Chapter 100: Yin Shaoli—My Male Idol
The starving ghost continued, “I used to be much fatter than I am now. But I exercised every day, and in less than a month I lost twenty-five jin. When I was only ten jin away, no matter how intensely I worked out, there was no way I could lose another ten—so I started thinking about dieting.
Finally, I succeeded!
That day, I hadn’t eaten for a full five days, but I still went to find my male idol. I was so excited—I told him I’d succeeded at losing weight. In one month—exercise plus dieting—I lost a full thirty jin.”
As the starving ghost recalled the past, excitement surged into her eyes.
Su Keke couldn’t help asking, “So… did your male idol accept you?”
The starving ghost shot her a resentful look. “No. In the end, my idol still rejected me.”
Su Keke immediately showed a look of sympathy.
“But my idol really, really is such a good person. He didn’t expect I’d actually go lose weight—he was very surprised. That day was the first time he ever looked at me seriously.”
As she said this, the starving ghost actually looked shy.
Su Keke: …
It’s been three years and she still can’t forget—was that male idol’s charm really that huge?
The starving ghost covered her chubby little face shyly. “My idol actually said ‘I’m sorry’ to me!
He said the reason he told me to lose thirty jin was just to make me back off when things got hard—he never expected I’d take it seriously. I could tell my idol truly felt guilty about the weight-loss thing, so even after knowing all my hard work had been for nothing, I wasn’t angry at all.
Hehe—my idol even encouraged me to study hard. He said we’re still young, and studying is much more important than all that love stuff. You don’t even know—when my idol said those words, he was practically glowing! So, so handsome!”
Su Keke: …
Su Keke suddenly thought of the phrase Daxing had mentioned—a brainless stan. This starving ghost fit it perfectly. She was a hardcore fangirl of that “male idol.”
The starving ghost sighed. “After I realized my idol didn’t care about romance at all, I decided not to keep dieting anymore. That night I started eating and drinking like crazy, so my bingeing wasn’t because of heartbreak—it was simply because I was too hungry.”
Su Keke relayed the starving ghost’s story to Qin Xing and Luo Man. The two of them stared at a patch of air, their eyes looking like they were watching an idiot.
This is damn well suicide for love—even if you don’t call it “dying for love,” it’s still “dying because of love”!
Su Keke burned the scent-collecting talisman, and the starving ghost immediately smelled the fragrance of food.
She inhaled greedily, and little by little a satisfied look appeared on her face. “So fragrant… I haven’t tasted such delicious food in so long!”
“Thanks, little mystic. I don’t have any regrets now.” The starving ghost patted her belly.
Su Keke smiled slightly. “No need to thank me. It was nothing.”
“Then… then why don’t you just open the Ghost Gate and send me to the ghost realm while you’re at it?” the starving ghost suggested, pushing her luck.
The smile on Su Keke’s face instantly vanished. “I can’t agree to that, because I don’t open the Ghost Gate casually. You can wait until the Ghost Gate opens wide on the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, then enter the ghost realm.”
The starving ghost exclaimed, “I was just saying it—yet you really can open the Ghost Gate? I’ve been drifting around for three years, dealing with plenty of wandering spirits. I’ve broadened my horizons and learned a lot, so I know that anyone who can open the Ghost Gate is top-tier, master-level!
Little mystic, you didn’t lie to me, did you? You can really open the Ghost Gate…”
The starving ghost kept babbling on and on, but Su Keke had already stopped paying attention to her.
“Keke, that starving ghost… is still here?” Qin Xing asked in a low voice.
“Still here. Forty-nine days after a person dies—the seventh seventh— the Ghost Gate opens once. If you miss it, you can’t enter the ghost realm, so she has to wait until this year’s seventh lunar month fifteenth, when the Ghost Gate opens wide, to go back.”
“The ghost realm… is that what we call the underworld?” Qin Xing asked.
Su Keke nodded. “You can understand it that way. Master told me it’s actually another space—a place that specifically governs ghosts. But I read Master Yin’s modern feng shui book, and it explains the ghost realm differently. Master Yin says the ghost realm is actually an interdimensional space that specializes in receiving all kinds of low-level electromagnetic waves.
If you try to understand it from a scientific angle, maybe you won’t feel it’s so scary.”
Luo Man asked again, “Why does the Ghost Gate only open after forty-nine days? Keke, do you mean that after someone dies, their soul stays in the human world for forty-nine days?”
“A person has three souls and seven spirits. The souls attach to spiritual qi and govern one’s mind and thoughts. The spirits attach to the body and govern the heart, stomach, kidneys, intestines, gallbladder, liver, and lungs. So when a person dies, the heavenly soul and earthly soul disperse into heaven and earth, while the fate soul—also called the human soul—lingers around the grave and the place of unnatural death, until the seven spirits attached to the body disperse completely. Only then can it enter the Ghost Gate.
After death, every seven days is a ‘taboo day.’ Each taboo day, one spirit disperses. Thus after forty-nine days, the seven spirits disperse.”
Hearing her say this, Qin Xing was actually quite interested. “Keke, is all this from that book you mentioned? I want to read it too.”
Some of it was what Master taught her, but that book did mention it as well—and explained it in a way people could more easily accept. Su Keke felt Luo Man would like it, so she recommended it to her.
“Manman, there are lots of similar titles. You have to look at the author’s name. The author is Yin Shaoli—he should be a very formidable master.”
The moment the name “Yin Shaoli” came out, the starving ghost suddenly got excited. “Little mystic—who did you say? Yin Shaoli!”
Su Keke looked at her and asked hesitantly, “You know him?”
The starving ghost slapped her thigh. “That’s my male idol!”
Su Keke was surprised. “Your male idol is named Yin Shaoli?”
She had always thought that Master Yin—the one who wrote that book—would be at least forty or fifty, if not seventy or eighty. But he was that young?
Three years ago, he was a student at the same school as this starving ghost. That would make him, at most, only in his early twenties now.
“The Yin Shaoli I’m talking about is a feng shui master. Are you sure the one I mean is your idol?”
The starving ghost said, “Not sure, but the name is exactly the same.”
Su Keke: …
The starving ghost clearly hadn’t heard this name from anyone in a long time, and she was buzzing with excitement. “My idol is handsome, and he’s smart. Do you know why he’s so handsome, yet he wasn’t the school heartthrob?
Because he’s low-key! Super low-key!
To avoid unnecessary trouble, my idol deliberately dressed himself up to look ugly. But actually, he’s way more handsome than the school heartthrob from our year!”
“Sigh… after I died, I watched with my own eyes as my idol got into Imperial Capital University and left. I was happy and yet melancholy. I wonder how my idol is doing at Imperial Capital University now…”
Su Keke said, “You really are a starving ghost who eats radish and worries about other people’s business.”
The starving ghost suddenly thought of something and let out a couple of fake sobs. “Little mystic, I suddenly realized I still have one obsession I haven’t let go of—that is, seeing my idol one more time. Can you take me to see him? I know you definitely have a way!”
Su Keke shot her a glance, then waved her hand and smacked the starving ghost away.
