My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Entering the VIP Arc Next Chapter.

The night sky was bright, yet the stars and moon remained hazy.

Xie Yinwan floated above the car roof, her narrowed eyes looking down at Bo Yu, who was smiling up at her. Her gaze lingered meaningfully on Bo Yu’s beautifully moist, soft lips.

Bo Yu’s hands are so agile when sewing clothes; her tongue must be just as agile, Xie Yinwan thought.

“You’re welcome.”

Xie Yinwan’s expression remained indifferent. She drifted down, coming to a halt beside Bo Yu, and said flatly, “I thought you were thinking about your mother.”

Bo Yu’s heart skipped a beat. Xie Yinwan had actually taken the initiative to mention her mother. She blurted out, “Is my mother still in this city?”

Xie Yinwan looked at her and tilted her head slightly. “If your mother had turned into a malicious ghost with a savage and hideous face—like those ghosts just now—would you still want to see her?”

Bo Yu answered firmly, “Yes.”

“No matter what my mother has become, she is still my mother. I just want to see her one more time.”

“…”

A good daughter.

Xie Yinwan suddenly wondered: in the years immediately following her own death, had anyone wanted to see her?

How many years had passed? A hundred? A thousand? She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t even remember what kind of family she had once had; they were surely long dead.

Now, she had only this “friend” before her—the only one willing to be good to her, to accommodate her, and to coax her.

Of course, she was also aware that everything this “sister” did was merely to find her mother. If she were useless to her, the girl would have found a Taoist to exorcise her long ago. Perhaps, once she helped find the mother, the girl would immediately seek a priest to banish her. Most likely Jin Xuan’s master.

Bo Yu was looking at Xie Yinwan expectantly when she saw the ghost’s face suddenly turn cold.

“?”

I didn’t say anything offensive, Bo Yu thought.

“Turn around. Stop looking at this Immortal.”

“…”

Bo Yu pursed her lips and turned away. Hot and cold again. Xie Yinwan changed moods faster than one could flip a page; they had barely spoken two sentences before she turned fierce again.

After a long while, she heard Xie Yinwan’s lukewarm voice from behind: “The ghosts you saw tonight aren’t all from this city. They come from everywhere. They are what you humans call wandering souls and wild ghosts.”

“Souls that wish to reincarnate go to the Ten Halls of Yama after death. There, they face punishments corresponding to the sins of their previous lives. Once the punishment ends, they are reborn.”

“Some ghosts choose to linger in the human world of their own volition; others are forcibly kept here by their relatives and cannot move on.”

“Over time, the ghosts who stay in the living world become those deformed creatures you saw just now.”

“Then what about my mother? Where is she?” Bo Yu’s pulse quickened.

Xie Yinwan asked, “Where else do you want to go?”

“…”

Bo Yu understood. Xie Yinwan meant that the topic was closed. She wasn’t allowed to ask more, and even if she did, Xie Yinwan wouldn’t answer.

Bo Yu lowered her head, thinking of her mother. In her heart, her mother was the best person in the world—gentle, loving, kind, and someone who had given her life to save so many children. She felt such a good mother shouldn’t have to face any punishment, and she didn’t want to hear that her mother was suffering.

Had her mother already been reborn? Or was she lingering in this world? If she was still here, had she ever come to visit? Could it be that her mother came often but was always blocked by the talismans around the courtyard?

What were the Ten Halls of Yama? Was it King Yama’s territory, or were there ten people like him with ten separate halls? And which category did Xie Yinwan fall into? Was she staying here by choice? Why did she look so different from those hideous, malevolent spirits?

Bo Yu had so many questions. She wanted to ask, but she didn’t dare.

Forget it. Regarding her mother, she could only wait until Xie Yinwan was willing to speak. She was beginning to understand the ghost’s personality: when she wanted to talk, she would do so voluntarily; when she didn’t, any questioning would result in a temper tantrum and threats of death.

As for Xie Yinwan’s own past, it didn’t matter if she never knew. They were just a human and a ghost with a brief, fated encounter. It was fine not to know.

Regarding the Ten Halls of Yama, she could ask Jin Xuan. She owed Jin Xuan a meal anyway; she’d treat her to a grand feast and ask her then. Jin Xuan didn’t have a temper like Xie Yinwan and was very patient.

Letting out a soft sigh that didn’t quite relieve the tightness in her chest, Bo Yu said quietly, “I want to drive around a bit more.”

Xie Yinwan drifted back to the passenger seat to wait for her.

Bo Yu returned to the car with misty eyes. Just as she buckled her seatbelt, she heard Xie Yinwan’s cold voice: “Crybaby. Useless.”

Bo Yu: “…” Why does she always scold me?

Bo Yu lowered her head and sulked. She suddenly remembered she’d forgotten to bring Xiexie out to see the night view. she pulled the doll out of her bag, placed her on her lap, and pinched the doll’s belly.

“Your mother is not in this city,” Xie Yinwan said suddenly.

Bo Yu looked up at her in shock.

Xie Yinwan closed her eyes. Clearly, that was all she was going to say.

But it was enough! Even if it sounded like bad news, it meant Xie Yinwan had looked into it, or perhaps she had a “Heavenly Eye” that knew all things. Regardless, any news was good news!

Bo Yu’s mood brightened instantly. “Thank you, Immortal!”

So Xie Yinwan is a ghost with a sharp tongue but a soft heart!

Xie Yinwan’s eyelids didn’t even twitch.

Bo Yu still wanted to dig for info. She thought for a moment and asked in a small, indirect voice, “Immortal, who was that ghost with the very long tongue earlier? Was he a Black or White Guard? I’m curious.”

What she really wanted to know was if the long-tongued ghost was the one who told her about her mother.

Xie Yinwan’s voice was lazy: “I don’t know him.”

Bo Yu: “…” How could you not know him?

Actually, Xie Yinwan really didn’t know him. It wasn’t an excuse. She had heard that long-tongued ghost call himself a “Ghost King,” but every region had a Ghost King; she couldn’t be bothered to remember them all.

She couldn’t even keep the Hall Kings above the Ghost Kings straight, let alone distinguish between the Yamas or the Ghost Emperors. At most, she remembered the Great Emperor above the Ghost Emperors—her hazy memory suggested he was quite talkative, often lecturing her about how “the paths of humans and ghosts are separate” and “fading into nothingness.” She had never cared to listen.

She was also puzzled by why the ghosts feared her so much. She had only killed a few hundred thousand malicious spirits when she was bored; it wasn’t like she’d killed millions. Why were they so terrified? None of them were as brave as this “sister” was when they first met.

She couldn’t be bothered to look at their hideous, terrified faces. Those who did evil in life became ugly in death; every one of those monsters was a villain in their past life. One glance made her feel disgusted.

Xie Yinwan opened her eyes slightly. Her gaze was cold, but within it was a spark of interest—the fragrant “sister” before her was much more intriguing. Her eyes lingered on Bo Yu’s lips once more.

Realizing she was being stonewalled, Bo Yu dropped the subject and asked enthusiastically instead, “By the way, Immortal, did you prefer the large bottle of wine I burned, or the small one? I’ll burn more for you tomorrow.”

With a wave of her hand, an exquisite small bottle appeared in the air: the peach blossom wine.

The frugal Bo Yu immediately thought: Great!

The bottle was already open, and half the liquid was gone. Bo Yu was curious if ghosts could actually “drink”; she had assumed she just smelled it.

As she wondered, the bottle drifted into Xie Yinwan’s pale, slender hand.

“This Immortal drinks the ‘soul’ of the wine. Just as humans offer food to ghosts and immortals, we can taste it—but what we taste is the soul of the food,” Xie Yinwan explained.

Bo Yu nodded, fascinated. “So that’s how it works.”

Xie Yinwan curled her lips, propped her feet up on the dashboard, and tilted her head back to drink. As she held the bottle high, Bo Yu saw the pink liquid flow from the mouth of the bottle just like normal wine, disappearing into her cherry-red lips.

Bo Yu couldn’t smell even a hint of the wine, but she saw the rhythmic swallowing in Xie Yinwan’s throat. She drank exactly like a human.

So beautiful, Bo Yu thought, watching her in her peach-colored, wide-sleeved robes. Truly beautiful.

Xie Yinwan’s profile was perfect, and as she tilted her head back, it became even more vivid. The pink wine stained her lips, making them look as moist as morning dew.

Almost the moment she drank, color returned to her pale cheeks, much like a human who flushes quickly after alcohol. After several long swallows, Xie Yinwan felt a touch of intoxication. She lowered the bottle, and with a flick of her finger, it vanished.

This was the first bottle of wine she remembered drinking in her existence. She hadn’t tried the large one yet. Before this, she hadn’t realized she couldn’t hold her liquor.

Wine ghosts, drunk ghosts—it turned out ghosts truly could get drunk.

And right now, Xie Yinwan was feeling the alcohol. She lifted her eyes and looked at Bo Yu. Her gaze was deep with intoxication as it drifted, slowly, back to Bo Yu’s lips.

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