Looking at Henry Lang's expression, N/A's eyes grew a bit cloudy. He spoke gently, “This is meat. Braised beef from Jufu Restaurant, for eating, to give you strength.” As he spoke, he stuffed the braised beef in his hand into Henry Lang's small palm.

Henry Lang was stunned.

For convicts, eating meat was something they didn’t even dare to dream of. As for Henry Lang, from birth until now, he had never even seen what meat looked like.

After carefully tearing off a small piece and putting it in his mouth, Henry Lang suddenly let out a cry of surprise, clutching the braised beef as he turned and rushed into the house, shaking The Langs, who had long since fallen asleep from years of exhaustion, awake with all his might.

When N/A drifted into the house, the mother and son had even forgotten there was a little ghostly guest. They were grinning foolishly, tearing off small strips of meat and desperately stuffing them into each other’s mouths...

N/A took a deep breath, turned, and left. When he returned a while later, his face was black and blue, but he was carrying a rather large bundle on his back. After returning to the Liang home, he dumped the bundle onto the table: roast chicken, soy sauce duck, braised eggs, lamb offal, beef face...

The Langs, who was extremely ugly, stared dumbfounded at the table full of dishes she had never tasted, seen, or even imagined. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

Henry Lang was relatively calm. He picked up a chicken leg from the table and carefully shielded it in front of his mother. “Your face...”

N/A grinned, revealing a few crooked teeth. “My magic is too weak. I was discovered while stealing this food.”

N/A was just a lowly little ghost. If he revealed himself, he couldn’t escape the fists and kicks of mortals, but if he stayed invisible, he couldn’t pick up anything from the human world at all.

Henry Lang nodded gratefully and asked, “Who exactly are you, and why have you come to our family...” Then, as if something occurred to him, a genuine joy suddenly blossomed on his small face. He stared at N/A and asked loudly, “Are you my father?!”

“No!” The Langs and the little ghost spoke in unison, both startled.

“Then who are you?” Henry Lang didn’t seem too disappointed.

N/A hurriedly replied, “I am Edward Lang’s personal bodyguard. Edward Lang is your ancestor.”

Henry Lang turned to look at his mother. The Langs shook her head; she didn’t know her husband’s family had such an ancestor, nor had she ever heard of this N/A.

N/A always spoke in a timid tone, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes: “More than three hundred years ago, I died with grievances, and because my resentment was too deep, my soul did not disperse. My enemy was right before me, but I was powerless to take revenge. I could only use a little magic to keep playing tricks on him. Unexpectedly, I provoked the pursuit of the underworld’s enforcers. Just as I was about to be destroyed, Mr. Lang happened to pass by, saved me, helped me clear my grievances, and personally killed my enemy. From then on, I swore to serve the Liang family forever. The master gave me a name: Evelyn Wynn...”

Henry Lang’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he asked a string of questions: “Mr. Lang? My ancestor was a high official? He could even drive away underworld enforcers? Was he an immortal?”

The little ghost Evelyn Wynn answered honestly, “Mr. Lang was a high official, and very capable. Compared to immortals, I think he was no less impressive. But he was still a mortal, and in the end, only had a lifespan of a hundred years or so...”

“Later, once Mr. Lang encountered an assassin. In the fierce fight, I was also affected and, gravely injured, fell into a sleep for three hundred years. When I woke up, Mr. Lang had already ascended to immortality. After much effort, I finally found out that the master had later offended the emperor, was convicted and executed, and his descendants were forever made convicts. To find you, I traveled to countless places. At last, the King of Hell took pity on me and allowed me to come and repay my debt of gratitude.” Evelyn Wynn’s tone was first gloomy and sad, then turned to relief.

Henry Lang asked anxiously, “Then what crime did my ancestor commit?”

Evelyn Wynn shook his head, answering with deep self-reproach, “I couldn’t find that out. My magic is too weak; I can’t get into the yamen.”

The Langs finally came to her senses. Her expression shifted from shock to hesitation, and finally to determination. Suddenly, she pulled Henry Lang down with her, knelt before the little ghost, and stammered, “You’re a ghost, you must have other abilities. Please, I beg you, for the sake of the Liang family’s ancestors, take the child away...”

Evelyn Wynn was so shocked his ghostly face turned pale. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed desperately to Henry Lang and his mother. “I—I don’t have such great abilities. I can’t save you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But I will always watch over you, and steal meat for you to eat... Once young master’s health improves, he’ll be able to survive the hard labor.”

“And, and!” Evelyn Wynn was almost in tears. “I’ll go steal boxing manuals, so young master can practice martial arts. Once he has skills, he’ll have a chance to escape...” When he was alive, he was an honest man; after becoming a ghost, he understood loyalty even more. Three hundred years later, he had finally found the descendants of Edward Lang to repay his debt...

Evelyn Wynn was just a lowly little ghost, unable to even defeat mortals, let alone take Henry Lang and his mother away. He only dared to appear at night; the sunlight during the day was extremely harmful to him.

That night, eight-year-old Henry Lang saw a ghost for the first time, tasted meat for the first time, and heard about his ancestors for the first time...