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“Wow, you’re scaring me! Boo hoo hoo, you’re scaring me!”
I was genuinely angry when I shouted that. After yelling, I didn’t expect much because in front of this ghost, I couldn’t move at all; I was no match for it.
But who would have thought it suddenly burst into tears, and the wailing was deafening, right in my ear. The sound made my left ear buzz incessantly, almost making me deaf. Outside, Jun Chong was definitely doing this on purpose, taking his sweet time to show up.
“Enough! If you keep crying, I’ll throw you out.”
Okay, I admit I said that on purpose, just to make it shut up. I didn’t really think it would work.
To my surprise, it actually quieted down. Its face, covered in holes, mixed with blood and tears, was even more disgusting than before. I felt utterly miserable.
“I’m telling you, can you please get off my bed? It smells terrible and you’ve ruined my sheets.”
“If you don’t scare me, I’ll leave.”
What the heck? Is this really a ghost?
But I still said, “I promise I won’t scare you.”
Reluctantly, it crawled off the bed, taking its body off my chest as well. Then I realized I could move again. As soon as I could move, I got up from the bed and looked at the once clean sheets now stained with blood and crawling with bugs. My whole body trembled.
Seeing me stomp around on the floor as I stripped the sheets off the bed, the ghost took on a pitiful look again, huddling in the corner and sobbing, “Granny Mi is a liar! She said turning into this would scare you into helping me. Who knew you’d be so scary? You frightened Mumu! Mumu is scared! Mumu wants to go home.”
"What? Change?"
I calmed myself and stared at the corner in front of the bathroom, where a blurry shadow lingered. As the clouds shifted, silver moonlight poured down, and I slowly made out the figure. What had once been a ghost now appeared as a chubby boy of about six or seven, with big eyes and an adorable face.
Noticing my gaze, he shrank back into the corner, seemingly frightened of me. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked like he wanted to cry but was afraid I would scold him—just like a child who had been reprimanded by an adult.
I gently touched my cheek, softened my expression, and let a smile appear. The little ghost's earlier words indicated that someone had sent him to seek my help, but I didn’t know why, so I needed to ask.
"Little brother, don’t cry. I’m just upset that you got my blanket dirty. It’s nothing else. Don’t cry; I won’t be angry with you. Would you like some candy?"
I rarely interacted with children, especially not one who wasn’t even human. I wasn’t sure if this approach would work, but luckily there was a lollipop on the table—something I had casually placed there.
To my surprise, the little ghost's eyes lit up as he fixated on the lollipop, drooling.
"…"
I awkwardly smiled, recalling his initial words. Did Granny Mi really think I was that easy to bully? If I had shown fear just now, wouldn’t that have been a joke on me?
"Here you go."
"Is it really okay?"
"Of course it is."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, the Lollipop in my hand had vanished. In the corner, a little ghost was sniffing the air eagerly.
"Are you not going to eat?" I asked.
"I can't eat it; I can only smell its sweet aroma," he replied.
"Then how can you eat it?"
"It can be cremated, and then the messenger of the underworld will receive it and bring it to us."
"Oh, like a delivery service!" I nodded, sitting on the bed and looking at him with a slight smile. "You mentioned needing my help earlier. Who are you? How did you become a ghost at such a young age?"
"Granny Mi said Mumu died when he was just a baby. Granny Mi raised me."
A pang of sorrow struck my heart. Such a lovely child, gone so soon—was it the fault of adults or simply fate?
If I ever have children of my own, I will do everything in my power to keep them safe, even if it costs me my entire life.
Perhaps at that moment, the little ghost was still too young to understand what death meant. Now that he spoke of it, there was no pain in his voice. He took another whiff of the candy's sweetness and continued, "Granny Mi said our home has been taken over by a very wicked ghost. That ghost has started going mad lately, not only killing people but also eating ghosts. Granny Mi said if this continues, we will die too. So we need to find someone to catch that ghost, but—"
"But what?" I prompted.
"But Mumu and Granny Mi are also ghosts, and anyone who catches ghosts might catch us too. So we need to find someone capable of catching ghosts who won't harm us."
"Is it really me?" I touched my nose and asked, "How did Granny Mi find me?"
"Through divination!" Mumu proudly lifted her nose. "Granny Mi's divination is the best! She chanted spells over water, and then you appeared. Granny Mi sent me to find you, saying that if I just scared you a little, you'd help us."
"..."
I felt a bit embarrassed. Am I really that easy to scare? After everything I've been through, I'm not someone who can be frightened so easily anymore, hmph.
However—
"You said Granny Mi's divination is impressive?"
Mumu nodded vigorously, looking very proud. "Granny Mi's divination skills are famous in our area; there's nothing she doesn't know! Granny Mi even said she wants me to inherit her legacy, and one day I'll be just as amazing as her!"
I smiled. Although Mumu seemed a bit silly, her chubby appearance was quite adorable. I never expected there could be such cute children among spirits; it's just a pity about her experiences.
Thinking of this reminded me of Tao Wu. Tao Wu is also a pitiful child. This time she went to Tianshan with Jun Chong, but when she returned, she wasn't seen. According to Shizui, she was seriously injured and was recuperating.
"So where do you and Granny Mi live?"
"In Picturesque Resort in Rong City." Upon hearing this, the little ghost boldly stepped out from the corner and slowly approached me, tilting her cute head and asking, "Sister, have you agreed to help us? Granny Mi said that as long as you agree, she'll fulfill your wishes. Anything related to divination, Granny Mi can do it."
"Really?"
Mumu nodded confidently, "Really. Mumu never lies."
I squinted and smiled. If Granny Mi's divination was truly that powerful, I could have her tell me who currently possessed the Soul Bell and where the remaining three White Pearls were located.
"Then—"
"No way." Jun Chong suddenly floated in through the door. He was a Spirit, able to pass through walls wherever he went. Sometimes, even when I was taking a shower, he would barge in.
Although we had been intimate, I still couldn't be that open in front of him. Yet he said, "If I really wanted to eat you, would I have waited until now?"
After several encounters, I had gotten used to it, pretending not to see and continuing with my own business.
"Why not?"
"I said no means no. You can go by yourself."
Jun Chong glared, causing Mumu to tremble and cling closer to me. Tears brimmed in her eyes, nearly spilling over, but Jun Chong's warning of "Try crying and see what happens" held them back.
"Hey, do you really need to bully a child?" I wrapped my arms around Mumu. Though she was just a little ghost, her chubby form was comforting to hold.
Jun Chong shot me a sidelong glance as he lounged on the couch. "Didn’t you start by bullying her?"
"..."
"Damn it, he really noticed from the very beginning!"
"I don't care, I'm going to help him." I tilted my head back. "You have to go too."
"I'm not going."
"You have to go."
Jun Chong raised an eyebrow, his displeasure evident. "Gu Anxin, are you itching for trouble?"
I pouted in protest. "Jun Chong, I'm just itching for trouble. Go ahead and hit me."
"Do you think I would dare to hit you?" He gritted his teeth.
"You wouldn't dare." I bravely leaned my face closer, thinking that if he really did hit me, I would just commit suicide in a minute, forcing him to live with a corpse for the rest of his life.
"You—"
Jun Chong looked at my face, so close to his, and no matter how much he wanted to strike me, he couldn't bring himself to do it. In the end, he abruptly turned away. He was probably genuinely angry with me; as he turned, his wide sleeves swung back and hit my face with a bit too much force.
Of course, I knew he didn't do it on purpose, but to a child, it seemed otherwise.
At that moment, Mumu grabbed my clothes with one hand and pointed at Jun Chong's back with the other. In her tender voice, she innocently said, "Granny Mi said that whether it's a person or a ghost, any man who hits women is a bad person and a scumbag!"
“Pfft, hahahaha…”
I was momentarily stunned by the sound, then I couldn't help but collapse onto the bed in laughter. Seeing Jun Chong's stiff back, I knew he was quite taken aback by my words. However, he couldn't afford to lose face by getting rough with a kid, so he angrily walked away, while I laughed until I nearly passed out.
The next day, when I told Shizui about it, the usually refined and gentle man almost lost his composure as well. Meanwhile, Jun Chong's face darkened even further.
Once the laughter subsided, I went online to learn more about Rong City Resort's "Picturesque." The reviews were mostly positive, but there were some negative comments as well. Some mentioned that there had been fatalities there, reports of people going missing, and even claims of ghosts.
However, due to the stunning surroundings, family-friendly activities, and popular events like real-life CS games that attracted many young people, along with all-inclusive meals upon check-in, its popularity soared. Some ghost-hunting teams even ventured there for exploration.
“Wow, Anxin! You really are in sync with me. Just yesterday someone recommended this place for travel, and I was planning to tell you about it today. I didn't expect you found it too!”
Lin You burst in and saw me reading about "Picturesque." She hugged and kissed me excitedly, leaving my face covered in her saliva. “What a true best friend! Hahaha!”
“Alright, now I've got saliva all over my face.”
I pushed her away in disgust, and Shizui handed me a tissue. “Here, wipe your face!”
“Thanks.” I wiped my face and was about to speak to Lin You when I noticed her sitting down on the left sofa. At that moment, Mumu was staring down at her fingers, likely still feeling the sting from Jun Chong's earlier glare.
“Xiao You, you can't sit there!”
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