Chapter 60: This Is Bad — A Ghost-Gathering Formation
After venting her emotions, Nan Xun began discussing serious matters. “There are still 45 points of malice left. Not a lot, but not a little either. I don’t know what wishes Fu Yu had while he was alive. If I fulfill them for him, will the malice value be eliminated?”
The Void Beast said, “The reason people turn into fierce ghosts after death is either because their resentment is too deep, or their obsession is too strong. If the resentment is heavy, then help them take revenge to quell it. If the obsession is heavy, then naturally, you help them complete the unfulfilled wishes they had while alive. I don’t know which kind the fierce ghost big boss is, but since he’s right here, why don’t you just ask him yourself?”
Nan Xun thought about it and felt it was feasible. Although she and the fierce ghost big boss both already understood what was going on, that final layer of pretense hadn’t been torn away yet. Now, it was time to lay everything on the table. Besides, if this continued, someone was really going to die.
After tidying herself up, Nan Xun went to the living room.
She sat on the sofa, glanced around, and said with a complicated expression, “Fu Yu, I know you’re here. I want to talk to you.”
A gust of yin wind swept through the room.
Nan Xun felt the temperature around her drop sharply.
That ghost was inside the room.
“Fu Yu, I—I only just found out that you like me. Thank you for liking me, really.
“My life has been miserable. My dad was an alcoholic, and later he ran off with all the family’s money. After that, my mother died too, leaving me all alone… I’ve hardly ever experienced what it’s like to be cherished by someone, but you gave me that. If—if you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me. Even if I have to climb刀山 or go down油锅, I’ll help you fulfill them.”
As soon as Nan Xun finished speaking, gusts of yin wind swept through the room, so strong that small items on the table were blown into the air and then clattered back onto the floor.
Nan Xun hurriedly asked Little Eight, “What’s going on? Did I say something wrong and anger him?”
The Void Beast said, “Don’t try to guess the mind of a pervert—guess all you want and you still won’t understand.”
Nan Xun swallowed. She saw with her own eyes two rows of footprints appear in the layer of incense ash on the floor, rapidly extending toward her until they stopped right in front of her.
Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel his gaze—cold and burning at the same time, so contradictory as it fixed straight onto her, leaving her nowhere to hide.
Nan Xun’s heart pounded violently. She clearly felt her earlobe being enveloped by something damp and cold, and then his gentle voice sounded beside her ear.
“Momo, I don’t want anything. I only want you. Tonight at eight, I’ll be waiting for you at home… Momo, you must come.”
After he said that, the yin wind vanished.
Panicked, Nan Xun asked Little Eight, “Is the fierce ghost big boss asking me out?”
The Void Beast said, “Yes.”
“Then do you think I should go?”
“Of course. Why not?”
“But I’m scared.”
“Don’t be scared, I’m here.”
The Void Beast continued persuading her. “Have you forgotten our goal? Aren’t we trying to eliminate the fierce ghost big boss’s malice value? He already said it himself—what he wants is only you.”
A wave of bleakness rose in Nan Xun’s heart. “Why does it always require me to sacrifice my integrity to eliminate malice points?”
The Void Beast comforted her. “Sacrifice one you, and you can redeem a villain big boss filled with malice, thereby saving tens of thousands of people. Wow—what a great and praiseworthy feat!”
Nan Xun wasn’t swept away by its praise. She analyzed rationally, “I think redeeming a villain big boss doesn’t necessarily require becoming his lover. Family would work too. Little Eight, next time just let me be the big boss’s mom or grandma—daughter or sister would be fine as well.”
The Void Beast thought for a moment and said, “If this mission is completed, I’ll definitely satisfy your request in the next world.”
For the sake of happiness in the next world, Nan Xun steeled herself and went alone to the Fu family’s old residence.
As dusk fell, darkness swallowed the isolated old house.
Standing in front of the mansion, Nan Xun still felt uneasy. “Little Eight, sing me a song. If you don’t sing, I’m not going in.”
The Void Beast rolled its eyes silently and resigned itself to singing, “Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves, let our flesh and blood—”
Nan Xun: …
When Su Han went to Lingyin Temple to look for Master Wuchen, he was in seclusion. She waited two days before he finally emerged. After hearing her purpose, Master Wuchen shook his head and said only one sentence: “This ghost’s murderous aura and obsession are too heavy. He can only be avoided, not provoked.”
Unable to persuade him, Su Han could only return for now. But when she discovered that Bai Mo was missing, her expression changed drastically.
She knew Bai Mo must have gone to the Fu family’s old residence—but going there at this time was nothing short of walking into a trap!
Did she even realize that Fu Yu was no longer human, but a fierce ghost?
A fierce ghost so crazed he had already become deranged!
The more Su Han thought about it, the more worried she became. She rushed back to Lingyin Temple that very night.
“Master Wuchen, a human life is at stake. Please help me!”
Master Wuchen was silent for a long time, then finally sighed. “Very well. All things have causes and effects. This old monk owes your grandfather a favor—it’s time to repay it.”
…
That night, the old residence lay hidden in darkness, without a single trace of light.
Master Wuchen looked at the house before him, his expression grave. “The baleful aura here is overwhelming. This ghost is even more formidable than I imagined.”
“Th-then can you deal with him, Master?” Su Han asked anxiously. Since she had come to save someone, she couldn’t allow anything to happen to Master Wuchen either.
Master Wuchen fingered the prayer beads in his hand and said calmly, “We can try.”
The Fu residence looked the same as last time—silent inside, not a sound to be heard.
“Su Han, hold your talisman tight and stay close to me,” Master Wuchen instructed.
The two of them slowly stepped onto the staircase leading to the second floor.
In the dead silence, only the sound of their footsteps echoed, inexplicably making one’s scalp tingle.
Every two steps, Master Wuchen pasted a talisman on either side of the staircase. After placing five talismans, his steps suddenly halted.
At that moment, yin winds surged all around them.
Su Han vaguely heard crying and laughter, wave after wave, interwoven together, fiercely assaulting her eardrums.
Master Wuchen’s expression changed. He suddenly barked, “Not good—there’s a ghost-gathering formation here!”
The moment his words fell, Su Han, who was following behind him, let out a scream.
From the darkness, a hand suddenly stretched out, grabbing Su Han’s leg and dragging her downward.
Master Wuchen fiercely flung a talisman in his hand toward Su Han’s rear. A piercing scream rang out, and the ghost dragging Su Han instantly turned to ash.
Su Han shook her dizzy head and struggled back to her feet.
Master Wuchen said in a low voice, “There is a ghost-gathering formation here. All the evil ghosts and wronged spirits within several miles have been drawn here, but for now I can’t find the formation’s core. Hold onto your talisman—if another attacking ghost appears, slap the talisman onto it.”
Su Han nodded and climbed back up the stairs, gripping the railing.
That fierce ghost was trying to stop them from going upstairs. She was now absolutely certain—
Bai Mo was upstairs.
And she was in danger.
