After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Shura Field

◎I want you to call me “Wife”◎

Facing the gazes of the two Wen Fengyues, Jiao Qingyin felt an immense pressure. It wasn’t a painful kind of pressure, but precisely because of that, it was even harder for her to make a choice.

The ghost Wen Fengyue had tear stains on her face and a dazed expression, but the emotion in her eyes was so intense it seemed ready to overflow.

“Jiao Jiao…” Her voice trembled slightly. “…You left me inside.”

“I’m sorry,” Jiao Qingyin felt incredibly guilty thinking about how the other had stayed in the music building alone for so long. “I should have remembered everything sooner and brought you out…”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but take a step forward, wanting to wipe away the other’s tears. Before she could fully close the distance, the ghost Wen Fengyue moved on her own, proactively leaning in front of Jiao Qingyin.

Jiao Qingyin froze for a moment: the girl was much braver than before. Was it because her memories had merged with the other Wen Fengyue?

While thinking this, she raised her hand to touch the other’s cheek. However, her hand passed directly through the ghost Wen Fengyue’s face.

Only then did Jiao Qingyin remember that she was currently controlling Wen Fengyue’s human body; she couldn’t touch spiritual entities like ghosts. Little Wen Fengyue was special—though she was a spirit, she could touch people and objects in reality—but the ghost Wen Fengyue clearly could not.

Finding that Jiao Qingyin couldn’t touch her, the ghost Wen Fengyue looked bewildered. She didn’t understand why the other “her” could sit in Jiao Qingyin’s palm while she couldn’t even be touched.

Jiao Qingyin noticed her shift in mood and quickly comforted her: “It’s okay. Once I leave this possession state, you’ll be able to touch me.”

Looking into her eyes, the ghost Wen Fengyue was clearly disappointed, yet she still nodded obediently. “Mm… it’s okay.”

Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but let her eyes crinkle with a smile. The girl… always managed to make her heart soften.

Little Wen Fengyue, who had been silent, couldn’t hold back anymore. She used a tiny bit of strength to pinch Jiao Qingyin’s hand, drawing attention to herself, and then said: “Jiao Jiao, can I sit on your shoulder?”

Jiao Qingyin agreed without a second thought. She carefully lifted Little Wen Fengyue up, and once the tiny girl was seated securely while holding onto her neck, Jiao Qingyin looked at her out of the corner of her eye and said instinctively: “You look like a little doll right now.”

A cute-style doll, with big eyes that seemed to twinkle like starlight.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Little Wen Fengyue tilted her head and flashed a smile: “Am I cute?”

She clearly knew she was cute; her “moe” expressions and movements were practiced and smooth, and the stray hair on her head even wobbled a bit. To be honest, if the ghost Wen Fengyue weren’t glaring from the side, Jiao Qingyin might not have been able to resist nuzzling her cheek against the tiny girl.

But she ultimately restrained her true thoughts and simply replied: “Cute.”

As soon as that answer left her mouth, a dangerous aura suddenly radiated from the ghost Wen Fengyue. Seeing that she was about to do something irrational, Jiao Qingyin quickly intervened. “I want you both to promise me one thing.”

“What?” both of them spoke at the same time.

The eerie synchronicity caused them to lock eyes, both seeing an unsuppressible disgust in the other’s gaze. Jiao Qingyin felt helpless and rushed to finish: “I hope you two won’t hurt each other, okay?”

“…”

Seeing the two who were just being proactive go silent, Jiao Qingyin sharpened her tone and emphasized: “I know you don’t want to merge for now, and I won’t force you. But you cannot attack each other.”

The ghost Wen Fengyue had a more straightforward personality; she stayed silent, making her reluctance completely obvious. Little Wen Fengyue wasn’t willing either, but… she shifted her gaze to the resolute Jiao Qingyin, and the words at the tip of her tongue changed direction. “Okay, I won’t do such a thing.”

After saying that, she tilted her head up and said: “Sister Jiao Jiao, I will listen to everything you say.”

Her childish, competitive behavior made Jiao Qingyin not know whether to laugh or cry. Although this version of her was cute, it clearly had a bad influence on the one-track-minded ghost.

Sure enough, the ghost Wen Fengyue was crying blood tears, her face wearing an expression that would absolutely scare a bystander to death, staring viciously at the other self perched on Jiao Qingyin’s shoulder. Little Wen Fengyue didn’t care at all; she flashed a wicked smile, her eyes full of provocation.

She had realized that this other self’s brain didn’t seem very bright. If she just used a few tricks, then…

“Oof!”

Her head was suddenly pressed down firmly but not heavily. Little Wen Fengyue immediately looked up.

“Full of bad ideas,” Jiao Qingyin poked her with a finger again. “No acting out.”

Little Wen Fengyue’s eyes widened in disbelief, her face practically screaming the grievance of “You actually hit me because of her?”

“You just promised me,” Jiao Qingyin scratched Little Wen Fengyue’s chin with her index finger, like giving a sweet after a slap. “You can’t do things that harm yourself.”

Having her intentions seen through, Little Wen Fengyue had to hide her schemes back away and whispered a defense: “…I didn’t.”

“You didn’t?” Jiao Qingyin countered.

“…” Little Wen Fengyue muttered something and curled up, staying still to hide her guilt.

“Sister Jiao Jiao…” the ghost Wen Fengyue whispered the title to herself. She hadn’t read anything about this in the other self’s memories; was this a title the other had come up with on the spot?

The ghost Wen Fengyue was thinking, but at that moment, Little Wen Fengyue chuckled. “Sister only promised to let me call her that. She never promised you.”

“…” The ghost Wen Fengyue slowly looked up.

The word “exclusive” deeply triggered her nerves. Before her brain could react, her body moved first, reaching out to grab the version of herself that repeatedly stepped on her landmines.

Jiao Qingyin’s pupils constricted, and she moved quickly to stop the action. Two seconds later, Jiao Qingyin had one hand blocking the ghost Wen Fengyue and the other arm circling Little Wen Fengyue’s body, forcibly separating the two who were at each other’s throats.

Once Jiao Qingyin stood as a barrier in the middle, both Wen Fengyues became unusually obedient. Their eyes carried identical looks of grievance, as if it were entirely the other’s fault that they almost started a fight.

“The two of you really are…” Jiao Qingyin loosened her grip, feeling both angry and amused. “Since your memories are shared now, do you still care about these things?”

“No,” Little Wen Fengyue, currently sitting in Jiao Qingyin’s palm pretending to be a doll, suddenly spoke. “I spent two more days with you than she did. Only I have called you ‘Sister’.”

The ghost Wen Fengyue snapped her head around—a full 360-degree turn—creating a terrifying visual effect.

Jiao Qingyin calmly reached out, signaling for the ghost to turn her head back to a normal angle, and then stroked her hair—though her hand passed right through the semi-transparent strands. “Don’t do that next time. You won’t scare her.”

Even though there was no physical touch, it still counted as a head pat. The ghost Wen Fengyue’s emotions immediately settled. She looked much calmer, though her eyes still glowed with a red light. She looked at Jiao Qingyin and whispered: “…She’s lying to me, right?”

There was a hint of hope in her expression, leaving Jiao Qingyin speechless. The exchange of memories between the two Wen Fengyues had happened three days ago; they did not share memories from after that point. So… Little Wen Fengyue truly did possess two more days of memories regarding her.

Little Wen Fengyue rested her chin on the webbing of Jiao Qingyin’s hand and said to the ghost Wen Fengyue with a look of pure innocence that delivered a blow to the heart: “It seems that in Jiao Jiao’s heart, I am a bit more important than you.”

“—!”

A wild wind surged. The ghost Wen Fengyue’s eyes instantly turned crimson, and a terrifying air pressure rushed toward the other side.

Jiao Qingyin’s face instantly darkened. “I’m going to be angry.”

With just that one short sentence, the ghost Wen Fengyue’s movements came to an abrupt halt. She looked at Jiao Qingyin in a panic, only to realize that Jiao Qingyin was actually being stern with the other self.

Jiao Qingyin opened her hand and looked coldly at Little Wen Fengyue. “You’ve recovered enough now. I’m giving the body back to you.”

Little Wen Fengyue’s eyes widened: “Jiao Jiao…!”

She wanted to refuse, but in the next second, her world spun. She returned to her own body, and Jiao Qingyin, who had been in the possession state, floated to her side.

This was the first time Little Wen Fengyue saw Jiao Qingyin in reality. Her heart began to thud almost immediately—luckily, after returning to her body this time, she didn’t lose the ability to see ghosts like before.

The person looked exactly as she did in their memories—black hair, black eyes, beautiful to the point of not looking like someone from this world. But right now, Jiao Qingyin’s face was cold, and she was clearly in a bad mood as she avoided her gaze.

The human Wen Fengyue panicked instantly. “Jiao Jiao, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t ignore me.”

“I won’t ignore you,” Jiao Qingyin said. Although she was angry, she had no intention of starting a cold war.

Wen Fengyue watched Jiao Qingyin expectantly, waiting for the rest of the sentence. Jiao Qingyin took a deep breath. Staying here wouldn’t solve anything. After a moment’s thought, she said: “Let’s go home first.”

Hearing her say this, both Wen Fengyues had similar reactions. “Home?”

“Home” was a foreign concept to both of them. The Wen residence and the old apartment were just fixed addresses, far from being called a “home.”

“Yes,” Jiao Qingyin controlled the distance, floating exactly between the two Wen Fengyues, equally far from both. “Some things are more convenient to talk about at home.”

Although people rarely passed through the small woods, if a student happened to come by… ordinary people couldn’t see ghosts, but they could see the physically manifested Wen Fengyue talking to thin air. For the sake of Wen Fengyue’s reputation, they should change locations.

Wen Fengyue, who had been thinking that she would satisfy any request Jiao Qingyin made to make her feel better, now looked somewhat uneasy. “Is it… the apartment where I live?”

She hadn’t had a chance to deal with the mirrors in her bedroom. If Jiao Jiao saw them…

The ghost Wen Fengyue shared this memory, and her expression changed accordingly. Although she wasn’t the one who filled the bedroom with mirrors, if Jiao Jiao was scared by that scene, it would affect her impression in the other’s heart… She wasn’t as scheming as the other Wen Fengyue; whatever was on her mind was mostly written on her face, allowing Jiao Qingyin to notice the abnormality immediately.

At this point, Wen Fengyue spoke up hesitantly: “How about we go to a hotel instead? We said yesterday we’d go check out the pool…”

Ghost Wen Fengyue: “…” They even stayed at a hotel, and had private promises… the pool…

Jealousy drowned her from head to toe, and the bitterness in her chest made her tighten her fists. Suddenly, her hand was gently pulled.

“After we get home, I’ll tell you everything that happened these past two days,” Jiao Qingyin pried open her fist and stroked the half-moon-shaped marks left by her nails in her palm. “I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

The little ghost, who had been barely holding back her grievance, couldn’t stop her sobs at Jiao Qingyin’s gentle voice. “Re… really?”

“Really,” Jiao Qingyin promised.

Upon receiving a positive reply, the ghost Wen Fengyue broke into a smile. Because she wasn’t familiar with the expression, her smile was a bit stiff, but the happiness in her eyes was brilliant.

Having coaxed one, Jiao Qingyin turned her head to see the human Wen Fengyue with red eyes. Contacting her gaze, Wen Fengyue turned her head away without a word, seemingly not wanting Jiao Qingyin to see her vulnerable side.

Jiao Qingyin sighed. Hearing her sigh, Wen Fengyue’s body stiffened slightly, but she remained stubbornly silent. Those were supposed to be her and Jiao Jiao’s private memories, and now they were being shared with the other self… The more Wen Fengyue thought about it, the worse her mood became.

Plus, Jiao Qingyin had been angry with her just now and had shifted from possession to a spiritual form, meaning that even if she wanted to touch Jiao Jiao now, she would only pass through her body… Her possessiveness flared up alongside her fear of being hated, so she chose to look away from Jiao Qingyin and the ghost Wen Fengyue, trying to escape reality this way.

Just as she was trying to adjust her facial expression to look unaffected, her left hand suddenly moved on its own.

“…!” A spark appeared in Wen Fengyue’s eyes. Her body was stiff, and only her left arm was moving independently of her brain’s control until—her left hand opened into a palm, pressed onto her own head, and rubbed it twice.

A comforting head pat. There was no doubt who it came from.

Feeling the strength return to her left hand, Wen Fengyue quickly looked back. She saw Jiao Qingyin talking to the ghost, but her gaze seemed to flicker over to her side as if by accident. Wen Fengyue’s heart raced pathetically. She looked at Jiao Qingyin, her mind filled with the thought of “confining her to a place where only I can see her,” but her actions remained very docile. Aside from walking a bit closer, she didn’t do anything she shouldn’t.

Easy to coax; it’s the same for either Wen Fengyue, Jiao Qingyin thought. Or rather, they just needed her to perform the gesture of coaxing, and they would find their own way out of the conflict. They showed very low needs, but the more they were like that, the more Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but give Wen Fengyue more care.

“Let’s go,” Jiao Qingyin said, her expression many times softer than she had imagined. “Let’s go home.”

Once they got home, besides discussing the merging of the souls, Jiao Qingyin wanted to prepare a celebration for Wen Fengyue. They had defeated the big villain together; they deserved a sweet cake and a sumptuous dinner. As for how to let the ghost Wen Fengyue eat human food, Jiao Qingyin had a feasible plan in mind.

One human and two ghosts arrived at the entrance of the old apartment complex where Wen Fengyue lived. Upon approaching, the ghost Wen Fengyue looked up at the sky as if sensing something.

Jiao Qingyin asked: “What’s wrong? Is there something there?”

“Yes,” the ghost Wen Fengyue nodded. “A person lives here.”

Jiao Qingyin didn’t understand at first. “What person?”

The ghost Wen Fengyue looked conflicted. She wasn’t good at organizing her words, especially regarding things unrelated to Jiao Qingyin; her thinking capacity seemed even more insufficient. “Just… she lives here.” She pointed at the human Wen Fengyue.

Wen Fengyue watched coldly, her expression flat, while she cursed mercilessly in her mind. She found the other too eyesore, especially since this ghost was wearing that school uniform that gave her deep psychological trauma, making Wen Fengyue wish she could kill this version of herself from the past.

Jiao Qingyin, however, understood Wen Fengyue better than Wen Fengyue understood herself. A look of surprise appeared on her face. “Does only Wen Fengyue live in the entire complex?”

Ghost Wen Fengyue: Nod, nod.

“…” Jiao Qingyin looked at the human Wen Fengyue with a complicated expression.

Wen Fengyue: “…”

Hearing their conversation, she seriously recalled her past experiences in the complex, and then she realized… the “people” she had seen were actually all faceless. She had been too convinced by science previously; even if she saw ghosts in this apartment complex with heavy yin energy, she never took them to heart, treating them as unimportant passersby and walking right past them.

It was only after being reminded now that Wen Fengyue discovered the various inconsistencies in her life. At night, only her place had lights on in the entire complex; even at noon in summer, the complex was cool enough that she didn’t need air conditioning; despite no residents, the sound of a bouncing ball would come from upstairs in the middle of the night…

Wen Fengyue’s eyes grew vacant. If she had noticed earlier, if she had realized there were ghosts in this world, would she have been able to see Jiao Qingyin’s appearance sooner? She was reflecting deeply, but the expression on her face led Jiao Qingyin to another association.

Thus, Jiao Qingyin spoke: “If you don’t like it here, we can move later.”

Wen Fengyue, who had been distracted the whole way thinking about how to convince Jiao Qingyin to change locations: “!”

She suddenly perked up and spoke: “It seems a bit dangerous. How about we live outside starting today?”

Jiao Qingyin narrowed her eyes. Once or twice was fine, but Wen Fengyue being so avoidant of her home secrets inevitably made her want to investigate. Mostly, they were no longer strangers who had only met for a day or two, but close companions whose lives and souls were intertwined, which caused Jiao Qingyin’s desire for control to quietly surface.

So, as if she couldn’t understand Wen Fengyue’s efforts at hinting, she flashed a smile: “No need to rush. I’ll protect you.”

Wen Fengyue was both happy and guilty. Jiao Qingyin smiled and turned to the ghost Wen Fengyue, adding fuel to the fire. “If any ghosts want to cause her trouble, we’ll both help, right?”

The habitually dazed ghost Wen Fengyue: “…” She slowly turned her eyes, locking onto her human self. After a moment, she unfurled a bone-chilling smile. “Right.”

She would help those ghosts.

Wen Fengyue felt a chill and stopped making eye contact with that unsettling fellow. Seeing she couldn’t escape Jiao Qingyin discovering her secret, she gave up her futile attempts and led Jiao Qingyin and the ghost toward the unit building where she lived.

After returning home, Jiao Qingyin quickly noticed that Wen Fengyue’s gaze kept drifting toward the bedroom, her guilt incredibly conspicuous. Meanwhile, the ghost Wen Fengyue floated dazed beside her, looking like she had over-exhausted herself.

Jiao Qingyin decided to set the bedroom issue aside for a moment to see what was wrong with the ghost Wen Fengyue. She called out, “Wen Fengyue…”

Both Wen Fengyues replied in unison: “Jiao Jiao.”

Upon hearing each other’s voice, their expressions changed simultaneously, and the atmosphere in the air became tense again. Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but feel a wave of helplessness; she found it hard to understand why the two before her had such immense hostility toward each other.

“Sister Jiao Jiao,” the more extroverted human Wen Fengyue stepped forward and spoke first. “We’ve known each other for so long; you should call me something else.” She intentionally emphasized “Sister,” her intimate tone carrying a soft sweetness, full of a coquettish air.

This was something the Wen Fengyue who had been a vengeful ghost for years couldn’t learn. Thus, the latter turned her gaze toward Jiao Qingyin, only to find that the other’s expression truly softened because of this display. She was suddenly at a loss. As for acting cute… She took a step forward under the human Wen Fengyue’s wary gaze and stiffly clutched the corner of Jiao Qingyin’s clothes. “…I want to, too.”

Jiao Qingyin was once again in a dilemma. She thought for a long time but couldn’t think of a suitable name that could distinguish the two.

About five minutes later, Jiao Qingyin looked up to find that both Wen Fengyues had done nothing else, standing still and watching her, waiting for her to give a result.

“You two…” Jiao Qingyin shook her head helplessly. “How about you say it yourselves? What do you want me to call you?”

The ghost Wen Fengyue’s eyes lit up. A thought had been circling in her mind for many years, but she never had the chance to say it. At this moment, she displayed a rare, lightning-fast reaction and blurted out first: “‘A’er’!”

Jiao Qingyin blinked and repeated: “A’er?”

The moment she said the name, the human and ghost before her showed extremely similar expressions, clearly both liking the name very much.

“Yes…” the ghost Wen Fengyue’s bloodless face flushed slightly. “When I was a child… I often dreamed of someone calling me that.”

The voice in the dream was too beautiful, leaving Wen Fengyue unable to forget it. So, during her childhood when memories were still somewhat pleasant, every entry in her diary referred to herself as “A’er.” After her mother died and her situation at home changed abruptly, among the first things she did once she realized the shift was burning all her childhood diaries. The only person in the world who knew the name “A’er” was Wen Fengyue herself… and now Jiao Qingyin.

Moreover, after meeting Jiao Qingyin, they realized that the voice in the dream was exactly the same as Jiao Qingyin’s voice. Could it be a form of destiny?

Seeing the ghost Wen Fengyue had settled on a title first, Jiao Qingyin realized the human Wen Fengyue likely wanted her to call her that too, so she turned to look. But unexpectedly, there was no regret or anger on the other’s face. On the contrary, her eyes shone with a brilliance Jiao Qingyin didn’t understand.

That look made Jiao Qingyin instinctively want to take a few steps back, but she restrained herself and asked: “And you?”

The human Wen Fengyue spoke without hesitation: “‘Wife’.”

Jiao Qingyin: “…………”

As Jiao Qingyin’s brain short-circuited, the ghost Wen Fengyue’s eyes instantly turned red. She finally understood exactly what kind of feelings she had held for Jiao Qingyin all this time. At first, she thought it was friendship; later, she felt she treated Jiao Qingyin as important family. But as Jiao Qingyin rescued her from the cycle of death and held her hand to watch the sunset… she found her feelings seemed to have changed.

After sharing memories with the human Wen Fengyue, the ghost version had learned many things she hadn’t been exposed to before and gained a superficial understanding of social relationships. These new memories made her vaguely realize something, yet she couldn’t explain it clearly.

Until now, she finally figured it out—because when she saw Jiao Jiao talk, she wanted to kiss her lips; seeing her interact with the other self made her mad with jealousy… And—and—those dark thoughts constantly surging in her mind, like kidnapping the other to bed and holding her tightly—turned out it was because of love…!

Was it too late for her to change her title now—?