My backyard leads to the underworld. I became famous by selling goods.

Song Mian vaguely sensed that the situation was not good, and said to Lin Jiaojiao, "Jiaojiao, quickly possess yourself and teach your great-great-great-great-grandson a lesson on how to behave!"

After hearing this, George Lam was so frightened that he threw himself into the arms of his father and mother who came out of the room: "Dad, Mom! This crazy woman is going to hurt me again!"

Lin's father and mother were also very panicked. They had heard from their son what happened last night during the day. Although they didn't quite believe in ghost possession, their family tree did record something about an ancestor named Lin Jiaojiao, which made them very nervous.

Lin's mother hugged Lin Zixiang, while Lin's father protected his wife and children, shouting at the air: "I tell you, no matter what kind of monster you are, I am not afraid of you!"

The Lin family was all very nervous. They just stared at the air for three minutes before they realized that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, the three members of the Lin family cast strange looks at Song Mian.

Song Mian's forehead was covered in sweat. He asked Lin Jiaojiao, who was floating in front of the family of three, "Jiaojiao, why aren't you possessed by a ghost?"

Lin Jiaojiao nervously poked her finger and said, "Little Boss, I forgot to tell you that ghosts like us can't just take over people's bodies. Usually, we need to cool down for a while before we can take over again."

Song Mian had not expected this situation at all: "How long do you want to cool down?"

Lin Jiaojiao raised a finger.

Song Mian asked tentatively, "One day?"

Lin Jiaojiao shook her head.

Song Mian's mouth twitched: "A week?"

Lin Jiaojiao shook her head again.

"That's a month?" Song Mian looked at the Lin family members, all with stern faces, and then approached her step by step: "Is that a quarter? Or a year?"

"Neither, it's a hundred years." Lin Jiaojiao poked her finger innocently.

"I knew the ghost possession story was fake! Damn girl, what on earth did you do to beat my son like that last night?" Seeing that nothing had happened, Mother Lin was immediately certain that Song Mian must be a liar. "My son is my sweetheart. I have never dared to touch him since he was a child. How dare you team up with your jerk brother to beat him up?!"

Seeing Lin's mother rushing towards him aggressively, Song Mian quickly avoided Lin's mother and played the game of Qin Wang circling the pillar with the family of three around the sofa.

"You can't be possessed by a ghost. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Song Mian said, and she dodged Lin's mother with a flying leap, and then bypassed Lin Zixiang who wanted to catch her.

"...Young Boss, you didn't ask me." Lin Jiaojiao said this as she flew in front of Song Mian. "Young Boss, please help me translate and communicate with them. Lin Zixiang, why did you lie to me? If you have investigated the family tree, you should know that my name really was in it in the past!"

"Stop making trouble! I want to ask a few questions on behalf of your ancestors!" Song Mian said, and quickly grabbed a vase that looked a bit expensive on the display cabinet nearby and lifted it up high.

"My, my antique vase!" Father Lin quickly opened his arms to stop his wife and son, and scolded Song Mian, "You silly girl, this vase is worth 30,000 yuan, you better be careful!"

"If you don't cooperate with me, I will smash your vase and then cut your electrical wires and light your natural gas! Anyway, I have only one life left, so I will fight you!" Song Mian said this, but he held the antique vase in his hand with extra force.

This is a full 30,000 yuan, and she can't afford it even if she goes bankrupt!

Mother Lin yelled to call the police, but Father Lin continued to confront Song Mian: "Okay! Ask whatever you want to ask!"

"Let me ask you, is Lin Jiaojiao's name in your family tree?" Song Mian asked.

Father Lin nodded: "Yes. But her name has been crossed out! Lin Jiaojiao has been expelled from the family tree!"

"Then why don't you just add her back?"

Father Lin immediately refused: "That won't do! Lin Jiaojiao is a disgrace to our Lin family. When she eloped with a man, she already disgraced the Lin family. Later, she was hanged at the Lin family gate, bringing shame to the Lin family. At that time, our ancestors expelled Lin Jiaojiao from the family tree and warned future generations not to add Lin Jiaojiao's name to the family tree under any circumstances! If we add her name, we will be unfaithful and unfilial, and we will suffer retribution!"

Mother Lin echoed, "That's right! If a woman with no sense of propriety, righteousness, or integrity were to have her name added to our family tree, it would only ruin our family's fortune and feng shui!"

Lin Zixiang: "Song Mian, you'd better not meddle in other people's business! Lin Jiaojiao is obviously not a good person. Maybe she's been using you. Otherwise, if she was fine when she was alive, why was she the only one expelled from the family tree? Flies don't bite seamless eggs. She must have been the first to do it!"

"I didn't--!" Lin Jiaojiao suddenly screamed, and an invisible wind whistled throughout the living room.

The doors of the rooms opened and closed randomly, the curtains swayed violently, and even the lights flickered as if there was a bad connection.

“Wuwuwu, wuwuwu—!” Tears and blood flowed from Lin Jiaojiao’s eyes. She covered her head in pain. “I didn’t do that. I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong to the Lin family. I didn’t!”

"You are lying. If Jiaojiao really did something to offend the Lin family, then why did someone burn paper money for Jiaojiao alone in the beginning? The dead can only receive paper money burned by their descendants. At that time, Jiaojiao's relatives wrote her name separately and burned paper money for her. It must be related to the Lin family!" Song Mian said loudly.

"Hmph, who knows if Lin Jiaojiao had an affair with someone before she died and gave birth to a bastard or something? Anyway, this has always been our Lin family's family motto. No one in our family would burn paper for Lin Jiaojiao!" The light bulb that Lin's father was watching flickered more frequently, and he was so scared that he protected his son and wife.

Mother Lin was so frightened that her face turned pale: "Husband, stop talking! Why do I hear a woman crying?"

Lin Zixiang clutched his head in fear: "That's not a woman! That's a female ghost, Lin Jiaojiao! It's over, we're done, we've angered that female ghost!"

Father Lin's face turned pale with fear: "Lin Jiaojiao, you were kicked out of the Lin family because you did something wrong in your life! There is a cause for every effect. Our Lin family will never accept you no matter what!"

"Jiaojiao!" Seeing a black aura gradually coming out of Lin Jiaojiao's body, Song Mian didn't dare to delay. He quickly put down the vase, carried Lin Jiaojiao on his back and rushed out of the Lin family.

As soon as Lin Jiaojiao left, the Lin family's hall returned to normal.

"It's gone, the sound is gone... the light bulb is working too. Honey, did we just see a ghost or what?" Mother Lin was so scared that her legs went weak.

"...I don't know either." Father Lin broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously.

He tried hard to convince himself that it was all just an illusion.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt it wasn't that simple.

Lin Zixiang was terrified: "Dad, Mom! I think we should call the police!"

"That won't do!" Father Lin immediately stopped Lin Zixiang: "There are so many neighbors here. If they knew about this, I don't know how they would plot behind our backs. Just bear with it for now. If that damn girl dares to come and bother us again, we'll find a way!"

On this side, Song Mian ran all the way with Lin Jiaojiao on his back and finally returned to the Haozailai Funeral Clothing Store.