My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Learning to Kiss.

Bo Yu was calling out for Xie Yinwan in a panic, but the scene suddenly shifted. All the ghosts began to tremble violently and knelt before Xie Yinwan, bowing their heads low.

Each ghost shook like a sieve, as if they were paying homage to the sovereign of all spirits.

Simply watching the scene, Bo Yu could feel the absolute terror these ghosts had for Xie Yinwan. Her heart hammered against her ribs. It turned out Xie Yinwan was a truly, truly powerful ghost—one that every other spirit feared.

She suddenly realized that Xie Yinwan might actually be capable of killing her.

Among the crowd, a male ghost in a tattered suit with a long tongue and a distorted face lifted his head. Even as he looked up, his body continued to shudder, his eyes filled with dread. He retracted his long tongue into his mouth and spoke to Xie Yinwan.

Xie Yinwan stood tall and upright, her hands clasped behind her back, appearing cold and majestic.

Suddenly, one ghost seemed so agitated that he forgot the consequences. He stealthily raised his head, wanting to steal a closer look at the legendary…

At the exact moment his eyes lifted, Xie Yinwan’s sleeve twitched imperceptibly. The ghost’s head was severed in total silence. Before the head could even hit the ground, both it and the body dissipated into nothingness, their soul scattered forever.

Bo Yu saw nothing of the execution; her vision blurred for a split second. When she could see clearly again, the remaining ghosts seemed to be trembling even more violently than before.

Xie Yinwan’s aura was overwhelming. Just by floating there, she commanded such terror. Bo Yu felt a prickle of fear herself—a mixture of dread and awe.

A moment later, Xie Yinwan waved her sleeve dismissively. The ghosts scattered instantly, some flying low, some bolting on foot, and others vanishing on the spot.

Xie Yinwan flew back and sat in the passenger seat. She first gave the admiring Bo Yu a look that was half-mocking and half-amused.

Questions were piled like a mountain in Bo Yu’s mind. Her lips moved, but she didn’t dare ask. She could only manage to praise her with irrepressible excitement: “Immortal, you are so powerful!”

To this day, she still believed Xie Yinwan was a ghost, not a deity. Emerging only at night was hardly a divine trait. Furthermore, when they first met, Xie Yinwan’s clothes had been as tattered as those of the other ghosts.

But why did they all fear her? Was Xie Yinwan a Ghost King?

She must be, Bo Yu thought, a mix of thrill and terror washing over her.

Xie Yinwan asked, “Weren’t you the one saying you weren’t afraid earlier?”

Bo Yu looked ashamed and said cautiously, “It was my ignorance.”

When she had talked big before, she mostly believed she wouldn’t actually see any ghosts. Since she hadn’t seen a single one growing up—not even during the few times her aunt took her out at night—she had assumed her encounter with Xie Yinwan was a freak coincidence. She hadn’t expected the world outside the front gates to be so densely populated with spirits.

She had misjudged Master Guangming, and she had misjudged her grandmother.

With an entire new realm added to her worldview, she suddenly wanted to learn more about the underworld from Jin Xuan. Naturally, she wanted to ask Xie Yinwan directly, but she didn’t dare. If she phrased a question poorly and Xie Yinwan lost her temper, she’d have to spend all her energy coaxing her back to a good mood. It was too exhausting.

Jin Xuan, by comparison, had a much better temperament.

Unaware of Bo Yu’s thoughts, Xie Yinwan glanced at the Buddhist prayer beads on Bo Yu’s wrist. “That thing is useless against me, but it’s somewhat effective against ordinary ghosts. Keep wearing it.”

Bo Yu nodded. “I will. I’ll listen to the Immortal.”

“Mhm.”

The car set off again. Bo Yu continued to see numerous ghosts in all sorts of horrific forms, as if she were driving through a zombie city.

Curiously, however, none of these ghosts floated as high as Xie Yinwan. They hovered at most three feet—about a meter—off the ground. Moreover, none of them dared to approach her car. At red lights, she saw ghosts floating over other vehicles, baring their teeth to terrify the drivers and passengers, but none came near her.

Was it because they felt Xie Yinwan’s presence, or had the long-tongued man notified every ghost in the city? Whatever the reason, Bo Yu’s heart gradually settled. The “Immortal” sitting in the passenger seat, the one worshipped by all spirits, was her anchor.

“Where do you plan to go?” Xie Yinwan asked lazily.

Feeling more relaxed, Bo Yu asked, “Does the Immortal have a place she wants to go?” She wasn’t sure if Xie Yinwan was a local, if she had explored the city, or if she was familiar with it. She wanted to consult the ghost’s preferences first.

Xie Yinwan snapped, “This Immortal is asking you. You dare to answer with a question?”

Bo Yu: “…”

She was actually starting to get used to Xie Yinwan’s “spoiled lady” temperament—perfectly pleasant one second, and flying into a rage the next.

“I want to go around the cross-sea bridge. Immortal, is that alright?” Bo Yu asked coaxingly.

“Mhm. Go then.”

“…”

The ghosts at night were as crowded as the morning rush hour. With Xie Yinwan by her side, Bo Yu slowly grew accustomed to their horrific appearances.

Are the Bo family ancestors still in this city? Is my mother still here? Bo Yu’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the cross-sea bridge, Bo Yu didn’t drive onto the bridge itself but pulled over to a bay nearby. She stopped the car and stepped out to breathe in the damp, salty sea air.

She gazed at the dazzling lights of the bridge, admired the reflections dancing on the water, and observed the other cars and people along the bay.

A pair of women were embracing and kissing behind them. Bo Yu quickly turned away, her face flushing slightly as she redirected her gaze to the bridge ahead.

Because she turned away, she completely missed Xie Yinwan drifting over to the couple with great interest to observe, at close range, exactly how they were kissing.

Xie Yinwan had seen paintings before, but those were merely poses—static images of lips touching, lacking the dynamic movement of an actual kiss. Furthermore, in the underworld, ghosts didn’t kiss.

So the head goes like this, and the tongue goes like that.

The couple finished their kiss and walked away hand-in-hand, still embracing. Xie Yinwan hadn’t seen enough.

She looked back at Bo Yu and set up a barrier around her so other ghosts couldn’t approach. Then she drifted further away, searching for other kissing couples.

She found another pair, but they were two men. Xie Yinwan frowned and moved on.

A man and a woman were kissing in a small grove. Xie Yinwan frowned again; she didn’t care for that and drifted away. There was a heterosexual couple in “that sister’s” house—the second uncle and aunt. She occasionally heard noises from them that annoyed her. She had no interest in seeing more.

Xie Yinwan drifted quite far until she reached a very clean-looking car. She glanced casually through the window and finally saw another pair of women.

Drifting into the car, Xie Yinwan observed them from inches away. In the past, she had drifted through the world of the living, but she had loathed the “stench” of both realms and found both humans and ghosts tedious. She only listened to ghost gossip occasionally to avoid being ignorant, but she had never had the inclination to observe such intimacy up close.

The two women inside were quite attractive. Their tongues entwined and danced, retreating for a moment before inviting the other back in, kissing with a frantic intensity.

“Will the fans see us?” the two whispered between kisses.

Shen Mingni sat astride Gu Qing’s lap, breathing heavily. “No, even ghosts can’t see us.”

Xie Yinwan: “…”

Another person who doesn’t believe in the supernatural. Xie Yinwan lifted a finger, intending to teach this person a lesson.

“I haven’t seen you in two days. Kiss me a little longer, baby.” Shen Mingni cupped Gu Qing’s face and lowered her head to kiss her again.

Forget it.

Xie Yinwan lowered her finger and continued her observations. The two were kissing passionately and were quite easy on the eyes. Xie Yinwan blinked her curious, bright eyes, drifting back and forth to catch every detail.

The city lights were stunning, and the bridge was a masterpiece of color, but Bo Yu knew she wasn’t looking at the scenery. She was looking at freedom.

She was lucky today. She had met Xie Yinwan. Because Xie Yinwan brought her out, the ghosts didn’t swarm her. Even here at the bay, the local spirits kept their distance.

If Xie Yinwan really only took her out this once, she would never dare to sneak out alone again. Xie Yinwan had said her prayer beads only worked against ordinary ghosts, which meant they wouldn’t stop malicious ones. She was terrified of being surrounded and haunted by those vicious spirits.

Xie Yinwan, this beautiful and powerful ghost, was truly special. She hadn’t seen a single ghost as beautiful as her all night; even those with regular features were rare.

Perhaps… is it possible that Xie Yinwan is like a ‘Painted Skin’ ghost? Is her true form terrifying, and she simply chose a beautiful face?

“What are you thinking about?” Xie Yinwan, having finished her observation, drifted back to the roof of the car with satisfaction.

Bo Yu looked up at her. “I was thinking about how grateful I am to the Immortal tonight. Thank you.”

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