Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 319: The Great Deceiver Is Online

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: The Great Deceiver Is Online

Song Mingbo scratched his head and said, "I cast a divination for Uncle Dongdong a few days ago. It didn’t look good. It basically indicated that he’s likely to become another person. According to Xuanmen beliefs, he’s been possessed by a wandering spirit—it’s like borrowing a corpse to resurrect his soul or spirit attachment. It’s not a case of multiple personalities."

Song Yunuan suddenly felt a bit guilty and glared at him, "What wandering spirit? Where is it? That’s just another personality, one that has emerged from the host personality. Now that it sees the environment is nice, it wants to come out and enjoy itself. Who knows what you said to Old Master Xia to scare him like that."

Song Mingbo: "...Little Nuan, I still insist on my opinion. There really is another soul inside Uncle Dongdong’s body. Let me do another divination to see where the wandering spirit comes from and whether it has any unfulfilled wishes. If we fulfill them for it, it might just disappear."

Little Asheng was no longer scared and bravely said; "Little Ruyi said that Uncle Dongdong’s body has been ’worn’ by someone. But Uncle has a strong consciousness. The intruder didn’t succeed, so now we have a case of one body with two souls!"

This is all complete nonsense.

It was enough to startle Song Yunuan.

And it bewildered Xia Xindong in just the same way.

He cursed Xia Xindong in his heart: "Looking at the kids in your elder sister’s house, they seem even less normal than us. What do you have left to be afraid of?"

Xia Xindong didn’t speak, choosing to tacitly agree.

Because he didn’t know what Little Nuan was going to do.

All he could do was wait for the moment when he needed to cooperate.

Xia Xindong, suddenly feeling agitated, tried to stand up but Song Yunuan, stepping forward, pressed him down, "Uncle, don’t move!"

Xia Xindong then felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.

For some reason, he found he couldn’t move at all.

Even breathing felt difficult.

He cursed under his breath, "Song Mingbo and Song Mingsheng, you two little bastards, what wandering spirit? I’m Xia Xindong, stop talking nonsense. Otherwise, I’ll beat you to a pulp!"

While being pressed down by Song Yunuan, his facial expressions turned ferocious.

His two brothers were so scared that they immediately shut up.

Suddenly, Song Yunuan said, "I’ve heard that personalities usually have their own names. Do you have one?"

"...Who said that? What’s the need for a name? I am Xia Xindong, and Xia Xindong is me."

Song Yunuan kindly warned, "Uncle, don’t move around. I’ll let go, and we can have a nice chat."

Xia Xindong swiftly agreed.

Song Yunuan: "Where’s my real Uncle then? Oh, to make a distinction, let’s give you a name. How about we call you Uncle Dongdong?"

"...Standing there in a daze." Then he looked at Song Yunuan, thinking that he could also hear her thoughts and that he knew about her prophetic abilities.

Little Nuan was really awesome too.

"Little Nuan, you..."

Suddenly, he found that he couldn’t utter a single word about this matter.

He was still somewhat shocked.

"I compared the two of you and found that both are very independent and complete and can control this body. You even share memories. It’s normal for you to want to come out. How nice it is outside, no longer an eternally dark basement, but instead a place with clear mountains, fresh waters, chirping birds, and fragrant flowers. However, the problem is that it seems you can’t overcome Uncle except by mutually assured destruction, right?"

Uncle Dongdong smiled sinisterly, "...Not necessarily. I know you’re eloquent and want to hoodwink me, but it’s not going to work on me, Little Nuan."

Song Yunuan: "You misunderstand. I’m stating the facts. I looked at the things Uncle left for me, and the further I got, the more chaotic they became. This shows that you are obstructing Uncle from doing that, which also proves that you are indeed inferior to Uncle. You know nothing, understand nothing. What good are you out here?"

Uncle Dongdong’s eyes instantly turned red as he glared fiercely at Song Yunuan.

"What do you mean I can’t? He knows, I know too."

"Give it a rest; if it were truly a case of multiple personalities, it wouldn’t be possible for both to be medical geniuses. Isn’t that common sense, or is it not?"

Uncle Dongdong, with bulging eyes, said, "Who told you that?"

"Don’t worry about who told me, your situation definitely needs to be resolved. To tell you the truth, if my grandma found out, she would never believe that you’re Xia Xindong. She shares the same thoughts as my eldest brother and little Ruyi scepter; you’re an outsider living in the owner’s house, not even paying rent, and on top of that, you’re thinking about driving out the rightful owner to take over. If my grandma knew, she absolutely wouldn’t tolerate it. Have you heard the saying ’there are masters among the commons’? Maybe someone skilled in invoking spirits will be called in to cast you out."

The personality stared at Song Yunuan with incredulous eyes.

"Cast me out, how? I am the one inside this body."

"Haven’t you heard about inviting celestial beings? My big brother can also draw talisman water. Who knows, he might just get you out."

Uncle Dongdong looked at Song Mingbo, his eyes filled with danger, "You really know how to draw talisman water?"

Song Mingbo scratched his head, "I guess so."

Song Yunuan: "Then I ask you, what is at the end of the universe?"

Uncle Dongdong: "...I don’t know." Then he counter-asked, "Do you know?"

He laughed with a ’hehe’, the little girl, trying to trick him?

Song Yunuan shrugged, "I don’t know either, but I do know what’s at the end of science. Do you know what that is?"

Uncle Dongdong: "...These things are meaningless."

Song Yunuan: "Of course they matter, because the end of science is metaphysics. It’s what my big brother was talking about – divination, and inviting celestial beings like I mentioned. Science can’t handle the situation between you and my little uncle, so we have to turn to metaphysics. I support my brother in drawing the talisman water. If that doesn’t work, we’ll just have to tie you up on the kang where you live, then light a fire and perform a ritual to drive away the spirits."

Uncle Dongdong finally couldn’t bear it anymore and stood up abruptly, grabbing his hair in a fit of anger, his crimson eyes fixed on the three Song siblings, and he suddenly realized that not one of them was scared.

All staring at him with wide eyes.

Must be them who are the real lunatics, he thought.

Song Yunuan pressed his shoulders down again, "You’re too weak, sit down to talk."

Uncle Dongdong once again experienced Song Yunuan’s incredible strength.

"We have no choice but to do this. Right now, so many eyes are watching him, waiting for him. The miracle drug needs to be mass-produced, and the pharmaceutical factory is about to be set up...

That’s right, not just invoking spirits, you’ll also have to drink talisman water until you’re driven out. The important thing is, you have to listen to my grandma scold you every day until you break down."

Song Mingbo: "I’ll go buy some stuff and start drawing the talisman water. Little Nuan, hold him down, don’t let him move."

Taking a few steps, he wasn’t reassured, "Maybe we should tie up this uncle."

Song Yunuan: "That works too."

Uncle Dongdong: "...Goodbye!"

Then he started to space out, and Song Yunuan said, "Don’t run away. You want to usurp the throne with such a faint heart?"

Song Yunuan wasn’t sure if her little uncle could understand her true intentions.

This personality was too independent, probably one that refused to merge.

But this couldn’t go on.

This wasn’t the life a normal person should have.

She hoped that in this state of mental confusion and fear, her little uncle would just integrate this personality.

Little uncle could finally have his own life.

She stared intently into Xia Xindong’s eyes.

Waiting for the confused and muddled gaze to gradually clear up, Song Yunuan chuckled.

Xia Xindong was drenched in sweat but finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking at Song Yunuan, he said, "From now on, don’t mention drawing talisman water or inviting spirits in public, do you hear me?"