The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 27.1

Yu Ruoyin memorized the name, and wanted to ask more, but the face of the talking twin sister suddenly became distorted and twisted. Another woman’s face slowly emerged, the features somewhat blurry, but still clearly dissimilar to the sister.

After that face floated out, the sister’s voice changed. Yu Ruoyin and the others heard a clear female voice: “Gou Nanchun… Take her to find Gou Nanchun.”

The face appeared in a rush and disappeared just as quickly, but the message it brought was crucial.

She said, “Take her to find Gou Nanchun.”

This “her” should be this twin sister; Gou Nanchun is someone else entirely.

Yu Ruoyin was secretly pondering when Lu Qingzhen suddenly walked quickly towards the twin sister: “You…”

She walked faster and faster, even showing a hint of anxiety, until she grasped the sister’s wrist, and the Underworld Token sank into the sister’s palm. Only then did she exclaim in surprise: “You are not a ghost!”

Not a ghost? Then what is it?

Yu Ruoyin and Zhuang Ciyue were both curious and followed her, the three of them surrounding the twin sister. Yu Ruoyin carefully looked at the sister and indeed found a difference. After the twin sister’s counterpart and the phantom completely disappeared, her spiritual body became more solid, and the brocade skirt she wore gradually repaired back to its original state, allowing them to see her true appearance.

Her pupils were no longer the pale green of a ghost, nor the scarlet of a malevolent spirit, but instead were a light pink. It was an extremely beautiful color, like a spring flower bud in summer, shy and demure yet about to bloom into its most beautiful form.

With the arrival of the pink eyes, her appearance also changed.

She no longer exuded an aura of death; her features were the same, but she looked pure, lively, and ethereal, like a sprite.

She definitely didn’t look much like a ghost.

Yu Ruoyin was curious, and Zhuang Ciyue was equally so: “Underworld Official Lu, if she’s not a ghost, what is she? She clearly had ghost energy on her just now?”

“A Spirit,” Lu Qingzhen examined the sister strangely, pulling the cuff of her brocade skirt. Seeing that she still showed little reaction, she said: “Excluding the false spirits manufactured by the Underworld like Guardian Souls, true Spirits are quite rare compared to Ghouls and Ghosts. They are not frequently seen, nor are they as easy to identify as Ghouls and Ghosts. The Demon race might have counterparts, but there are no two identical Spirits in this world. The difference between them is enormous; it’s difficult to find similarities, whether in personality or the power they possess.”

“Although the Four Spirits like Xia Yu are born from the same source, their powers are distinctly different, and their personalities are vastly disparate. Spring’s core power is wind and new life, Summer’s core power is fire and good fortune, Autumn’s core power is rain and cleansing misfortune, and Winter’s core power is snow and beautiful dreams. Although they all possess both natural power and blessing power, the powers are completely different, and…”

Zhuang Ciyue suddenly grabbed Lu Qingzhen, secretly glancing at Xia Yu, who was drinking by the counter, and lowered her voice to ask: “Underworld Official Lu, you… are you saying she can bring people good luck?”

“It sounds ridiculous, right!” Lu Qingzhen gave Xia Yu a scornful side-eye, then turned to Zhuang Ciyue and said: “They are the Guardian Spirits of the four seasons, each possessing the power to bless life. Although I really hate to admit it, Xia Yu can indeed bestow good fortune upon life.”

“Does Lord Xia really bless life?”

“Definitely not,” Lu Qingzhen answered decisively, a pained expression on her face: “Such a waste of good power.”

Yu Ruoyin subconsciously glanced in Xia Yu’s direction. Xia Yu seemed a bit drunk and hadn’t heard their conversation; she was just gulping down her drink faster and faster.

She stopped Lu Qingzhen, who was about to continue sighing: “Sister Qingzhen, you haven’t answered Sister Yue’s question yet.”

Yu Ruoyin brought Lu Qingzhen back to the original topic. Lu Qingzhen pointed to the sister and continued: “A Spirit is inherently a spiritual body, similar to a soul, but the biggest difference is ghost energy. The reason she has ghost energy is likely because she was contaminated with the aura of a dead person, and also because that fragment of a residual soul consciousness was constantly attached to her spiritual body. She also shared her power with that residual soul consciousness, creating a false appearance.”

That meant there was no such thing as twin sisters; both the ‘sister’ and the ‘counterpart’ were divisions of this Spirit herself.

This is also why the ‘sister’ couldn’t speak, because power can be divided, but the dominant consciousness cannot.

The residual soul consciousness could only speak fragments, and required an opportunity to be triggered.

“Underworld Official Lu, why does she look so silly and dull?” Zhuang Ciyue pointed at the Spirit: “Looks like she’s missing her intellect?”

That was indeed the case.

When she was still the twin sister, she was more talkative.

After the spiritual body completely merged, she spoke very little. Her eyes constantly fixed on one spot and didn’t move. Her appearance was pure and lively, but her expression was dull. She was either lacking consciousness or her mind had been trapped.

The question was thrown back to Lu Qingzhen. Fortunately, Lu Qingzhen was just talkative, not senselessly so.

She did understand these matters.

Lu Qingzhen held the Spirit’s shoulder, pressing the Underworld Token against her forehead. As a light pink glow emerged, a wisp of pink mist suddenly floated out from the Spirit’s brow. The pink mist converged above her head, gradually forming two characters: “Nan He.” After the pink mist gathered, Lu Qingzhen withdrew the Underworld Token: “Most Spirits are born from blessings and divine favor, naturally possessing powerful strength and a born responsibility to protect. This duty turns into a contract that weighs upon them, especially for Spirits who are consecrated and born to guard an individual or a family. The contract is especially strict. Only when the master dies and the contract is dissolved can they truly be free. If the master dies and they don’t dissolve the contract in time, their spiritual wisdom will gradually dissipate until they completely lose consciousness and then vanish.”

Lu Qingzhen pointed to the pink mist and said: “Nan He is what’s written on her contract seal. This is her name.”

“Is dissolving the contract difficult?”

“Not difficult,” Lu Qingzhen shook her head. With a wave of her hand, the pink mist scattered: “The relationship between a Guardian Spirit and the master is one of the closest to equality in terms of contract. As long as the master dies, the Spirit can automatically dissolve the contract. I also can’t figure out why she ended up like this.”

Zhuang Ciyue: “What’s hard to understand about this? It’s just that after her master died, she didn’t dissolve the contract.”

Yu Ruoyin: “Sister Yue, are you saying she is self-destructing?”

“Yes!”

Self-destructing.

It was not impossible.

If it were truly self-destruction, her relationship with her master must have been very close.

Her master? Gou Nanchun?

Then… who was that residual soul consciousness? Could it be Gou Nanchun?

Lu Qingzhen looped her arm through Yu Ruoyin’s shoulder, looking at Nan He with her: “Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, her intellect is incomplete; there’s no way she can know what she wants. You should probably drop this business.”

“Is there no way for us to dissolve the contract?”

“A Spirit contract can only be dissolved by the Spirit herself or the Spirit’s master.”

Lu Qingzhen gently shook her shoulder: “Give up, give up.”

Yu Ruoyin looked at Lu Qingzhen and firmly shook her head: “No, I have to help her.”

“Student Xiao Yu, kindness is a virtue, but excessive kindness…”

Yu Ruoyin interrupted Lu Qingzhen: “Sister Qingzhen, Aunt Ning said I must help her.”

Jiang Huaining’s words were effective indeed. Lu Qingzhen immediately stopped talking, asking her suspiciously: “Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Why is that?” Lu Qingzhen was very confused. “If Boss Jiang forcefully dissolves the Spirit contract, it will only harm her and not benefit her, and besides…”

She glanced towards Xia Yu again, her eyes filled with apprehension.

Yu Ruoyin immediately understood. Lu Qingzhen was afraid that helping Nan He would drag Jiang Huaining down, similar to helping Sang Xi, and that’s why she didn’t want Yu Ruoyin to interfere.

Yu Ruoyin also didn’t want to interfere, but Jiang Huaining had instructed her to do so, and she must have her reasons.

Because of her trust in Jiang Huaining, she had to persist.

Zhuang Ciyue was just as puzzled as Lu Qingzhen: “Could it be that this Spirit has an unusual background?”

“Unlikely.” Yu Ruoyin shook her head: “They all found their way to me themselves.”

Lu Qingzhen gripped Yu Ruoyin’s wrist: “Xiao Yu, are you saying that they were all drawn to you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh!” Zhuang Ciyue’s eyes immediately lit up: “Then could they be related to you? I heard my grandaunt say that the hardest thing to escape in our line of work is fate. Although it’s said that when a person dies, the past grievances and scores are settled, once you dabble in Yin and Yang, the karmic debts of the previous life will come knocking in this one. Could you be her master, Xiao Yu?”

Yu Ruoyin gave Nan He a deep look. She didn’t feel any sense of familiarity with Nan He.

Based on Zhuang Ciyue’s statement, Yu Ruoyin felt that the possibility of her having a past connection with Sang Xi was greater.

Lu Qingzhen forcefully tapped Zhuang Ciyue on the head: “Your grandaunt is wrong. For any soul that can pass through the Cycle of Reincarnation, the Underworld has already penalized their past grievances and debts, so what more is there to repay?”

“Debts of love, of course.” Zhuang Ciyue said carelessly: “It’s possible the Underworld didn’t punish enough.”

Lu Qingzhen looked at her flippant manner and clicked her tongue twice: “It’s not without reason that Ruoyuan doesn’t think highly of you. The rules of the Underworld are more important to her than heaven itself.”

Mentioning Xing Ruoyuan, Zhuang Ciyue’s face darkened.

Lu Qingzhen patted her: “You take Xiao Yu to the Ghost Market, and I’ll return to the Underworld to investigate Gou Nanchun.”

“That might be hard to trace.”

“There are many people named Gou Nanchun, but not many who have a Guardian Spirit.”

“Fine.” Zhuang Ciyue readily agreed, but only after agreeing did she realize: “My bone brush is broken, so I can’t take Xiao Yu to the Ghost Market. The Ghost Market is so dangerous. If something happens to Xiao Yu… Let’s wait for you here. Going to the Ghost Market won’t help us investigate Gou Nanchun anyway.”

Lu Qingzhen rolled her eyes exasperatedly: “Who asked you to investigate Gou Nanchun at the Ghost Market? I asked you to take Student Xiao Yu to buy the supplies a Painted Sorceress needs.”

“Huh?”

Not just Zhuang Ciyue, but Yu Ruoyin was also very surprised.

Lu Qingzhen pointed to Yu Ruoyin’s Painted Sorceress Token and handed her a black jade plaque: “Aren’t you going to become a Painted Sorceress?”

Yu Ruoyin hadn’t even reached out to take the jade plaque when the long-silent Xia Yu suddenly spoke: “Hey! The Four Spirits Shop isn’t so poor that the proprietress needs outsiders to support her.”

Xia Yu shook her hand, and a red jade plaque was thrown over.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t even reach out to catch it; the jade plaque flew right into her hand.

Holding the wine bottle, Xia Yu pointed at the red jade plaque: “The talismans and cinnabar used by a Painted Sorceress are specially supplied. There’s only one vendor in the Ghost Market that sells them, but it’s basically a special supply for the Painted Sorceress lineage. If you use Lu Qingzhen’s token, the shopkeeper might not sell it to you. Use the shop’s token; that old thing recognizes this plaque.”

Yu Ruoyin was very surprised, but she still accepted the red jade plaque: “Sister Xia Yu, thank you.”

Xia Yu noticed the change in her address and curled her lips disdainfully: “It’s Jiang Huaining’s stuff, why thank me?”

“I should.”

Yu Ruoyin wasn’t that clueless. Now that Jiang Huaining was in a coma, Xia Yu could have easily kept this information from her. The fact that she was willing to tell her was enough to earn her gratitude.

Zhuang Ciyue still felt something was odd: “A Painted Sorceress needs to have spiritual essence in her bloodline. I heard that the Kang family could be Painted Sorceresses only because of their ancestor’s bloodline. Xiao Yu isn’t from their family. Can she really become one?”

She was asking Xia Yu, and Xia Yu, for once, acknowledged her: “Our boss said she can, so of course she can.”

Yu Ruoyin lowered her head to look at her wrist. All the spiritual energy in her body was bestowed by Jiang Huaining; she didn’t believe there was any spiritual essence in her own bloodline.

There were only shattered bones and decayed flesh there.

Yu Ruoyin shivered in fear at the thought of that bloody scene and quickly put her hand down.

Lu Qingzhen wasn’t bothered by this. She walked around to the counter, forcing what she thought was a bright and brilliant smile at Xia Yu: “Since you’re so kind, why don’t you see it through to the end and take Xiao Yu to the Ghost Market? It’ll take me a lot of time to get back from the Underworld, and it will be too late by then. You know that increasing her strength is an urgent matter!”

Yu Ruoyin’s ears twitched slightly, and she slowly lowered her gaze.

Although Lu Qingzhen hadn’t explicitly said it, she understood: Lu Qingzhen felt she was too much of a burden to Jiang Huaining.

This was a fact.

She had no reason to blame Lu Qingzhen, and Lu Qingzhen had already been very considerate of her self-esteem.

“Hey, you this…”

Zhuang Ciyue also heard the underlying implication. She instinctively wanted to argue with Lu Qingzhen, but Yu Ruoyin pulled her back: “Sister Yue, I truly need power.”

Xia Yu glanced in their direction: “Why don’t you let them take that Spirit with them? She’s only silly, not powerless. If they run into danger, let her fight.”

Lu Qingzhen was a Ghost after all, not a Spirit.

She couldn’t sense Nan He’s power when Nan He hadn’t fully displayed it.

Hearing Xia Yu say this, she pricked up her ears curiously: “Xia Yu, is she very strong?”

“She’s alright. She could disperse you.”

“…”

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