Fengshen Nana’s uncle had dark skin, a wrinkled face full of cuts, and disheveled hair. I wondered when was the last time he took a bath.

Fengshen Nana turned to look at me, so I asked her, “How should I address him?”

“People usually call him Old Chef,” she answered.

I nodded and placed my palm on the crown of her uncle’s head. I clutched his head and said in a gentle voice, “Old Chef, wake up!”

If someone was startled awake while they were having a nightmare, they could get a heart attack, with their soul directly flying out of their body. As such, I covered the crown of his head and gently called his name; this would help keep his soul in place.

Although he was injected with some sedatives, Old Chef soon woke up.

The first thing he did was scream. “Let me go! Let me go! Nana?! Please help me! Take me out of here!”

Fengshen Nana was very happy that her uncle recognized her. “Uncle, is that really you? Can you recognize me?”

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