She Makes Me Believe in Science - Chapter 29

Ji Wuxin was furious. She wanted to go home, back to find the Lady of Charms.

She never wanted to follow Song Qian around ever again; she was always looking at everyone else.

“Little girl, if you don’t sleep this late at night, you’ll run into ghosts.”

A woman’s voice suddenly drifted from behind, as light as a feather. Ji Wuxin was already irritated. Running into ghosts? She was a high-ranking ghost herself; what did she have to fear!?

So, with a cold face and a voice laced with ice, she replied, “If you don’t go home this late, aren’t you afraid of running into a ghost yourself?”

The air went silent for a few seconds. Ji Wuxin thought the person had been scared off and was about to continue walking when the person behind her suddenly burst into laughter.

“How interesting.”

They actually didn’t leave. Was she not fierce enough?

Ji Wuxin rubbed her face and turned around.

A woman roughly the same height as her was standing there, hunched over, her messy hair draped across her face. Her clothes were dripping wet, puddling on the ground. Clearly, by comparison, Ji Wuxin’s pale, bloodless face looked much more approachable.

Losing a ghost-off, how humiliating.

Ji Wuxin grew even angrier, her eyes narrowing with hostility. “A ghost like you is coming over just to remind me of that?”

Did she have nothing better to do, or was there so much water in her brain that it wouldn’t stop sloshing around?

The woman didn’t answer her. “Why aren’t you by Sensen’s side?”

Ji Wuxin was already mad at Song Qian, and now this random female ghost was asking about her too. She clenched her fists as if she were crushing Song Qian’s bones.

Song Qian certainly knew a lot of people; now even a stranger-ghost she met while walking knew her, but just didn’t care about Ji Wuxin, right?

Ji Wuxin’s thoughts were stuck in a dead end. She only remembered how Song Qian looked at others, how she smiled at them, yet only glared and bared her teeth at her with a face full of displeasure.

Look at her go. Does she, Ji Wuxin, really have to hang herself from this one tree? What a joke. Her reputation as the Little Terror of the ghost circle wasn’t just for show. What made Song Qian think she could treat her this way!!

The female ghost across from her peered through the gaps in her hair. She never expected that the ice-cold person from a moment ago would suddenly pout, looking like she was about to cry but trying her best to hold it in.

She hadn’t said anything wrong, had she? Why was she crying?

“Are you… alright?”

Ji Wuxin was so angry her hands were shaking. She shot a fierce glare at the ghost and shouted in a fit of rage, “What Sensen? I don’t know who Sensen is! If you want to find her, go find her yourself! What right do you have to call her Sensen? Who even are you!?”

Female ghost: “…” This ghost has lost her mind.

Seemingly realizing her words were incoherent, Ji Wuxin took a step back, maintaining her fierce facade. “Go find your Sensen! Stop following me. If you mention Sensen to me again, I’ll beat you to death!”

With that, Ji Wuxin marched straight toward the village exit. So what if there were no cars? She could walk all the way back!

Fuming, the Jade Spirit forgot one thing: the Ghost Realm had its own “spirit buses,” but she had never traveled far from home and didn’t know where the station was.

The female ghost indeed stopped following her. Seeing her like this, she turned and headed back into the village.

In front of Wang Dachuan’s house

Lin Qing stared wide-eyed at the yellow talismans beside Wang Dachuan, terrified of missing even the slightest movement.

This Soul-Guiding Array was meant to help Wang Dachuan’s lost soul find its way back to his body. If that female ghost really had taken his soul hostage, they could use this array to track her location.

Seeing that the moon had already crossed more than half the sky, Lin Qing forced himself to stay alert and keep watching Wang Dachuan’s body.

He waited and waited.

Wang Dachuan returned. The grown man came running toward his house, crying and shouting. Seeing Lin Qing guarding his body, he knelt down without a second word.

“Master!”

Lin Qing: “…”

He felt a bit annoyed. He had wanted to follow Wang Dachuan to find the female ghost, but instead of the ghost appearing, the man had just run back on his own.

Turning his head, he saw that Liu Changsheng had stopped turning her prayer beads. Her weary eyes were fixed directly on him.

Lin Qing suddenly felt the same awkwardness he felt when facing his Master’s lectures. He lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

He had called people here to help, only to let two girls stand guard all night for nothing. It was indeed a bit much.

“A waste of time.”

Liu Changsheng only said those four words. She then bent down, picked up the soundly sleeping Qi Buyu, and walked away with steady steps.

The sound of the car starting felt like a heartless slap to Lin Qing’s face, a painful one at that.

Suppreasing his frustration, Lin Qing ushered Wang Dachuan’s soul back into his body, gave the couple a few more talismans, and then headed back to Grandma Song’s house in low spirits.

On the walk back, the moonlight was still hazy, and the shadows of the leaves were scattered clearly on the ground. Lin Qing let out a long sigh and pulled out his phone. The screen lit up to show over a dozen messages from Jiang Yi.

In the heat of summer, leaves were easily scorched. Jiang Yi hadn’t wanted to accompany Lin Qing on such a long trip, but he still reminded Lin Qing at the same time every day to water him.

Lin Qing’s house was surrounded by either ritual arrays or talismans, which made Jiang Yi feel a bit uncomfortable staying there. However, since his original form was in that courtyard, he could only ask Lin Qing to water him, loosen the soil, and catch any bugs.

Lin Qing let out a chuckle and then burned a paper talisman. Far away at 203 Qingshui Road in Nanjiang City, a golden light invisible to ordinary people zipped through the crack in the door. In the courtyard, a small tree, not even as tall as a grown man, had its leaves drooping limply.

The moment the golden light entered, a localized rain began to fall over the small tree. Fortunately, the tree wasn’t tall, and outsiders couldn’t see the strange sight inside the courtyard; after all, where else did it rain only in an area the size of a washbasin? To put it bluntly, even a quick pee would cover more ground than this rain.

Sure enough, Lin Qing’s phone started pinging incessantly with messages.

“Lin Qing, you jerk!!! How stingy can you be! If you want me to die of thirst, just say so. I’ll just find a new place to take root. You don’t have to be so miserable about giving me this pathetic amount of rain.”

Lin Qing’s grip on his phone tightened slightly. His eyes reflected the words on the screen, but his attention was only on those two specific words.

What is he babbling about?

Quickening his pace, Lin Qing put his phone away and burned another talisman.

The small tree got another round of rain, this time lasting for half an hour.

Jiang Yi, looking at his waterlogged, puffy face in the mirror, was fuming. Motherfucker.

When Lin Qing returned to Grandma Song’s house, dawn was just breaking. Grandma Song had left the door unlocked for him, and the porch light weakly illuminated the path.

He saw someone crouching at the door, their hands wrapped around their knees, deep in thought.

“Why aren’t you going inside?”

Ji Wuxin looked up. When she saw Lin Qing, a flicker of disappointment flashed in her eyes, though it was hard to catch.

“You, take me back.” She certainly wouldn’t admit that she didn’t know the way and had circled back halfway.

“Back?” Lin Qing was a bit confused.

He suddenly remembered what Qi Buyu had mentioned earlier, that Song Qian had gone to coax her ghost sister. Lin Qing glanced at the clearly angry Ji Wuxin. Did the coaxing… fail?

Lin Qing pulled out his phone and messaged Song Qian: Did you guys have a fight? Ji Wuxin is crouching at the door and wants me to take her back.

He waited for a while, but there was no reply.

While Lin Qing was wondering, a person suddenly appeared beside him, startling him so much he nearly dropped his phone.

Wasn’t she just crouching over there!

Ji Wuxin craned her neck and saw only Lin Qing’s solitary message sitting in the chat box. With a wind rising from nowhere, she stared at the small phone in Lin Qing’s hand with a dark expression.

Lin Qing’s clothes fluttered in the wind. He stood there stiffly holding the phone, not knowing whether to put it away or keep it out.

Ding-dong.

The wind stopped.

The Great Auntie replied! Please, let her have replied!

Lin Qing desperately hoped it was a message from Song Qian. He stole a glance at Ji Wuxin; she didn’t seem to be looking at the phone, staring forward with a cold face.

Soft footsteps came from inside the house. The door opened, and Song Qian poked her head out, looking at the two standing there with groggy eyes.

“What are you guys doing standing at the door?”

Song Qian was still in her pajamas. Her collar was only buttoned up to the second button, leaving her delicate collarbones exposed. Further down, one could catch a glimpse of her slight curves. Ji Wuxin’s gaze was instantly drawn to that patch of fair skin.

Forgetting for a moment that she was still angry, she slapped a hand over Song Qian’s face and shoved her back inside. “Get in the house.”

Seeing Song Qian appear, Lin Qing also let out a sigh of relief and followed them inside.

Ji Wuxin led Song Qian back to her room and meticulously buttoned up her collar.

With this commotion, Song Qian was mostly awake. The moment she saw Ji Wuxin, her grandmother’s words flashed through her mind: “She is your wife.”

Facing Ji Wuxin alone now felt a bit awkward. Even someone who could watch adult films with a straight face found her ears burning at this moment.

“Where did you go?”

Ji Wuxin’s hand was still on her collar, her pinky knuckle resting against the jade.

She didn’t answer Song Qian. Instead, her finger began to stroke the exposed skin at Song Qian’s neckline, bit by bit.

“Do you want to see me?”

Song Qian, who was slightly shorter than Ji Wuxin, looked up at her. “Huh?”

Doesn’t she see this face every day?

Ji Wuxin blinked and brought her face closer. That pale ghost face began to crack, piece by piece, revealing the delicate, tender skin hidden beneath. As the deathly white skin fell away, it turned to ash in mid-air.

Before Song Qian’s shocked eyes, a stunning beauty watched her with curled lips.

A total… ghost transformation?

She looked like a literal enchantress, showing off her beauty to Song Qian without restraint. Her eyes were long and alluring, and a tiny red mole beneath the corner of her eye made her look even more soulful.

Song Qian stared blankly, watching those full, rosy lips part and move as if saying something. She couldn’t hear a thing; she felt as if she were being intoxicated by such beauty.

Is this… Ji Wuxin? Song Qian didn’t find the face unfamiliar; perhaps in her heart, she felt Ji Wuxin was always meant to be this beautiful.

Seeing her zoning out again, Ji Wuxin leaned in and took a sharp bite of the dazed girl’s slightly parted lips.

A sharp pain hit her lower lip, and Song Qian snapped back to reality. Seeing the enlarged face before her, her blood rushed to her head, and a thin layer of sweat broke out.

She… she was kissing her…

The sweet, metallic scent of blood filled the air between them. Ji Wuxin, who had been angry, felt her limbs go weak the moment she tasted the blood on Song Qian’s lips. Her hands rested on Song Qian’s shoulders, and she slumped powerlessly against her.

Song Qian’s head was spinning. With Ji Wuxin leaning in like that, the two of them fell heavily onto the bed.

“Did you drink?” Ji Wuxin shook her head, feeling as if she were intoxicated herself.

Song Qian was equally weak, feeling like she was lying on a soft, fluffy cloud. “No.”

“Then why do I taste alcohol? You must have drunk something.” Ji Wuxin struggled to crawl up a bit to face Song Qian.

She stared intently at the blood-reddened lips and slowly lowered her head, her breath hot and intimate. “I’ll taste it again.”

“Mmm”