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When I opened my eyes again, the sky outside was already bright. Warm sunlight streamed in, enveloping me in a comforting warmth. However, this was not my bedroom; it was a hospital.
I had no idea how I ended up back in the hospital. An IV drip was attached to my hand. As I moved my body, a wave of soreness spread from my feet throughout my entire body. I felt weak and my throat was dry, making me quite uncomfortable.
Struggling to move my hand, the door opened, and Molin entered, holding a bowl of something. Noticing that I wasn’t as sarcastic as before, he simply extended the bowl toward me, and a strong herbal scent hit me.
“What is this?” I asked.
“It’s herbal medicine to dispel negative energy,” Molin replied, his brow furrowed and his tone somewhat displeased. “Drink it.”
“Oh.” I didn’t doubt him. Feeling so unwell, I took the bowl in both hands and tilted my head back to drink it. The medicine was even more bitter than last time. “Is there any sugar? It’s really bitter.”
“Good medicine is often bitter.” Molin casually placed the bowl on the bedside table, pulled up a chair, and sat beside me with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me with an expression of annoyance but saying nothing.
His gaze made me uneasy, and I thought he might be angry about what happened last night. Remembering a few points that Jun Chong had mentioned to me, I quickly said, “We failed last night, right? But Jun Chong told me that it might not just be ghosts at play; it could also be humans or even the deceased—”
“You two combined last night, didn’t you?”
His words interrupted me abruptly. Molin looked at me with an annoyed expression, and for a moment, I couldn’t process what he said.
“What did you say?”
“You two combined last night, didn’t you?”
At his words, memories of last night flooded back to me, causing my face to flush and my heart to race as I lowered my head. Seeing my reaction only deepened the darkness in Molin's eyes.
"Gu Anxin, did you even hear what I said? He is a ghost, and you are human. Throughout history, there has never been anything good from the union of humans and ghosts. I warned you that as long as you don't combine, there’s a chance to break the Ghost Marriage. Why won’t you listen and insist on pushing yourself into hell?"
Molin was acting strangely today. In the past, I might have thought he was angry because he liked me.
But now, the malice in his eyes was heavy, filled with a murderous intent. This was definitely an emotion mixed with deep-seated hatred and anger, completely unrelated to jealousy from affection.
"What’s wrong with you? I know that human-ghost unions are not good, but I like him. Even if the outcome is bad, I don’t regret what happened last night. Because I love him, even if it’s just for one day, I would still choose it."
"Why do you all say the same thing? Is there really no one else in this world to love? Why must it be a ghost?"
After hearing this, Molin clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembling visibly. His bangs hung low over his eyes, hiding the emotions within.
"Do you know that in the end, they will turn against you and consume you? You will be left with nothing, not even a chance to be reincarnated!"
Faced with Molin's outburst and emotional shift, I keenly sensed that he might have encountered someone who had suffered a tragic end due to a Ghost Marriage before.
" Molin, did you also—"
"My sister." Molin spoke those three words in a low voice. I was taken aback; he had already stood up from his chair and turned away. "Jun Chong brought you back after you caught a fever. Take your medicine and rest well. Tonight we need to continue logging into the Website; if we can’t find the reason, Ling Feng will die."
I looked at his slightly hunched back and guessed that he probably saw me following the same path as his sister, which was why he reacted this way.
The comforting words died on my lips; I knew that trying to comfort Molin would only make it harder for him to accept.
" Molin, let me tell you something: I'm tough as nails. Death is far from me, so don’t curse me. Otherwise, even if I die, I'll come back as a ghost to haunt you every day, making sure you live your life alone and poor!"
"Hey." Molin scoffed lightly and raised his head but took big strides toward the door. "Gu Anxin, come back to me when you've lived to eighty years old and then talk about this issue."
"Hmph, I will definitely live longer than you."
To be honest, I don't consider myself a very Bagua person, but during the time I've spent with Molin, I've come to regard him as a friend. We've had our share of playful banter, so seeing this serious side of Molin feels strange. I want to cheer him up; after all, he’s acting this way because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me.
And I—
I touched the Red Spider Lily on my chest, gazing at the brilliant sunlight, and smiled lightly. "I will definitely live well, absolutely."
I don't know what kind of medicine Molin gave me, but after a good sleep, I felt revitalized and didn't feel any discomfort. The doctor said everything was fine, so after insisting strongly, I was discharged.
Once I got home, I took a shower and then dried my hair while heading to the living room to see what Molin was up to. At first glance, I saw the table covered with photos and papers, and him furrowing his brow in deep analysis—so different from his usual carefree demeanor.
"All done washing up?" Molin said without looking up. "About that question you mentioned earlier, I've thought about it too. If it really is a ghost killing people, the price shouldn't be monetary. But if we don't rule out human involvement, let's say the other party is very greedy for money; then registering on this Website should be a very simple matter. If it were me, I'd definitely make more money with less effort than what I'm earning now."
I dried my hair and sat down next to Molin, agreeing with his thoughts. "Jun Chong also told us to check the deceased's birth charts; he said that whether human or ghost, the birth chart is very important."
"I thought of that later too. Take a look at these birth charts and see if you can find any similarities."
I glanced at the lines and boxes he had drawn on the paper and awkwardly smiled. "I can't understand this."
"Idiot," Molin habitually insulted me, pointing at the words above. "There are eleven deceased in total, including yesterday's Rong'er. Their birth charts are either purely Yin or purely Yang."
"Purely Yin or Yang?" I exclaimed in surprise. "Does that mean we can Refine Ghost?"
Molin paused and looked at me. "How do you know that?"
"I... I—" I instinctively grabbed my chest where there was a mark left by Refine Ghost. Although I didn’t feel anything, it was indeed from Refine Ghost.
"What’s over there? Show me."
"Ah—you're such a rogue!"
I raised my hand and punched Molin right in the eye. He stumbled back, clutching his shirt. Molin frowned in displeasure, a hint of anger creeping into his expression. "Gu Anxin, what’s wrong with you?"
"Who told you not to understand the boundaries between men and women!"
Molin rubbed his injured eye and pouted. "Feudal thinking." Then he waved his hand at me and continued, "These birth charts are indeed pure yin and pure yang. When it comes to souls like these, the first thing that comes to mind is Refine Ghost, but actually, it’s not that simple."
His words piqued my curiosity again. I grabbed a cushion from the sofa, hugged it close, and leaned in closer to him. "What else?"
"Since ancient times, there have been tales of young boys and girls. The same applies to pure yin and pure yang destinies; it’s based on the principle of ninety-nine and eighty-one. I read in ancient texts that thousands of years ago, there was an unprecedented war in the underworld that nearly destroyed the entire realm. The culprit was the use of ninety-nine pure yin and pure yang souls to open a portal between the underworld and the demon realm, allowing a flood of demons to invade and wreak havoc on the Forbidden Tower, releasing a notorious demon king. It is said that the King of Hell spent ten thousand years of cultivation trying to prevent the demon king's emergence."
In the past, I would have dismissed this as mere fiction or nonsense, but after everything I had experienced, I couldn’t deny that there were many beings in this world beyond human perception, each with their own realms and lives.
Molin paused for a moment. "So don’t underestimate those with pure yin and pure yang destinies. Although some may face many difficulties living among humans, outside of our world, they are the strongest combatants."
"But what you’re saying is just from ancient texts; perhaps our encounter this time is merely coincidental? I’d rather believe they are Refine Ghosts than accept this."
"I feel the same." Molin nodded. "I hope my concerns are unfounded. You should rest for a while; we’ll need to go online again soon."
"Okay."
At ten past midnight, I logged back onto Soul Website. This time, I felt no anxiety or panic; everything went smoothly until I was about to make the payment again when my computer screen went black, forcing me to restart.
Molin summarized this situation succinctly: "It can only be said that your birth chart doesn’t match."
"What should we do?"
"Don't worry. I've already contacted my senior brother to trace the other party's server through our network signal. I believe we'll have news by tomorrow at the latest. That's enough for today; you should go rest! I'll take another look, and we'll search for Ling Feng first thing in the morning."
"Okay."
I glanced deeply at Molin, then turned to leave without saying anything more. Just as I was stepping out, I thought I heard Molin talking to the computer, fiddling with it for a while before returning to his room.
However, none of us noticed that after we left, the living room's computer suddenly lit up again, and the eerie sound that followed was the phrase "Soul Website."
The Death Prediction under the Dark Vortex began to spin, gradually revealing a face—a woman's face that looked very familiar—before it dimmed again shortly after.
As I closed the door, my heart skipped a beat; I felt as if something was following me from behind. Instinctively, I opened the door to look back, but the living room outside was dark and empty.
"Am I just being paranoid?"
I shook my head and prepared to go to sleep since tomorrow would surely be a big battle. Just as I climbed into bed, my phone suddenly rang. Groggy-eyed, I immediately woke up when I saw the caller ID.
"Xiao You?"
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