William Thompson: "No, Grandma Thompson, times have changed. People can have as many partners as they want, and men and women can enjoy close friendships. Also, don't call me Little William, you can just call me by my name."

After William Thompson moved out to live on his own, he started living a free and unrestrained life. Although he didn't have a girlfriend, there were quite a few young ladies he'd gotten along well with.

During the teenage years when you don't know the value of gold, with good looks, an outgoing personality, and being good at socializing... there's no reason to still be a virgin at twenty.

What, you say the protagonist is always a lifelong virgin? We're not the same.

Grandma Thompson said, "So basically, you're just visiting brothels. It's not like your dad never did that. As long as you don't get married, it's fine. Back then, your dad only started skimping on my food money after he married your mom. Chasing women is expensive, don't follow in your dad's footsteps, understand?"

William Thompson chose to accept this Grandma Thompson, because she was the inheritance his father left him.

On the contrary, Grandma Thompson was very at ease, making such outrageous requests without hesitation.

"Grandma Thompson, I'm a man. Even if I agree, my hormones won't," William Thompson said tactfully.

"It's fine, soon your hormones will agree too." Grandma Thompson waved her small hand.

William Thompson: "......"

What does that mean?

Is that a hint?

He looked Grandma Thompson up and down, her seductive and curvy figure, and thought to himself, it really is a bit tempting.

While William Thompson was letting his imagination run wild, he heard a low whimper at his feet. Looking down, he saw a dirty Samoyed squatting at the door, gazing at him with pleading eyes.

It must have been a dog abandoned by its owner. Its originally white fur was now gray and matted in clumps.

"Western dog?" Grandma Thompson frowned in disgust and tossed the half-eaten chicken leg in front of it.

"Go, go, go!" The proprietress came over and kicked the Samoyed a few times, complaining, "Should've broken your other leg too."

The Samoyed whimpered a few times, limped away, and stopped by the roadside, squatting next to the greenery.

"Grandma Thompson, what are you looking at?" William Thompson noticed Grandma Thompson kept glancing at the boss.

"Didn't you see it?" Grandma Thompson asked curiously, then realized, "Oh, you haven't awakened, so you can't see."

William Thompson was confused: "See what?"

Grandma Thompson lowered her voice: "There's a ghost behind the boss."

"Huh?" William Thompson turned to look at the boss, but there was no one behind him. "Grandma Thompson, don't joke around, there's no such thing as ghosts in this world."

Grandma Thompson smiled sweetly: "Want to see?"

William Thompson nodded without hesitation.

"But it'll cost you a bit of energy," Grandma Thompson reminded him.

"No problem. Compared to that, I'm more curious about what a ghost looks like. Is it as pretty as Grandma Thompson?" William Thompson thought, If they're all as busty and long-legged as you, I'll change my name to Ning Caichen.

Grandma Thompson frowned: "I'm not a ghost, I'm a battle soul."

As she spoke, she pursed her lips and inhaled toward William Thompson. Two rosy blushes immediately appeared on her fair cheeks, making her look radiant. Then, with her fingers together like a sword, she gently tapped William Thompson between the eyebrows.

At first, nothing felt different. But three seconds after Grandma Thompson removed her finger, William Thompson's eyes began to burn, as if two flames were ignited in his eyeballs.

Grandma Thompson pouted: "Take another look."

He turned to look at the boss again, and his pupils instantly contracted. The boss was stir-frying rice noodles, and behind him stood an old lady in gray, tiptoeing and constantly blowing cold air on the boss's neck.

There was no one there just now.

"Turn up the air conditioning, it's too cold," the boss said as he cooked, turning to shout to the proprietress.

"It's the middle of summer and you're cold while cooking?" the proprietress muttered, "Are you that weak?"

No one else saw the old lady. The customers ate their food, the proprietress carried plates back and forth, and everyone ignored the old lady. The bizarre scene made William Thompson's hair stand on end.

At that moment, the old lady in gray seemed to sense William Thompson's gaze. She suddenly turned her head, twisting it a full 180 degrees.

William Thompson finally saw her face clearly: a wrinkled old face, expressionless and lifeless, her eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at William Thompson.

The air seemed to freeze.

William Thompson's hand trembled slightly. It was June, but he felt as if he'd fallen into an ice cellar.

"Don't look," Grandma Thompson reached out her small hand to cover his eyes, saying in a low voice, "Don't make eye contact with her, or she'll latch onto you."

Is this the moment when you meet the right person?

William Thompson swallowed and nodded. Just then, the burning sensation in his eyes disappeared. When Grandma Thompson let go, William Thompson sneaked a glance at the boss's back out of the corner of his eye, but found he could no longer see the old lady in gray.

"The boss's parental palace is dark and dull, which means he recently lost his mother or father. The old lady should be his mother," Grandma Thompson whispered. "After death, the soul lingers in the world for seven days. Those with strong attachments may stay longer. The old lady's eyes are red, which shows she has resentment in her heart. If the child is unfilial, the parents will have grievances."

"Will the boss die?"

"Blowing cold wind to extinguish the yang fire will just make him seriously ill for a few days," Grandma Thompson said. "Family matters are not our concern."

After this incident, William Thompson lost his appetite. After paying with Alipay, he hurriedly left with Grandma Thompson.

"Grandma Thompson, is there really an underworld in this world?"