When that little ghost said those words.
My brows immediately shot up. What did that mean?
My master was fine, but he was supposed to go with them?
And my master, who was smoking, suddenly trembled.
He looked at the little ghost.
The little ghost's parents, however, grabbed him.
The little ghost's father hurriedly explained:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Children speak without thinking, he's just a child."
"Yes, yes, children say foolish things, sorry, sorry."
"..."
The ghost family kept talking.
But I felt something was wrong.
Precisely because children speak without thinking, why would this little ghost suddenly say such a thing to my master?
As I was about to speak.
My master suddenly stood up:
"Little friend, why did you say that. Ask me to go with you?"
As soon as my master finished speaking.
The little ghost's mother explained:
"I'm sorry, Master, my child is just talking nonsense, please don't mind."
"Yes, yes, Master, please don't take it to heart with a child, we'll leave immediately..."
"..."
After speaking, the family of five turned to leave.
But my master continued:
"Wait a moment, everyone, I just want to know. Why did the little friend say that, asking me to go with him."
My face was also grim, filled with doubt.
As a result, the little ghost, upon hearing this, directly said;
"Because you're going to die soon!
Just like the beggar grandpa we met by the roadside the day before yesterday.
Grandpa who smokes is also like that..."
The little ghost was about four or five years old.
Although she had been dead for five years, her mind was only that of a four or five-year-old.
Children speak without thinking.
Then what she was saying now could very possibly be true.
I felt a vein throb on my forehead and turned to look at my master:
"Master, this?"
My master closed his eyes and took a sharp breath.
He ignored me and looked at the ghost family.
Then he smiled and said:
"Thank you, little friend, I understand.
This little toy, Grandpa gives it to you!"
Saying that, master took out a paper-cut doll from under the counter.
With a flick of his hand, he burned it to ashes.
The little ghost saw this, her face filled with excitement:
"Thank you, Grandpa, thank you, Grandpa..."
Then, the little doll appeared in the little ghost's hand.
The ghost family looked apologetic.
"Sorry, Master Qin, my child truly had no intention."
"Yes, Master Qin, Master.
You are all good people, Master will surely live a long life.
Not like what my child said."
"Yes, yes, Master is willing to live a hundred years..."
"..."
The adults in the family kept explaining.
But my heart suddenly became restless, and I felt very uncomfortable.
If the little ghost was telling the truth.
Then my master, wouldn't he, wouldn't he be at the end of his lifespan?
But my master seemed very calm:
"It's alright, you should go down quickly. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in heaven. I know my destiny."
After hearing my master speak.
The ghosts bowed to us again, and then, pulling the little ghost, they hurried away from our shop.
When they reached the intersection outside, they ran quickly to the west.
In a blink of an eye, they were gone.
After this ghost family left, I looked at my master with worry:
"Master, could it be, could it be..."
Before I could finish, my master raised his hand to stop me.
Taking a deep breath, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips:
"It seems that my fate is indeed nearing its end.
Even a little ghost can see it."
"Master, are you really going to, really going to die soon?"
I said these words with great difficulty.
But my master laughed heartily:
"Fate is fixed.
But it's not that fast.
I know my own fate.
But don't worry, your master.
Within this period, at least in the next six months, your master will be fine..."
My master said this calmly, his eyes becoming firm.
But my face was filled with melancholy, like a bolt from the blue.
Finally, I had found a good master.
But now, such a change had occurred, how could I not feel distressed.
Seeing me like this, my master patted my shoulder:
"Alright.
Keep this to yourself.
Don't tell anyone, especially your Aunt Yunxia."
Upon saying this, master paused.
Then he continued:
"I don't want her to worry..."
Hearing my master's words.
I was silent for a moment, but finally nodded.
My master then took another puff of his cigarette.
And then said to me:
"Do you know why your master goes out for a day or two every month?"
I shook my head. I truly didn't know about this.
When I asked him, he never said.
My master smiled:
"Chemotherapy."
"Chemotherapy?"
I looked at my master in shock.
My master nodded calmly:
"Lung cancer, late stage."
Upon hearing these words.
It was like being struck by lightning. I was completely stunned.
My eyes widened, staring at my master.
No wonder my master coughed constantly, and a few times, I had even seen him cough up blood.
I had originally thought it was what he called a "coughing sickness."
Bronchitis, etc., most old people have.
But who would have guessed that my master had an incurable disease.
At that moment, my heart felt very heavy and uncomfortable.
But my master was as if nothing had happened:
"Actually, death is not that scary.
Especially for people in our line of work.
Death is merely the end of one cycle.
It's just the beginning of the next cycle.
Don't worry so much, and don't be so nervous.
Just do what you need to do..."