“Dad, son misses you. Son's running out of money down here, life is hard…”

Yang Huaming hugged Lao Yang Tou and burst into tears. What was strange was that although this was Yang Huaming's body, the voice that came out did not sound like Yang Huaming. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

...like someone else, someone who has been gone from us for many years...

“Lao Si, what did you say? Your voice is different!” Lao Yang immediately realized something was up and quickly grabbed Yang Huaming’s shoulders, looking at him nervously.

Yang Huaming cried so hard that both his noses ran, saying, "Father, how cruel you are! In just a few years, you've forgotten me completely..."

"Boss, it's the boss!"

Tan suddenly shouted.

The old woman rushed down from the bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes. She scrambled over to the sound and grabbed Yang Huaming's hand, tears streaming down her face.

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"Hua'an ah, my son, but you have returned?" Tan cried.

Yang Huaming suddenly rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and convulsed all over like he had epilepsy before fainting again.

“Come on, come on, wake up!” Lao Yang urged hurriedly.

"Just woken up with wine, then more wine again." Yang Yongzhi reminded.

Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong, following suit, poured another large mouthful of strong liquor into Yang Huaming's mouth.

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Right after being poisoned, Yang Huaming was choked and coughed violently, coughing so hard that he sat up and opened his eyes again.

This time, his eyes cleared up. Looking at the crowd before him, he was bewildered: "What's going on? How did I come back?"

This voice, and the tone of speech, already belonged to him.

"Huā'ān? Could it still be you?" Tán persisted, raising her hand to stroke Yang Huamíng's hand. She followed the arm upward until she reached his face.

Yang Huaming quickly twisted his head to dodge Tan's hand, "Mother, what are you shouting about? I'm the fourth son!"

"Fourth brother?" Tan Shi was momentarily stunned.

"The boss is gone?" she murmured, her hands falling limply.

Yang Huaming was at a loss, looking at everyone: "What's wrong with my mother? Why is she talking incoherently? My elder brother has been gone for several years, has she gone blind and deaf? She can't even tell me apart from my elder brother?"

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"Just shut up!" Old Yang said angrily, "Your older brother just possessed you!"

"What?"

Yang Huaming sprang up from the rocking chair like a cat that had been stepped on its tail, then scurried to one side and crouched down, covering his head with his hands, trembling all over.

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"Big brother, please don't mess with me! I haven't done anything to offend you, so please don't pick on me. Don't get on my case! My little frame can't take it..."

Yang Huaming was almost disheveled, and his speech was incoherent.

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Lao Yangtou said, "Your elder brother is gone, look at you, so scared! Hurry up and tell me everything that happened tonight in detail. Why did you run to Jiangjiapo instead of returning to the village early!"

After much trouble, Yang Huaming finally managed to sit down by himself. He was still trembling as he held a bowl of hot tea in his hand, but he began to tell the elder what had happened that night.

“On our way back from seeing Mother Ho, as we passed by that little bridge, I suddenly saw a man and a woman cross the bridge and head towards the mountains,” Yang Huaming said.

“A man and a woman? Are you sure which one?” Lao Yang asked in surprise.

Tan said, "Tonight is the Zhongyuan Festival, where would there be any living people who are full and have nothing to do going up the mountain? It's most likely ghosts!"

“No, it’s a human, a real human. Look, there’s a shadow on the ground!” Yang Huaming said.

"And, I even saw the man's face, a familiar person that I could recognize at a glance," he added.

"Which one?" Lao Yang asked.

Yang Huaming said, “Wang Hongquan, Meier's father-in-law.”

"You're making things up!" Old Yang cut Yang Huaming off directly.

“Are you out of your mind? Why would Uncle Wang go into the mountains at this late hour? You must be seeing things, or haven't woken up yet!” Old Yang said again.

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Yang Huaming rolled his eyes. “I told you, and you didn't believe me anyway. What do you want me to do? I’m going back to bed if you don’t have anything else to say!”

He pretended to get up, but was pulled back down onto his chair by Yang Huazhong.

"Don't play coy, everyone has been looking for you all night and they were worried. Just tell us what happened, don't talk back to your father." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Huaming pursed his lips, sat back down, and continued, "At the time, I saw that man was Uncle Wang, but there was also a woman standing beside him. The woman's head was covered by a headscarf, so I couldn't see her face."

“I talked to Lady He, and we both thought that Old Uncle Wang sneaking up the mountain with a woman in the middle of the night was very suspicious.”

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"Could it be that Wang's wife left, and this old Uncle Wang couldn't bear it alone, so he got involved with some woman from the village?"

Old Yang's head impatiently interrupted Yang Huaming again, "Alright alright, there's no need to say what you're all thinking. Just get to the point, how did you get to Jiangjiapo!"

Yang Huaming spread his hands: "I don't know either. I only remember that we crossed the small bridge and chased after their shadows, but they disappeared around a corner."

"We searched the tea garden again, but couldn't find it. He'er's mother was scared and urged me to go down the mountain. So we prepared to head down, but then something strange happened."

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“The way back, that's something I could know even with my eyes closed. We were clearly going down the same path we came up, and we saw that wooden bridge too. But no matter how we walked, we just couldn't reach it.”

And also, that road seemed flat and easy to walk on, but when the two of us were walking on it, we felt like the ground was bumpy and uneven, one step deep and one step shallow.

“It’s just a short incense stick's distance, but no matter how I walk, I can't get there. It's really driving me crazy.”

“My mind feels hazy and dull, and I feel strange about it. But I can't seem to get out of this feeling. It's like I'm going in circles, so frustrating!”

Hearing this, Tan readily spoke: "This is like hitting a wall. We need to wet our pants before we can wake up."

"Oh my god, that's what hitting a wall with ghosts is like? No wonder when we were confused, it sounded like children laughing behind us."

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We argued about this a few times, she was scared out of her wits and I wasn't doing so well either.

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but ask: "When we found you, why were you at Jiangjiapo? That's in the opposite direction from Mukiao and the tea garden!"

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Yang Huaming said, "Don't mention it. The two of us were lost and scared. There was light and sound ahead, like a village. We went that way, thinking that no matter what, as long as there was a village, we would find a house and knock on the door to ask for help. At least we could wait until dawn, right? We didn't expect it to be a graveyard! What bad luck, it's so unlucky!"

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