with sandalwood."

Ni Yangzhou was a little dazed. As a small paper ghost, he was frightened by a big paper ghost.

I have ten thousand questions in my mouth, but the one I ask is a stupid question.

"Will I become like that?"

Like that, which one?

He was unconscious, sleeping every day, relying on sandalwood for warmth, and was locked in the house, unable to go out again.

wrong.

I will not.

Ni Yangzhou thought of the system.

If the task is completed, I will be promoted to the next world. If the task is not completed, then it will be GAME OVER and it will end.

"will not."

Meng Ting said it affirmatively, fearing that Ni Yangzhou would worry, so he explained the matter clearly.

"Remember what I told you, my dad is gone and my mom is fainted."

Ni Yangzhou recalled that late-night conversation and nodded.

"After waking up that morning, my mother didn't speak or eat. She just sat on the bed and looked out."

"I asked a neighbor to call a doctor, but they were helpless and just said she was in a nightmare. I had no choice but to force her to eat something."

“Then Mom got sick.”

"In just a few days, I seemed to have aged dozens of years. My hair turned gray, and my face was no longer smooth, but had many wrinkles on it."

"One day I was sleeping on my stomach next to her bed, and I suddenly dreamed of my dad."

Meng Ting lowered his eyes and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"He said goodbye to me and said that when the time comes, I will bring my mother to see him."

At that time, little Meng Ting had a splitting headache. When he opened his eyes from his coma, he found that his mother, who had been sitting stiffly, had fallen softly on the bed.

He had stopped breathing long ago.

Ni Yangzhou remained silent as he listened to the past events, but he felt sorry for the boy who was in elementary school at that time.

From that day on, Meng Ting knew about his father's ability to eat food from the underworld.

It is divided into innate soul-transmitted and acquired learning. People like Meng Ting, who were born with the ability to see ghosts and spirits, have never learned it. It was just because of his father's entrustment before his death that he mastered the skills passed down by his father throughout his life.

Even if Meng Ting didn't want it.

He made a paper figure in the image of his mother as his father had instructed in the dream, but he could not call the soul in. The boy covered his face with his bleeding index finger that had been pierced by a bamboo thorn and broke down in tears.

Until the dazed ghost couldn't bear it anymore, and as a mother, she called out Meng Ting's name.

The jade pendant that Meng Ting had worn since childhood emitted light, and his soul was suddenly pulled closer, allowing it to live in the paper figure.

Originally, Xiao Mengting wanted to portray her mother when she was young, the one who never aged, who was healthy and full of energy.

But after the soul was sucked in, the paper man aged instantly. Even though it was a paper man, it turned into the one waiting for its lover to return.

She is silent, rarely awake, and her memory stops at the day before her father passed away. She is always waiting.

Meng Ting lived alone from then on.

Ni Yangzhou held Meng Ting's fingers with his slender arms as a comfort. The rough yellow paper rubbed against his skin, causing dense itching.

When Meng Ting was a child, he was often ostracized by other children in the village because he talked to invisible ghosts.

At funerals, everyone respects his parents, but in real life, no one wants to have anything to do with them.

Dad went to exorcise ghosts but died in a foreign land. Mom waited for him wholeheartedly but became trapped.

For the first time since Meng Ting grew up, he was glad that he had such an extraordinary ability.

He pulled back Niyangzhou.