"Sob sob sob..."
The aunt, who was sound asleep, was startled awake by the sound of crying. She quickly turned her head to look and nearly strained her neck.
"Why are you crying, ma’am?"
"The hospital is quite scary, and you’re wailing like a ghost in the middle of the night."
"Why are you still crying?"
The aunt leaned in for a closer look, then jumped in fright.
The old lady was still asleep, but crying in her dream.
"Is she having a nightmare?"
The aunt hurried to press the call button, but just as she was about to, she noticed the old lady waking up.
"Are you trying to scare to death? What’s wrong with you, did you have a nightmare?"
"It wasn’t a nightmare. I dreamt about my grandchild."
The one the old lady cherished as "grandchild" wasn’t her biological grandson but the grandson she had raised.
The aunt frowned, "Don’t tell it was a dream visitation. I don’t believe in such things; it’s just what you think about during the day coming to you in dreams."
"I’m certain, it was my grandchild. He told a lot, a lot."
"Tsk, just go back to sleep, you’re all confused."
"My grandchild told that he had soone buy a two-million insurance policy for , with dical and eldercare coverage. If I fall ill, the insurance company will reimburse , and I’ll receive a pension monthly like city folks."
The aunt, who was still half-asleep, was now fully alert, her eyes as wide as saucers, filled with disbelief.
This matter, she hadn’t had the chance to discuss with the old lady. How did the old lady know?
"Are you sure you learned it in a dream, not from my husband calling you about it?"
"Would I have talked to him on the phone?"
"Indeed, you wouldn’t." The aunt frowned, "What else did he say in the dream? Any other instructions?"
"He said that the friend he t online was a child, though mature, born well-off, capable of bearing responsibilities, and helped earn rit, so I would be healthy and have a long life."
"Wait, did you say earn rit?"
"I don’t know the specifics, he said it was rit that grants longevity."
"Donating tens of millions, how could it not earn rit?" the aunt murmured.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, I’m not sure about this either."
Early the next morning, the police arrived at the hospital and delivered two insurance policies to the old lady.
The old lady, who had been a bit doubtful, was now completely convinced her grandchild had visited her in a dream. In the dream, he said the police would deliver the policies, and they actually did.
After the police left, the aunt was still in disbelief and only after a long while did she sigh, "He really can’t let go of you. I wonder what kind of price it takes to convey dreams in the Underworld."
The old lady, upon hearing this, beca anxious and urgently asked, "Does it really cost sothing to convey dreams?"
"I don’t know either, but I think it’s not that easy, otherwise everyone could do it."
While the old lady was worried and couldn’t sleep at night, Little Taotie heard from the Ghost, who looked troubled, "Why hasn’t my grandma gone to sleep yet? I can only linger for 7 days, and I can visit her 7 tis. If she doesn’t sleep, I’ll waste one chance."
Little Taotie shrugged, "Maybe she can’t fall asleep; elderly folks usually don’t sleep much."
Finally, near dawn, the old lady dozed off lightly, and during that mont, she dreamt of her grandchild again.
The old lady hurriedly expressed her concerns, "Grandchild, don’t worry, grandma’s fine. Your uncle and aunt, though not perfect, aren’t bad at heart. At least they won’t mistreat this old woman. Rest assured and don’t make deals with King Yan."
"What?" The Ghost was bewildered.
After listening to the old lady’s explanation, and understanding she was worried about him making deals to convey dreams, he chuckled, "Grandma, don’t worry. I have rit, which is why I have this chance. Not too much, though. Today is the second day, and after five more days, I cannot convey dreams anymore; I have to reincarnate."
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