Free Web NovelChapter 439: Chapter 441: The Smoking Ghost
Sword Wandering the World gave an embarrassed smile.
’Who the hell would’ve thought you could still smoke as a ghost?’
He looked at his old man again and truly sighed in his heart.
Just a moment ago, he’d thought the streamer was acting strange, but now that he thought about it, of course she was.
’She’s probably never seen such a comical father-son pair before.’
He didn’t dare say this out loud, so he quickly tried to placate his father. "Okay, okay, Dad, don’t be angry anymore. I’ll burn them for you right away. I’ll burn your favorite Little Creek brand. Don’t worry, I’ll burn three whole cartons for you!"
Only then did the old man’s expression soften. Now that he was a ghost, his health was completely unimportant.
So the number of cigarettes wasn’t a problem at all; he figured he could smoke them all in two days.
Seeing that his old man had finally been placated, he felt a little more at ease.
’Who could have expected things to turn out this way?’
He sighed and asked again, "So, are there any other wishes?"
The old man shook his head in satisfaction, his form gradually fading away.
Sword Wandering the World, being new to this sort of thing, was about to ask more questions when he witnessed the bizarre scene.
His face fell. "Streamer, what’s happening to my old man? Don’t tell me King Yama found out he was slacking off just to think about cigarettes and obliterated him into dust, did he?"
Su Nian facepalmed with a smile. "You’re really overthinking this. As a new soul, your father isn’t supposed to manifest before the living in the first place. He’s already broken the rules, so he naturally has to hurry back and make up for it. If he manifested for even a moment longer, he’d be burning away his netherworldly merit!"
Sword Wandering the World nodded as if he half-understood, then looked at Su Nian with some embarrassment.
His tone held a hint of complaint. "Streamer, honestly... why didn’t you tell me earlier that my dad just wanted to smoke?"
Su Nian looked up at the sky and said helplessly, "Even if I had told you at the beginning, you wouldn’t have believed me. Facts are more convincing than arguments, aren’t they?"
What Su Nian said made a lot of sense.
He nodded. Thinking back on his earlier attitude, there was no way he would have believed Su Nian if she’d said that.
He probably would have even thought this so-called Divine Calculator was a complete psycho.
’Who dies and still wants to smoke, anyway?’
Now that the truth was laid bare before him, he couldn’t argue even if he wanted to. He just looked at Su Nian and asked in great detail.
"So, do I just burn them for him directly, or is there something else I need to do?"
Su Nian nodded. "Just go buy them and burn them for him. But remember to wear a mask while you’re burning them."
A mask?
"Why?"
His interest was piqued. ’Could there be some secret knowledge involved that he didn’t know about?’
Su Nian felt so mentally exhausted.
Fortunately, some kind-hearted viewers in the stream chat started to explain.
[PSA: The streamer’s afraid you’ll get a secondhand high.]
[With that many cigarettes burning, you’ll be the one inhaling most of the smoke. Aren’t you afraid you’ll pass out?]
[The other day I saw this ridiculous TV show. It was about the historical destruction of opium at Humen, where they’re supposed to dump it in the sea. But in the show, they turned it into a free-for-all and just burned all the opium in a courtyard.]
[Don’t even get me started. There are way too many brain-dead shows these days. So many I’ve watched have completely idiotic plots!]
[And you can’t even count on the actors and celebrities nowadays!]
[Exactly! That pretty new actress, I used to really like her, but now there’s a scandal in the news. Apparently, the woman loves being a sugar baby for rich guys!]
[I know, right? I used to be a die-hard fan. I can’t believe she’s that kind of person!]
Su Nian’s heart skipped a beat. As she watched the stream comments, she saw black energy slowly seep out from them, then drift away and vanish, disappearing to who knows where.
