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Rice waved mysteriously at us, prompting us to lean in closer.
“Daddy, Mommy, I want to raise her as a herbalist.”
“A herbalist?” What on earth is that?
Su Anrong, however, gave Rice a thumbs up with a knowing look and then explained to me, “Any spirit needs Spirit Energy to enhance itself. There are many sources of Spirit Energy. Powerful spirits usually have their own dedicated containers, but most spirits rely on herbs for enhancement, and these herbs need to be cultivated. For example, the Soul Cleansing Water we just saw is also extracted from herbs, but for spirits, it’s merely poison.”
Seeing his serious explanation took me by surprise.
“Do you not understand because you look so dazed?” He patted my face.
“It's nonsense; of course I don't understand. Since it's basic labor, can't we just grab any ghost? Why does it have to be this female ghost?”
“Mommy, you don't get it. There are countless ghosts in the world, but very few can produce herbs. Even fewer can endure the loneliness of being a herbalist. This female ghost not only can produce Soul Cleansing Water but is also a bald ghost who has let go of worldly ties; she’s definitely the best choice for my herbalist!”
Actually, I wanted to ask why, since I am a Supreme Spirit Tool, Su Anrong and Rice still needed to cultivate herbs. If they wanted to, couldn’t they just absorb my Spirit Energy? Although I certainly wouldn’t agree to that, I would have no ability to resist!
But while I wanted to ask, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to actually do so. What if they had forgotten about it and my reminder made them remember? Wouldn’t I be digging my own grave?
Thinking this way, I quickly said, “So that’s how it is! Then you can keep her!” As long as they didn’t have their eyes on me, raising as many as they liked was fine.
“I don’t want to be a herbalist! I don’t want to! Which of your eyes saw me letting go of worldly ties? It’s precisely because I haven’t let go that I regretted becoming a nun and tried to hang myself!” Helena screamed desperately, her voice piercing as her long nails scratched deep marks into the floor.
Rice, however, had his ways with ghosts. He first threatened her: “If you don’t become a herbalist, you’ll be turned to ashes. You should still have quite a bit of Soul Cleansing Water in this house, right? Let’s find it later and make you taste every drop!”
The effect was immediate; Helena quieted down. Rice then smiled cutely and said, “If you obediently listen to me, I’ll buy you a wig every week so you can be a beautiful ghost!”
“Wow… really?” The female ghost's eyes sparkled but quickly reverted back. “I don’t want that; even with a wig, no one will appreciate me!”
“I’ll go gather herbs once a month,” Su Anrong said calmly.
Before he finished speaking, Helena began drooling, "I agree!"
Selling herself again! Is this really okay?
"Don't worry, it's Our Son who will actually go gather herbs," Su Anrong whispered to me. "Come on, let's hurry back. Mom thinks you've gone missing; it's been so long since you brought her a meal."
The way he kept saying "we" was quite jarring; his adaptability was impressive.
I didn't want to stay in this dreadful place any longer, so I quickly followed Su Anrong toward the elevator. Just as we reached the elevator door, I suddenly remembered something and stopped in my tracks. "You said that if I left my house, you would tell me about Chen Siyuan. Can you tell me now?"
"Let's go home first." Su Anrong's expression changed slightly as he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me into the elevator.
I clung tightly to the elevator door. Going home first would be foolish; Su Anrong was more cunning than a fox, and who knows what excuses he would come up with once we got back!
"If you don't tell me, I'm not going back."
"If you don't go back, you'll have nowhere to go. Just look around you; do you think this is a nice place?"
What kind of place? Isn't it just the fourth floor of our building? Although the number four often appears in horror stories, I've lived here since I was little. I may not come here often, but I've been here a few times—what's so special about it?
Wait...
I casually glanced around but felt a chill under my feet.
What is this place? The ceiling above was bare; when I arrived earlier, it wasn't like this. How did it turn into an unfinished room? There were even cobwebs on the elevator door, and the floor was filthy with dust piled thick enough to cover my hand. Occasionally, I could see mice scurrying about.
Oh my God, I couldn't bear to look any longer. I grabbed Su Anrong's hand and dashed into the elevator. "Let's go home! Hurry up! Rice, come on, we're going home!"
Rice quickly darted inside as Su Anrong calmly pressed the button for our floor, but my heart was racing wildly.
"Mommy, what's wrong? Are you cold? You're shaking!" Rice asked with concern.
I refused to admit I was scared and chose not to answer him, instead changing the subject. "Where's your herbalist?"
"He went to grow herbs!" he replied, pulling out a handful of bottles and jars from his pocket as if performing a magic trick. "Mommy, here! Eat this! It's all good stuff! I found it from the herbalist's place."
I forgot my fear and happily picked up a small glass bottle. But when I saw a white eyeball inside, my hand trembled, and I threw the bottle away. "What the hell is this?"
Su Anrong reached out to catch it, elegantly twisting open the bottle and pouring out the eyeball. He held it up to examine it. "Son, your herbalist has a good eye; this Spiritual Eye is quite valuable. Keep it safe."
"Of course! With Daddy and Mommy being so smart, I can't embarrass you!"
I watched as the two of them discussed enthusiastically while my stomach churned. Seriously, why hadn't the elevator arrived yet?
What? How did we end up on the fourth floor again?
"Ahhh!" I pointed in terror at the numbers in the elevator and gripped Su Anrong's arm tightly. "Ghost Wall! Ghost Wall!"
Su Anrong glanced over with an expression that was nothing short of disdainful.
Madam! Why? Why look at me like that? Isn't it normal for a human to be scared of a Ghost Wall?
"Mommy, don't worry! With us around, a Ghost Wall wouldn't dare show up. We just stepped out of ghost territory; we'll be home soon!" Rice said as the elevator ascended to the seventh floor.
I sighed in relief. "What do you mean by ghost territory?"
"Daddy, it's your time to shine; I won't compete with you," Rice giggled as the elevator reached the ninth floor—our home.
As soon as the doors opened, Rice dashed out. "Grandma! We're back!"
Su Anrong strode out confidently, and I quickly chased after him, grabbing his shirt. "Hey! Your son just gave you a chance to shine, aren't you going to say something?"
"I knew you'd catch up," Su Anrong said smugly, wearing an annoyingly triumphant expression.
I gritted my teeth and cursed, "Teasing us like this, your whole family deserves to be haunted for life!"
"Wheat! What are you saying? Is it normal to curse your own husband like that? Come on, help me out here; I'm exhausted!" My mom suddenly appeared, dragging me back inside.
Seriously, Mom? Is that how you talk about your own daughter?
But just as I reached the doorway, I was stunned!
What on earth was happening? I had only gone downstairs to deliver a meal. Even if I had spent quite some time with those two ghosts, it shouldn't have led to such a drastic change in our home!
Mom, are you demolishing the house? What’s with all these movers coming in and out?
Seeing my bewildered expression, Mom cheerfully explained, "Wheat, we just discussed it with Rongrong. There's no time like the present; we're moving into the new house today! Besides, there was a murder in our neighborhood recently. They say it's haunted, so it's better to move out sooner."
Rongrong!? Moving!? New house!? Murder!? Haunted!?
"Wait, wait, wait! Mom, that's too much information for me to process. Give me a moment," I rubbed my temples. Had this day somehow stretched longer? How could so much happen in such a short time? Mom, you barely knew Su Anrong for three hours before deciding to move into his place!
"What do you need to think about? It's already dark! If we don't finish moving today, we won't have anywhere to sleep tonight! Rongrong said that house is big enough for all your friends; everyone can have their own room!" Mom's face was beaming with joy; she looked like she might burst into laughter.
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