Chapter 66: Giving Up—the Final Chance
Nan Xun lay on the bed wrapped in her quilt, playing dead. Only when the fragrant aroma of food reached her nose did she turn her head slightly. Seeing that it was the ghost lord bringing the dishes over, she immediately turned her head back again, sulking.
Fu Yu felt a little helpless. He dished out the food and brought it over to her, coaxing gently, “Mo-mo, it’s time to eat. I made all your favorite dishes.”
As he spoke, he reached out and lifted the silkworm-like bundle on the bed straight into his arms, then held the bowl himself and scooped up a big spoonful to feed her.
Nan Xun hadn’t wanted to eat at first, but her stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly.
Damn it—she’d been “making pancakes” all night yesterday, and again early this morning. She’d slept straight through till noon—of course she was hungry.
Nan Xun obediently ate the spoonful of food, then opened her mouth again, waiting to be fed.
Fu Yu let out a low chuckle and fed her spoon by spoon until the bowl was empty, then went to get another one.
After eating one and a half bowls, Nan Xun really couldn’t eat anymore. She shook her head and patted her bulging stomach. “I’m full.”
Fu Yu patted her head, leaned in to give her an affectionate kiss on her oily mouth, then took the bowls away to clean up.
Nan Xun lay blissfully on the bed, playing dead, and chatted with Little Eight at the same time. “Fu Yu really is a home-loving good ghost. His cooking suits my taste perfectly.”
The Void Beast immediately popped her happy bubble. “Have you forgotten that the ghost lord once killed two people, and drove another one insane?”
Nan Xun: “…Baby, why bring that up out of nowhere?”
The Void Beast snorted. “No matter what world you’re in, don’t get involved in feelings you shouldn’t.”
Nan Xun was startled by its words. “Little Eight, you—you—you—what do you mean? You think I like the ghost lord? Damn, that’s way too hardcore. Even if all the men in the world died, I still wouldn’t like him. He’s a ferocious ghost! And did you forget? He almost killed me!”
The Void Beast snorted again. “Good that you know.”
The food at home was almost gone. Nan Xun couldn’t expect a ghost to go grocery shopping for her, so after placating the ghost lord, she took her money and went out herself.
When she reached the door, she saw Fu Yu staring straight at her, unblinking.
Nan Xun sighed helplessly, stepped forward, looped her arms around his neck, and took the initiative to give him a fiery kiss. Fu Yu immediately hugged her tightly and kissed her back.
“Be good. I’m just going to the supermarket and will be right back. If you have nothing to do, water the flowers and pull some weeds at home,” Nan Xun said, stroking his handsome face.
Fu Yu smiled faintly. “Alright. I’ll wait for you at home.”
Nan Xun shyly said to Little Eight, “Aww, why does this suddenly feel like the virtuous wife waiting at home for her husband to return?”
Void Beast: “…Husband. Go buy your stuff already.”
Nan Xun wandered around the supermarket, filling her cart with all kinds of food. Even the cashier glanced at her several times.
“Little Eight, the ferocious ghost boss really didn’t follow me, right?” Nan Xun still didn’t quite believe it.
Void Beast: “Really. He didn’t follow you this time.”
Nan Xun briefly considered taking advantage of the ghost lord’s absence to go have a bit of fun elsewhere, but after thinking it over, she decided against it. She shouldn’t make him wait too long—if he got embarrassed and angry, that would be bad.
Just as Nan Xun was carrying her bags and trying to hail a taxi, someone suddenly rushed up from behind, covered her mouth, and dragged her backward.
Nan Xun’s expression darkened. She lifted her leg and kicked backward hard.
The person behind barely dodged and whispered urgently, “Bai Mo, it’s me!”
Nan Xun froze.
Su Han?
Su Han still had bandages wrapped around her head. She pulled Nan Xun into a corner and looked at her seriously. “I followed you from the moment you left the town. I observed for a long time and confirmed that you’re alone.”
Nan Xun understood what she meant and nodded. “He didn’t follow.”
Su Han’s expression was complicated. “Mo-mo, was it you who saved Master Wuchen and me?”
Nan Xun nodded again, looking indifferent. “This was originally a matter between him and me. It shouldn’t have dragged others in.”
“Bai Mo!” Seeing her like this, Su Han shouted angrily, furious at her for not standing up for herself. “Are you possessed? That’s a ferocious ghost! Do you even understand that just a few days ago, he almost took your life!”
Nan Xun thought to herself: Of course I know. But I haven’t eliminated the ghost lord’s malice value yet—I can’t leave him.
Su Han took out a packet of black powder and a talisman from her pocket and stuffed them into Nan Xun’s hands, saying urgently, “Mo-mo, listen to me. This is the last chance. Master Wuchen passed away last night. This talisman was drawn with his heart’s blood before he left, and this packet is powdered heartwood from a thousand-year-old peach tree—especially effective against ferocious ghosts.
Find an opportunity to feed the peach-heart powder to that ghost, then stick the talisman onto his chest. He will definitely be annihilated, body and soul. I’ve calculated it—yang energy will be at its strongest the day after tomorrow. That’s the best time to act…”
Nan Xun dumbly accepted the two items, watching Su Han’s mouth open and close, then suddenly asked Little Eight, “Didn’t Su Han nearly die last time? Why is she still so persistent?”
The Void Beast replied, “She’s a child of fortune. Favored by the heavens, blessed with luck—it’s generally very hard for people like that to die.”
“Mo-mo, did you understand everything I said?”
Nan Xun hurriedly nodded. “Yes, yes, I got it.”
Su Han reiterated her instructions several more times before finally leaving.
After she left, Nan Xun sniffed the black powder in her hand and wrinkled her nose in distaste. “It smells awful. Did Master Wuchen add black dog blood to this?”
The Void Beast was a little surprised. “You even know about black dog blood? Not bad.”
Nan Xun snorted. “Don’t underestimate me. I even know about Candle in the Tomb. The human body has three fires of yang energy—one on the top of the head and two on the shoulders. When walking at night, never look back. If a ghost takes the chance to blow out your yang fire, your soul will be lured away.”
Hearing this, the Void Beast actually became thoughtful.
Nan Xun examined the black powder and talisman in her hands for a while. Since these were Master Wuchen’s final efforts, it would be a pity to just throw them away. So she asked Little Eight if there were any nearby places with heavy yin energy.
Little Eight led her to a small alley with relatively strong yin energy. Nan Xun sprinkled the peach-heart powder along the way, then stuck the talisman onto a spot that was unavoidable when passing through the alley.
After finishing everything, Nan Xun dusted off her hands and continued on her way, carrying her bags of groceries.
Before she even reached the Fu residence, she saw someone standing at the gate from afar.
Fu Yu came out from behind the door and took the bags from her hands, but he stood there, unmoving, for a long time.
His eyes were fixed on Nan Xun without blinking, something dark seeming to gather wildly in their depths.
Nan Xun asked, “Fu Yu, what’s wrong?”
Fu Yu didn’t answer. He acted instead—hoisting her up onto his shoulder in one motion, turning around, and heading upstairs.
