It's only now that they're under my watch. If they were left on their own to beco "wild kids," they might accidentally cause chaos in an area. Even monks and Taoists with so skills wouldn't be able to handle them; they'd probably end up being subdued by them instead.
"Co back, co back, stop ssing around!"
Tan Wenbin put on the stance of a strict father and brought his two godsons back.
A common grudge when in contact with them for a prolonged ti tends to change. The spirits, which should have vanished naturally with ti, could turn into ghosts and harm people, creating karmic problems for myself. As a Ghost Controller, these issues are frequent for , so I need to be extra cautious.
Tan Wenbin observed for a bit. The spirit far away from here carries a very faint grudge and doesn't have a strong desire for revenge. It seems their luck was bad, having miscarried before coming into the world.
The one in the landlord's temple has been worn down over ti and won't harm anyone. However, its body's limited by the burial items, and without disrupting the layout below, it has a hard ti escaping and vanishing.
"Hahaha!"
The sound of Lin Shuyou practicing Qi Cultivation ca through.
The two godsons imdiately turned their heads and glared; this voice carried a distinct Yin God aura.
Those like the official, who aligned themselves with the Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva to eradicate demons and spirits, are considered almost like traitors to ghosts.
Though it wasn't the child in person, the two godsons showing disdain and rejection towards the voice with a Yin God aura already indicates that these two are growing bolder.
Tan Wenbin patted their heads to comfort them: "Ah You is one of us. If there's trouble, go find that Zhao."
The two godsons clenched their fists and nodded vigorously: Yes, the worst is that Three-eyed guy!
Looking at these two kids, Tan Wenbin's face showed satisfaction. It seed very soon he'd send them to reincarnate.
My "prenatal education" needs to pick up pace as well. I shouldn't just teach nursery rhys; I should bring along primary school textbooks for early initiation.
This way, after reincarnation, they should be able to adapt better from a young age.
Tan Wenbin had disliked the academic pressure Tan Yunlong and Zheng Fang put on him since young, but it didn't stop him from pushing his kids now.
Returning to the guesthouse, he prepared a small table with incense and simple offerings, setting up a ritual for that unborn child. The child nodded to Tan Wenbin, then waved to the two chubby figures on his shoulders, fading away until finally being released.
As for the unfortunate child buried with the goods, Tan Wenbin was too lazy to dig the grave himself with the Yellow River Shovel in the dark, so he went to the small village shop to call the town, first reporting his identity, then contacting the relevant departnts for artifact protection.
His bag was full of various IDs and work proofs, all thanks to Xue Liangliang, claiming the discovery during address exploration, which was a plausible reason.
After all, not every place could be like Luoyang or Xi'an, where cultural heritage was taken for granted. Particularly with the burgeoning tourism industry, everywhere sought to unearth their cultural value...in many cases, it really depended on digging.
After finishing the call, Tan Wenbin rembered his mother's birthday was near.
He called his biological father's office, opting to reach out because his father, absorbed in work, often forgot such important dates.
No one picked up at the office number, so Tan Wenbin sent a page to his father.
"A pack of cigarettes, that one."
"Here you go."
The shopkeeper, an old grandma, handed the cigarettes to Tan Wenbin as a delivery person walked in. The grandma ntioned, "That soda bottle wasn't returned; I'll make up for it."
The delivery person said, "Heard about it? There was a massive avalanche at Yulong Snow Mountain recently."
Grandma: "Oh, were there any casualties?"
"No, it wasn't on the tourist route. It was pretty deep, so I don't think anyone was hard."
The grandma touched her chest, "That's good, that's good."
"A lot of tourists heard about it and wanted to climb up for photos and sightseeing, hehe."
The grandma shook her head, "Maybe it's because Lord Mu got angry."
Tan Wenbin chid in, "Lord Mu has a pretty good temper."
Shortly after, the phone rang. Tan Yunlong's voice ca through:
"You're still in Yunnan?"
"Yeah, the mountains, water, and people are all great. I'm reluctant to leave."
"Take care of your health and stay safe."
"I know, Dad, Mom's birthday is coming up."
"I rember."
"As if a ghost would believe that."
Tan Wenbin spoke, picking up candies on the counter, unwrapping two pieces, and handing them to his two godsons on his shoulders.
"Dad, rember to get a gift, okay?"
"What would be suitable?"
"Go to the jewelry store and buy a light necklace or bracelet."
"I...I only have money for cigarettes here."
"Don't worry, I'll transfer you so money."
"Alright..."
"Click!"
The phone at the other end was slamd down hard.
Tan Wenbin looked at the receiver in his hand: Who's the son and who's the father?
A series of thefts happened in the district. The thief even burglarized the district chief's house, causing significant impact, prompting a directive for a quick resolution. Tan Yunlong was leading a team investigating near the cri scene today.
He happened to receive his son's page and found a small shop nearby to return the call.
Wearing his police uniform, he noticed the shop owner's son seed uneasy as he sat eating inside.
It's common for regular people to feel pressured upon seeing police, so initially, Tan Yunlong didn't take it seriously. But as he was on the call, the shop owner's son grew increasingly restless.
The instincts of a seasoned detective ca into play. Seeing the shop owner's son put down his bowl and chopsticks to leave, he hung up the call and stopped him, preparing to ask so questions.
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