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Chapter 212: Why Don’t You Visit My Grave

"Sigh," Shen Zhiyao said. "Regarding Spirit Jade’s story, I hope you all will share the stream recordings. May it serve as a wake-up call for some unfit parents and trashy people. As Spirit Jade said earlier, this was her dying wish, and I hope you can all help fulfill it for her."

The netizens in the stream chat enthusiastically agreed.

After all, it was the final wish of a poor, unfortunate girl.

"Alright, let’s move on to our third live call. Let’s see who the lucky one is, shall we?"

As soon as a male netizen with the screen name "Hua Yueye" appeared, he blurted out, "Host, save me! I think I’m haunted!"

The netizens, who had still been complaining about Spirit Jade’s mother, were immediately captivated by Hua Yueye’s words and began asking what was wrong.

Hua Yueye said, "I’m terrified. The moment I close my eyes, I see a woman with a full head of white hair, gaping eye sockets, and a red dress, standing at my bedside. I’ve been so scared I haven’t shut my eyes in days! And what’s more terrifying is that she’s getting closer and closer!"

[Holy shit, it’s midnight! Can you not say something so terrifying? How is anyone supposed to sleep now?!]

[This reminds me of Luoluo, who dreamed of Guanyin. Maybe you’re dreaming of a lover too?]

[Dude, don’t be scared. As long as she’s a hottie, who cares if she’s human or a ghost? Get with her first and ask questions later!]

[To the guy above, how can you be so crude? You should at least ask about the bride price! Figure out how much she wants, burn it for her, and *then* you can get down to business.]

Seeing everyone making fun of him, Hua Yueye said with a long face, "Please, stop joking around, everyone! Host, can you check for me? Is it a Dream Demon or something? I’ve watched your previous streams. I haven’t bought any antiques, and I don’t have any classmates who’ve died. How could I have gotten tangled up with this kind of evil spirit?"

Shen Zhiyao studied his face and said, "You do have a ghostly aura clinging to you. It’s a ghost soul entering your dreams. Sending it on its way isn’t hard. The next time it happens, ask her what wish she has left unfulfilled. Just help her achieve it, and that will be enough."

"Huh? So it really is... one of... of those?" He was so terrified he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word.

"I’m too scared to even sleep, and you want me to go ask her in my dreams? What if she gets angry and kills me? No, I’m not doing it! I won’t!"

Shen Zhiyao said, "She’s your grandmother; she won’t hurt you. To suddenly appear in your dreams like this, she must have something very important to tell you. Next time, don’t panic. Just listen properly to what the old woman has to say. Once her wish is fulfilled, she’ll move on naturally."

"Huh? My grandmother?" Hua Yueye was shocked at first, but then his expression slowly turned sorrowful.

"Host, I think I know why my grandmother came to scare me. She... she might be blaming me..."

"My grandmother passed away from a heart attack. When it happened, she was already fading fast. At the time, it was the second semester of my senior year in high school, and I was studying in another city. No one in the family told me she was critically ill because they were worried it would affect my studies."

"They only told me my grandmother had passed away after I finished my college entrance exams."

At this, he covered his face and began to sob. "My parents were migrant workers, so my grandmother was the only one who took care of me. She would save all the best things to eat and drink just for me. Every year, as the holidays approached, I couldn’t wait to go home, because I could see Grandma... I could eat her cooking... But I never got to see her one last time. I never even got to spend a single day taking care of her at her bedside..."

[Seriously, what’s with your family? The exams hadn’t even started yet. What would have been the harm in letting you go back for a few days?]

[No matter how important your studies are, are they more important than family?]

[You guys upstairs, shut up! The poor guy is already upset enough, and it’s not like he intentionally avoided seeing his grandma!]

[My grandma’s gone too... I wish she would visit me in my dreams. I’d listen to everything she had to say and never complain about her nagging again.]

Shen Zhiyao said to Hua Yueye, "Tonight will be the last time your grandmother visits your dreams. Cherish it."

Hua Yueye nodded, sent the divination fee, and hurried to bed.

He hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in days, and he was out the moment his head hit the pillow.

In a daze, he felt someone stroking his head. He snapped his eyes open to see a woman with empty eye sockets and long, disheveled hair, her withered hands caressing his forehead.

Terrified, Hua Yueye scrambled to one side. But then he remembered Shen Zhiyao’s words and realized it was his grandmother who had come for him.

Even though it was his own grandmother, he still found her terrifying.

He gathered his courage and asked, "Are... are you really my grandmother?"

"Sanmao..." the woman called out to him.

Hua Yueye froze, remembering that Sanmao was his childhood nickname.

When he was a child, his health had been poor, and the villagers believed that an unflattering nickname would make a child easier to raise, so they had given him that name.

After he started school, his classmates often made fun of him for it.

But ever since his grandmother passed away, no one had called him Sanmao...

"Grandma... it’s really you! What happened to your eyes? You look so scary. You nearly scared me to death before..."

But the woman didn’t speak. She simply rotated her head one hundred and eighty degrees, parted the hair on the back of her skull, and revealed an incredibly familiar face.

Hua Yueye’s fear vanished, and tears instantly streamed down his face. "Grandma!"

Tears fell from his grandmother’s eyes as well as she scolded him, "You little rascal, you’ve finally quieted down! I spent a lot of money to send you this dream, but the moment you saw me, you started screaming your head off. I couldn’t even talk to you properly!"

Hua Yueye sniffled. "Grandma, I’m so sorry. I was so focused on my studies back then that I didn’t come back to see you one last time. I know you still blame me. It’s all my fault."

Even after all these years, Hua Yueye still couldn’t forgive himself.

If he had known, he would have rather dropped out of school to spend a month taking care of his grandmother in the hospital, to be with her at the end of her life’s journey...

Now, his beloved grandmother was gently stroking his head.

In a daze, he remembered how when he was little, whenever he started to cry, his grandmother would gently stroke the top of his head and say, "There, there, Sanmao. You’re a big boy now, you can’t be crying!"

His grandmother’s love was his spiritual anchor. It had filled his little heart, giving him the strength to bravely face any hardship as he grew up.

His grandmother smiled and explained, "That year, your father was going to call you back, but I stopped him. People... well, you live to a certain age, and then you die. It’s no big deal. But you had studied so hard for so many years, staying up so late every night you barely got any sleep. You were on the verge of success, about to get into a good university. If you were held back because of me and had to repeat a year of school, my heart would have ached. I wouldn’t have been able to rest in peace, even in the ground."

No matter what, his grandmother always put him first.

Hua Yueye looked up, trying to get a good look at his grandmother’s face, but there were too many tears. He couldn’t wipe them away fast enough.

After finally getting his emotions under control, Hua Yueye remembered what the host had said about fulfilling his grandmother’s wish.

Hua Yueye quickly asked, "Oh, that’s right! Grandma, did you come looking for me for a reason? Is there something you need?"

The moment he mentioned it, his grandmother’s temper flared. "Are you disabled?" she demanded.

"N-no... What’s wrong?"

"’Not disabled, not disabled, not disabled’—so you *do* know you’re not disabled! Then if you’re not disabled, why haven’t you come to visit my grave?!"

"I... I thought burning money was just a superstition, that the dead don’t actually receive it, so... I didn’t go..."