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But Su Anrong did not answer me directly. Instead, he said with some irritation, "There’s no way you could have the Soul Rain's core inside you without a reason. Someone must have put it there. Don’t you feel anything at all?"
"How would I know? What did I do to deserve this? Why is it that I'm the one encountering so many ghosts?" I felt completely innocent in this situation. Why was he getting upset?
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault," Su Anrong unexpectedly softened quickly, embracing me. His body was colder than mine and trembled slightly from the chill.
I didn’t respond, unsure why he said that or why he claimed it was his fault. After all, I was the one who called him to the hospital.
I could only hear him mumbling against my shoulder, "Wheat, don’t worry. I will make sure your life returns to normal. Trust me."
I felt a bit uncomfortable inside. My earlier anger wasn’t really directed at him; it was just that I suddenly realized how close I was to death, which was hard to accept.
Just like Rice said, what’s there to fear about dying? It’s even more freeing. Besides, neither Su Anrong nor Rice are human; what does it mean for me to exist in this world?
No, that’s not right. If I died, I would just be an ordinary ghost, bound to follow the King of Hell's orders and reincarnate. I couldn’t wander the world like them. Most importantly, I couldn’t bear to see my parents grow old and lose their child.
But if everything really returned to normal, wouldn’t that mean Su Anrong and Rice would cease to exist as well? That would be a relief.
I didn’t respond to Su Anrong's words; my thoughts were in disarray.
"Chen Siyuan, aren’t you supposed to be catching ghosts? There are plenty here; just grab a few," Su Anrong changed the subject and lifted me off the table, jumping down to the floor. "Catch some that look a bit more menacing; those kinds of ghosts have stronger resentment. Qiao Lianjiu's mother would recognize them better."
"Thank you," Siyuan replied as she began catching ghosts. She had brought a bottle with her when she arrived—one that Rice had given her. It was said to be able to contain souls.
She quickly caught the ghost of the man who had been scamming people and another ghost with multicolored hair. With a gentle shove into the bottle, they shrank down into two thumb-sized dolls trapped inside.
In total, Chen Siyuan caught five ghosts, filling the bottle with ghostly dolls. If she sprinkled a bit of glow-in-the-dark powder on them, they could even serve as decorative pieces at home.
Su Anrong made a call to Black and White Impermanence, asking them to come and take away the unclaimed ghosts, then he held me tightly and walked outside.
As we reached the door of the conference room, a drop of water fell onto my neck with a "plop," sending a chill through me that made me instinctively cling tighter to his neck.
A smile that he could not hide appeared on Su Anrong's face.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.
"Garlic Paste, I remember now!"
I excitedly jumped off him. "Last time at the altar, a drop of water fell on my neck. Later, I asked you to check, but you said you didn't see anything. Do you remember?"
"You mean that at that time, you already had the Soul Rain mother body inside you?"
"I'm not sure. If it wasn't then, I can't think of any other time."
The hospital was still empty; we had walked for quite a while without seeing a single living person. As we passed by the room where Lin Xiuyu had stayed, Su Anrong couldn't help but glance over.
What was he looking at? What was so captivating about that vessel that it held his attention so completely?
Fortunately, the door was tightly shut; I really didn't want to encounter those bugs again.
Wait a minute, something was off. That vessel looked like it had some age to it—perhaps it was an antique? It should be worth quite a bit.
Images of a bright red ceremonial vessel filled my mind. The history of such vessels can be traced back over three thousand years to the Shang Dynasty. If this one truly was from that era, it would be like winning the lottery. Even if it were just from the Qing Dynasty, it would still fetch a good price.
"Wife," Su Anrong said as he noticed my dazed expression while staring at the door. His eyes shifted with an unreadable emotion. "What are you looking at?"
I quickly wiped away the drool that was about to spill out and said with a grin, "I saw you staring at that, so I know what you're thinking. You want that Jade Goblet too, right? I'll go get it for you."
Before Su Anrong could respond, I rushed over and kicked the door open.
The bugs had all been dealt with by Su Anrong, so there shouldn't be any left here.
As the door swung open, it was indeed quiet inside. The Jade Goblet was quietly back on the table, and looking at it felt like staring at a pile of cash—irresistible temptation and impulse surged within me.
"Wheat, don't go in there!"
Su Anrong called out to me, but my feet had already crossed the threshold of the room. Just then, a gust of wind blew through, and the door slammed shut behind me with a loud bang.
Having just escaped from a horde of ghosts, the sound of the door closing sent my heart racing; I nearly couldn't handle the shock.
I stood frozen in place, waiting for over ten seconds. Not sensing anything amiss, I realized it was eerily quiet around me. It seemed like nothing was wrong after all.
Time to act quickly.
I hurried over to grab the Jade Goblet from the table, ready to leave when suddenly my body went rigid, and goosebumps prickled my skin.
Because I noticed that on the bed, which had just been empty, there seemed to be someone there.
Rubbing my eyes, I confirmed that the figure was still there, facing away from me, curled up under the blanket as if crying.
I hadn't planned on getting involved in such matters; based on my experience, this person was either a ghost or something worse. However, her voice sounded eerily similar to Zhang Mengdi's, which made me uneasy.
Especially her crying voice, which sounded just like the one on the phone, even the way she cried seemed to be a perfect copy.
I understood the saying "curiosity killed the cat," but I couldn't help wanting to find out who was playing tricks on me.
I held the Jade Goblet and inched closer to the bed, but I didn't dare get too close: "Hey, I know you're a ghost, so stop pretending."
She didn't respond and continued to cry, shaking all over as if her sorrow was overwhelming her, causing the blanket to tremble along with her.
"Others pretend to be fierce ghosts to scare people; isn't it a bit embarrassing for you to be crying like this?" I said while quietly moving closer.
Normally, ghosts would suddenly turn around to scare me, but I was prepared. When I was just a hand's breadth away and anticipated she would turn around any moment, I quickly crouched down under the bed.
Sure enough, I heard a sudden turning sound above me, followed by the ghost's laughter: "Hahaha, you little brat, I knew you would come closer!"
I immediately recognized that voice; it was none other than Su Anrong, that Ghost Servant. How could she still be haunting me? Calling me a little brat while clutching a toenail as if it were a cherished token for a thousand years—she was truly the most shameless of them all.
"Little brat, come out!" She leaned down to peek under the bed.
I gritted my teeth and raised the Jade Goblet, thrusting it fiercely toward her face.
"Ah!" A piercing scream erupted as the Ghost Servant covered her face and rolled on the bed.
I clapped my hands and stood up. "How's that, you fool? You thought you could scare me? You're still too inexperienced."
I hadn't expected this goblet to be so effective; it really could hurt her. I had initially not held out much hope.
I gently tapped the Jade Goblet, which produced a crisp sound—clear and pleasant. Its exquisite appearance and transparent texture suggested that although I might not know much about treasures, being able to harm a thousand-year-old ghost meant it must be something special.
I had stumbled upon a treasure. This book updates quickly.
I no longer cared about the female ghost. I held onto the Jade Goblet and opened the door to leave.
Then I realized I couldn't get out.
When the door swung open, I found myself facing a wall. What was going on? I had just come in from the corridor. Where were Su Anrong and Chen Siyuan? Weren't they waiting for me outside?
"Hahaha, go on, try to leave!" The Ghost Servant laughed arrogantly behind me. "You dare to play tricks on me? Do you really think a mere noble can harm me, you shameless little brat? You even dared to seduce my A-Shang. I'll make sure you suffer the scorn of a thousand people!"
A wild wind howled past, and the Ghost Servant closed in on me in an instant. Thinking she was going to choke me again, I instinctively covered my neck with both hands. But the next second...
I felt a chill at my legs; my skirt had been pulled off! The wind blew against my thighs and backside.
The Ghost Servant burst into delighted laughter, raising her phone to snap two quick photos of me. Seriously? Even ghosts are so fashionable now that she has a smartphone!
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