Chapter 59: Playing Dead — Molested by a Ghost
The calm Nan Xun poured herself a cup of soy milk, ate a jianbing, then calmly went to the supermarket. She calmly picked out a pile of food and went to the checkout.
When she realized that a few packs of junk snacks she’d chosen earlier were gone, Nan Xun merely paused for a moment—then remained calm.
Carrying a bag full of food, Nan Xun walked along the main road. Under the blazing sun, she felt no heat at all. A cool breeze followed her constantly, clinging to her like a shadow.
Nan Xun’s mood was complicated.
In her dreams, she had seen many things—things from high school. A little boy watching her with an intensely burning gaze.
She had never known that a person could harbor such a deep obsession toward someone they secretly loved—so intense it was almost pathological.
Being loved should feel happy, but being loved by someone like Fu Yu felt frightening.
Nan Xun turned on the TV and switched to her favorite channel. She’d thought watching a program she liked would wake her up, but unexpectedly, sleepiness still crept in.
Nan Xun knew that becoming this drowsy was not normal.
She dreamed again—this time, it wasn’t about high school.
In the dream, she wore a white dress and stood alone on a street with no one else around.
She walked for a long, long time before finally seeing someone, and she ran toward him.
It was a man in a white shirt, tall and slender, though his face was hard to make out. He handed Nan Xun a bouquet of snow-white chrysanthemums.
Nan Xun froze, instinctively reached out to take them, and said thank you.
Suddenly, the man’s face became clear, and Nan Xun staggered back in shock.
It was Fu Yu!
The corners of Fu Yu’s lips curved slightly. He looked at her with gentle, indulgent eyes and said softly, “Momo, this is the second time you’ve accepted my flowers. Accepting them means you agree to be my girlfriend. Momo, I want you…”
As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed Nan Xun. At the same time, he tugged at her clothes, tearing them into pieces.
Nan Xun was horrified. What the hell—she had no idea that accepting flowers meant agreeing to be someone’s girlfriend! And this was out in the open—on a street! Even if there wasn’t a single person around, it was still a street! And he was stripping her just like that!
Panicking, Nan Xun bit down hard on his lip and shoved him away.
Her eyes flew open—Nan Xun jolted awake, reaching up to find her hand slick with cold sweat.
She thought the fierce ghost big boss had gone too far—actually molesting her in her dreams.
Thinking of how that pervert had laid hands on her right out in the street made Nan Xun angry.
She stuffed the talisman Su Han had given her under her pillow. That wasn’t enough—she also shoved Su Han’s demon-exorcising sword under the pillow.
Su Han had said that if she sensed any abnormal yin wind, she should grip the demon-exorcising sword and stab straight out—guaranteed to scatter the thing’s soul, or at the very least drastically weaken its ghostly power.
Of course, Nan Xun hadn’t planned on dealing with the fierce ghost big boss—she still wanted his malice points. But this time, the big boss had gone too far. He wouldn’t even let her sleep properly.
Yet, the Nan Xun who thought she’d finally get a good night’s sleep still dreamed again.
This time, she wore a snow-white wedding gown and lay on a king-size bed.
Nan Xun hurried out the door and discovered she was inside a luxurious European-style castle—completely empty.
Dragging her long train behind her, she ran alone through deserted corridors. Her high heels clacked loudly, the sound inexplicably stirring panic in her chest.
When she finally ran out of the castle, she noticed a long red thread tied around her ring finger.
The red thread pulled her forward. She followed it slowly, and after winding past several artificial rock formations, it finally reached its end. A diamond ring slid down from the other end of the thread and slipped onto her ring finger, fitting snugly.
Then, a man stepped out from behind the rocks.
He wore a snow-white shirt and looked at Nan Xun with smiling eyes, his voice gentle. “Momo, will you marry me?”
Nan Xun looked at Fu Yu and blurted out, “But you’re already dead—how can I marry you?”
The moment she finished speaking, the smile in Fu Yu’s eyes vanished. His gaze turned dark and gloomy. His handsome face twisted, and a large bloody hole appeared in his forehead, blood streaming down relentlessly.
Nan Xun’s face changed drastically. She turned and ran.
“Momo, Momo…” he kept calling after her.
“Ah—!”
With a scream, Nan Xun snapped awake.
Damn it—if this kept happening, she’d definitely end up with a nervous breakdown thanks to that fierce ghost big boss!
Luckily—luckily, it had all just been dreams.
Nan Xun gasped for air, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
But at that moment, she suddenly realized she couldn’t move at all!
Her pajamas had somehow fallen to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
The next instant, Nan Xun’s eyes widened in terror—she sensed that there was someone else under the blanket.
A damp, cool sensation landed on her leg.
Holy shit—this time it was real! This wasn’t a dream!
Nan Xun tried to speak, but it was as if her throat was blocked—she couldn’t make a sound.
In the darkness, a large hand covered her eyes.
Her vision went black, and immediately her lips felt cold. The icy yet scorching kiss left her struggling to breathe.
In the silent night, the wet sounds of kissing and soft, shallow breaths intertwined, amplified many times over in the cold-filled room…
When morning came, Nan Xun lay on the bed, playing dead.
After a long while, she finally got dressed in a daze and went to wash up.
The so-called demon-exorcising sword and talisman under her pillow were gone—shattered into powder.
Completely useless! Not only useless, but they’d angered him. Everything that had happened last night was his punishment. Even she was frightened by the bruises all over her body.
Did he think she planned to use those useless things against him, and that’s why he got angry?
“Little Eight, I can’t believe I was molested by a ghost,” Nan Xun sneered inwardly.
Should she at least be grateful that the fierce ghost big boss hadn’t gone all the way?
The Void Beast let out a huge sigh of relief. “Darling, you’re finally willing to talk to me again—mwah~”
“Little Eight… heh.”
The Void Beast was full of guilt. “Don’t be like that. I really didn’t mean to hide it from you. If I’d told you he’d been following you every day, wouldn’t you have been scared to death?”
“Ahem—good news though! After these days together, the fierce ghost big boss’s malice value has already dropped to 45~”
Nan Xun immediately corrected it. “That wasn’t ‘together’—that was freaking voyeurism!”
The Void Beast muttered, “Voyeurism or whatever, as long as the malice value drops, it’s a good thing.”
“Little Eight, I really want to punch you into a meat pancake. Seriously.”
Void Beast: …
