Chapter Two: The Soul Summoning

“Your restaurant’s lease is signed for five years, protected under American law! If you breach the contract, my lawyer will sue you! You’ll just have to prepare to close shop and lose money!”
“You… you… we’re at least from the same hometown! When you transferred the restaurant to us, you promised we’d definitely turn a profit and break even within a year. Who knew business here would be so bad? Homeless people at the door, hippies upstairs, no decent folks dare to come eat. We only owe you one month’s rent, and you come knocking to collect rent and seize the place? You’re turning cold so fast!”
“Hey, hey, I’m just following the contract. Business is business; everyone’s responsible for their own skills. If you lose, you lose. Your poor management has nothing to do with me.”
“I… we’ll just declare bankruptcy and see what you can do!”
“Heh, that’s exactly what I want~ Take a good look at the agreement. If you can’t pay the rent, I’ll keep the thirty thousand deposit and rent the place out again. Pay what you owe this month immediately. Honestly, you’re not the first to fail here, nor will you be the last. You have three days. Do as you please.”

A muffled argument buzzed faintly near Dang Lei’s ears, voices coming through doors and walls. He felt strange. Where was he? A hospital?

Opening his eyes, the surroundings were pitch black, but the air was thick with the scent of scallions, ginger, and cooking oil. A hospital kitchen?

Dang Lei struggled to get up but felt his body was alien—aching, stiff, every muscle uncooperative, as if they each had a will of their own, resisting one another. He couldn’t rise at all.

The outside arguing stopped, followed by a brief, heavy silence. Then an elder’s voice said, “You Tang, gather this month’s rent first. Hurry and find a way to hand the restaurant over to others. You Wei, go check on Guo Yang. If his fever hasn’t gone down, take him to Dr. Tang’s clinic. Don’t go to the hospital—it’s too expensive.”

Dang Lei gave up trying to get up. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. He saw the low wooden ceiling above, stained with a dark water mark.

This was definitely not a hospital. Dang Lei’s mind was a chaotic mess, flooded with fragmented memories flashing rapidly like scenes from a movie. He felt dizzy, forced his eyes shut, biting his lips tightly to endure the pain.

He heard a creak as a door opened and footsteps approaching. The scent of scallions and cooking oil grew stronger.

A warm, rough hand gently brushed his forehead.

“Looks like the fever’s down,” Gan Youwei murmured, half relieved.

Compared to the restaurant’s business troubles, he was more worried about his son’s health.

Seeing his son’s tightly shut eyes and pale, pursed lips, Gan Youwei’s relief vanished.

He whispered, “Guo Yang? Guo Yang? Feeling any better? Hungry? Want to eat something?”

Dang Lei felt as if submerged underwater, the voices distant and muffled as if coming from the shore.

Guo Yang? Who was Guo Yang?

And who was he?

Where exactly was he?

What time was it?

His mind roared like a cement mixer, memories and images flooding in like a broken dam, nearly unbearable, his head ready to explode.

Gan Youwei watched his son’s face contort in agony, veins bulging on his forehead, lips clenched tight in obvious pain.

Anxiously, he called out to his uncle Gan Bingguang and cousin Gan Youtang, “Uncle! You Tang! Come quick! Guo Yang looks seriously ill!”

They entered the room. Gan Bingguang sat by the bed, frowning, “Has Guo Yang been possessed?”

Gan Youtang asked doubtfully, “Possessed? Can you get possessed even in America?”

Gan Bingguang glared at his son, “It’s the same in China or America! You Wei, has Guo Yang been anywhere recently?”

Gan Youwei steadied his anxious breath, then said, “Yesterday, Guo Yang and Guo Hui went out. He started running a fever that night. I don’t know how it got this bad.”

“Where’s Ah Hui? Bring him here!”

Gan Youtang went upstairs to the loft and pulled down his son Gan Guohui, who was tinkering with a game console.

“Yesterday? I… I took Guo Yang to walk around near the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Church… He just arrived not long ago. I wanted him to get familiar with the area. I didn’t take him anywhere else—certainly nowhere bad.”

Faced with his grandfather’s stern questioning, Gan Guohui dared not lie.

“Did he get scared by anything yesterday? Or encounter anything strange?”

“Scared? Well… yesterday, when passing a basketball court, a ball hit us. A black man shouted at us and seemed like he wanted to fight, but we returned the ball to him. Then a car almost hit us when we threw the ball back. I think Guo Yang might have been scared.”

“Why would you go to that streetball court? It’s full of ruthless black guys. Guo Yang’s new here, unfamiliar with the place—don’t run around recklessly. Go get a bowl of water and a pair of chopsticks.”

“All right, Grandpa. You want to call back Guo Yang’s spirit?”

“Hurry up, no nonsense!”

Gan Guohui quickly fetched a porcelain bowl filled with water and a pair of bamboo chopsticks. Gan Bingguang placed the bowl at the bedside, held the chopsticks upright in the water, closed his eyes, and chanted:

“Crossed your bridge, blocked your path, no matter how you died, no offense intended. Since you’ve found my son, here’s some water and food for your journey. Eat and please depart swiftly. Those with no grievances, stay away…”

After finishing, Gan Bingguang let go, and the chopsticks stood upright in the water.

He stirred the water with the chopsticks and chanted again:

“Eat the water and food by fate. When finished, leave and do not linger. Bless the child’s safety. If you offend again, by law and decree, please Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Virgin Mary as witnesses…”

Letting go once more, the chopsticks remained standing. Gan Bingguang said, “Get some rice.”

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