Summary
All the adults in my family fought to please Grandpa, and every wish he spoke aloud came true: a fifty-million-yuan lottery win, a Ferrari, a place at a top university, a move from a street-side alley into a luxury flat downtown.
Everyone called me an idiot for wishing him nothing but a long and healthy life.
Because I alone knew that Grandpa had never been possessed by any Wish Immortal.
What had taken his place was a weasel spirit from the mountain, and every wish it granted would be paid for in organs and fortune.
When the family gathered for Grandpa’s birthday banquet, the debt was already coming due.