A master of metaphysics is farming.

Inside the simple thatched hut, the two sat facing each other.

When the morning breeze blows in, it makes a rustling sound, making you feel that the thatched roof could be blown away at any moment.

Looking at Xiang Dayong's wrinkled eyes, which showed signs of aging despite his young age, Xiang He felt a surge of inexplicable emotions.

Such an honest and kind man, who had been bullied for half his life, had burdened his wife and children. At this moment, his responsibility as a father grew, but he was also filled with helplessness.

Xiang He lowered her eyes slightly, her expression dimming a bit, but when she looked up again, her eyes were full of smiles. "What are you saying, Father? Isn't He'er right here?"

This sight brought tears to Xiang Dayong's eyes. He made a sound, but before he could speak, tears fell.

He wiped away his tears with his intact right hand, revealing the rough, deep lines etched on the back of his hand, a dark hand that had endured countless scorching suns and harsh winds.

Only a true family member can move a man who has suffered oppression for years to tears.

"You...are..." he choked, unable to speak clearly, "You're not...you're..."

A few words left Xiang He speechless. She slightly raised her head and looked at the corner of the wall, where Xiang He's spirit was floating. Like her father, her eyes were wet with tears, and she was crying uncontrollably.

Sobbing softly, "Father," Xiang He knew she couldn't back down. Xiang Dayong was staring intently in the direction she had been looking, so lost in thought that he forgot to wipe away his tears.

"He... He girl..."

This was a call from her father. Overwhelmed by the sorrow of separation and death, Qinghun Xianghe was unable to stop crying. Her cries grew louder and louder, and a current of energy gradually swirled around her, drawing in the surrounding breeze, which enveloped the small thatched hut.

Xiang He hurriedly closed the door, walked a few steps to Qing Hun, raised two fingers of her right hand, and placed the other finger to her lips, murmuring, "Heaven and earth are clear and bright, inherently without intention..."

He fluently chanted a soothing incantation, lightly touched her brow with his middle finger, and the surrounding gale suddenly dissipated.

Xiang He breathed a sigh of relief and patted her head, "It was so dangerous, don't cry."

Just now, Qinghun was releasing bad energy. Because of excessive grief, the energy will turn into resentment. If it cannot be suppressed in time, it may become resentment that even she will not be able to control.

Qinghun sobbed and nodded vigorously, "I'm...I'm sorry..."

“He girl…”

Hearing the voice behind her, Xiang He's head throbbed with pain. She took Qinghun Xiang He's hand and turned to face Xiang Dayong. "Can you see me?"

Xiang Dayong nodded and shook his head with difficulty. Xiang He once again made a hand seal, and her body was covered with a faint golden light. From her hand, through Qinghun's body, Qinghun Xiang He's body gradually became clear.

I didn't want them to see the real Xiang He, but the best solution right now is for them to meet.

Xiang He led her a few steps closer, and Xiang Dayong stretched out his hand to touch her, but it passed right through her body, making it impossible to make contact.

"He...He girl..." Tears still welled up in his eyes, and his voice, which he hadn't used in years, seemed rusty. "You really...are...already...dead?"

Qinghun bit her lower lip hard to stop herself from crying too much, tears streaming down her face. She nodded stiffly, unwilling to accept the fact that she was dead, but that was the truth.

"Father... I'm so sorry... He's an unfilial daughter, I won't be able to help you with household chores in the future..."

Xiang Dayong shook his head, "No, no...you're a good daughter..."

"Father..."

The two were crying so hard that Xiang He felt a little uncomfortable. She raised her hand and frowned. The hand she was holding Qing Hun's was a little cold, and her body also began to feel unwell.

She forced herself to endure the discomfort and exhaled softly, saying, "She died in the bridal sedan chair. Now I am just a wisp of my soul in her body. If you mind, I will find a way to leave as soon as possible and will not stay a moment longer."

Her hand, which she was holding, was gripped tightly. Qinghun shook her head at He, crying, "No! You promised me you would take good care of my family!"

Xiang He was also helpless. After all, it had been discovered that she wasn't the original body, and she had to consider her family's wishes. If they insisted on using this body, who knew what kind of trouble it might cause? What if they mistook her for an evil spirit and went to the Taoist priest to cause trouble...

Just thinking about it makes me want to collapse.

"Tell your father to think about this carefully; this matter cannot be taken lightly."

Qinghun was anxious and reached out to pull her father, but Xianghe stopped him, saying, "Humans cannot touch ghosts, but if a ghost touches a human intentionally, it will damage the human's vital energy. Don't move."

This startled her, and she immediately withdrew her hand, not daring to move again. But when she felt a slight warmth on her hand, she realized that Xiang He was holding her hand.

"Then how could you touch me?"

Xiang He sighed softly, "Your ghost body is weak, and I need to transfer my energy to you for it to manifest. But I can't hold on for much longer, after all, this body has been damaged and my essence has not fully recovered."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Dayong shook his healthy hand, making "ah ah" noises as he shook his head. Xiang He gently patted the air with his palm facing down, signaling him to speak slowly.

"If He doesn't mind... keeping this body... it would be enough to fulfill her wishes!"

He spoke with difficulty, and Xiang He listened patiently.

The words were halting and hesitant, probably because the original owner didn't want her to leave, so she fulfilled the original owner's wishes.

Judging from this, of all the Xiang family members, only this one seems normal.

"Aren't you going to discuss this with your mother? I'm not your daughter, just a... wandering ghost, aren't you worried I'll cause you harm?"

We'll be spending a lot of time together in the future, and if one of us harbors resentment, things won't go smoothly, and we might even argue about it.

To avoid such problems, they must make it clear.

Presumably, Madam Su also noticed some differences. The original owner of this body was a timid and cowardly girl who didn't like to talk, but Xiang He was different. She was bold and decisive, and they were completely different people.

Xiang He felt helpless. It was her first time experiencing something like this, so she was able to accept it a little faster than the others.

The room fell silent for a moment. Qinghun Xianghe gripped Xianghe's hand tightly, her empty eyes revealing her hope for Xianghe. She hoped her father would agree, even if she couldn't be by his side, at least this Xiang girl would help the family. This was her selfish wish, and also her prayer.

Xiang Dayong lay on the bed with a sorrowful expression, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Xiang He felt increasingly unwell, her hand holding Qinghun's trembled, and her mind went blank. She quickly let go of her hand, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

"He, little girl!"

Xiang He's face turned pale and her lips were deathly white. "No... let me rest for a while, I need to recover properly..."

Qinghun disappeared before Xiang Dayong, but Xiang He could see her clearly. She crouched down, her eyes filled with worry, "Miss Xiang..."

"Just rest for a while, don't worry."

“Hey girl…come up here and rest for a while…”

Xiang Dayong tried to move his body, wanting to get out of bed to make room for him, but Xiang He waved her hand, "No need, please think about what happened earlier, I'll just sit here for a while."

Xiang Dayong was still worried and kept shifting his body. Xiang He wanted to get up to stop him, but then hurried footsteps came from outside—

"Hey, little girl! Your grandma threw swill at your mother!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang He, who was already exhausted, suddenly became angry and stood up with her hands on the ground and a cold face.

His jaw tightened, and he gritted his teeth, forcefully pushing open the door. The old, loose door collapsed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

"You old hag!"