Jiang Chen walked into the spare bedroom.
The light was off. A boy of six or seven was crouched in the corner, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed miserably.
"My brother's dead, boo-hoo, my brother's dead..."
Jiang Chen went over and patted the boy's shoulder.
The boy turned around, his face deathly pale. After looking Jiang Chen over, he immediately looked shocked and frightened.
"Brother, how did you..."
Jiang Chen cut him off. "Don't be scared. Tonight is my Seventh Night. My spirit came back to see you."
"By the way, did you prepare anything tasty as an offering for your big brother?"
The question left the little boy completely bewildered.
Jiang Chen's leaps in logic jammed his train of thought on the spot.
"Shachun? Shachun? Zoning out again? You've had that problem since you were little, and it never got better. Now that I'm gone, you're the one I worry about most."
Jiang Chen waved a hand before the boy's eyes and asked again, "Did you prepare any offerings to honor your big brother, Shachun?"
"Who the fuck are you calling Shachun? Ghost Qi +999!"
Slow as the little boy was, even he could hear the insult.
"Hehe, I don't really know what you like to eat, Brother..."
He offered that as an excuse.
Instead, Jiang Chen immediately stroked his head tenderly. "True, asking you something like that is too much for you, Shachun. Everyone around you always said you weren't bright when you were little. I was the only one who stood up for you."
"You silly kid, deep-fried children are my favorite! It wasn't easy coming back for my Seventh Night, so you'll just have to make a little sacrifice."
As he spoke, he picked up the little boy and headed for the kitchen.
The boy's eyes