The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 27.2

Whether Xia Yu’s words were meant to deliberately provoke Lu Qingzhen or if Nan He truly possessed such ability, they successfully piqued the curiosity of both Yu Ruoyin and Zhuang Ciyue. The two of them instinctively looked at Nan He the entire way. Nan He still maintained her dull appearance. If Yu Ruoyin held her sleeve, she would follow; if not, she would stop walking. Occasionally, fragmented words would pop out of her mouth: “Kill, kill the Daoist priest… Sister… Spring…”

The completely disconnected words made it difficult for Yu Ruoyin to piece together a complete story, but it did make her recall the scene of their encounter with Nan He.

Yu Ruoyin remembered the chainsaw cutting off her head.

“Sister Yue, even if a Spirit’s head is cut off, will she not die?”

“Of course not!” Zhuang Ciyue’s gaze toward Nan He was complex, faintly hiding envy: “They are spiritual bodies just like ghosts, and they possess powerful strength. Let alone a severed head, even if all their bones are shattered, they won’t die. They can spiritualize their bodies. If they sense danger, they spiritualize their bodies in advance, so they don’t even feel pain. Spirits also have stronger restorative abilities than Ghouls, and they can not only restore themselves but also help others recover, even bringing inanimate objects back to life. The stronger the Spirit, the stronger the restorative ability. It’s different from Guardian Souls, who use their own souls to repair their master’s injuries; they only lose a little spiritual energy, which quickly grows back. Sorcerers in the Yin-Yang realm who have a Guardian Spirit start on a completely different footing.”

Yu Ruoyin nodded in sudden realization, remembering how Nan He’s brocade skirt automatically returned to its original state after her two bodies merged.

She wasn’t envious, just more curious: “Then… does that Painted Sorceress family also have a Guardian Spirit? Or a family protection spirit?”

“No.” Zhuang Ciyue shook her head honestly: “Their family’s destiny is sealed to solitude. Those with talent will doom all their relatives to death, which of course includes Spirits. If they really had a family protection spirit, that Spirit would be quite pitiful…”

Zhuang Ciyue saw Yu Ruoyin’s unpleasant expression and quickly stopped talking: “Xiao Yu, I wasn’t talking about you. You’re not from their clan, and besides…”

She didn’t know how to explain, so she could only watch Yu Ruoyin’s mood become increasingly low.

Yu Ruoyin forced a smile at Zhuang Ciyue: “I will also doom everyone to death. I don’t even have power as strong as that girl’s. Just being alive will doom all the important people in my life.”

“How could that be!” Zhuang Ciyue hugged Yu Ruoyin: “Look, I’m still alive and well.”

Because she killed herself first.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t respond to Zhuang Ciyue’s words. She managed a slight curve of her lips: “Sister Yue, thank you so much for being willing to be my friend. I will work hard to become stronger. Perhaps… perhaps I can help you all in the future.”

“Don’t think that way. My skill level is just so-so. Even my grandaunt says I’m not suited for the Yin side of things.” Zhuang Ciyue pretended not to care and scratched the side of her face: “That Lord Jiang is the owner of the Four Spirits Shop. Let alone one of you, even a dozen of you couldn’t doom her to death, and she doesn’t need your help, you…”

Yu Ruoyin let go of Nan He’s sleeve and gently hugged Zhuang Ciyue: “Sister Yue, only you and Aunt Ning don’t think I’m a burden.”

“You…” Zhuang Ciyue was stunned for a moment. She suddenly realized Yu Ruoyin was still thinking about Lu Qingzhen’s words: “If you’re angry, I should have scolded that Underworld Official just now! Why did you stop me? She thinks you’re weak, but I think Jiang Huaining is deceiving an innocent girl! Xiao Yu, when she gets back, I’m definitely going to scold her.”

It wasn’t just Lu Qingzhen; it was Xia Yu, and even Xing Ruoyuan.

She could sense that everyone around Jiang Huaining felt she was unworthy of her, and they were even less able to understand Jiang Huaining’s attitude of always indulging her. Only Jiang Huaining treated her like a treasure, and only Zhuang Ciyue felt that the one who was unworthy was Jiang Huaining.

It wasn’t anger, just a bit of sadness. After all, she also felt they were a mismatch.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t blame anyone; she could only blame herself for being too sensitive.

If she were more oblivious, she would only care about Jiang Huaining and wouldn’t overthink things and wallow in self-pity because of a few words.

“Sister Yue, I’m not angry. Sister Qingzhen is also worried about Aunt Ning.” She stopped Zhuang Ciyue, who was so angry she wished she could drag Lu Qingzhen over and beat her: “Sister Yue, are we still far from the Ghost Market?”

“Not far now.”

“That’s good.”

Yu Ruoyin took Nan He’s sleeve again and led her along the path Xia Yu had pointed out.

The Ghost Market, like the Four Spirits Shop, was on the border between the Yin and Yang realms. To get from the Four Spirits Shop to the Ghost Market, they just needed to keep walking straight in one direction. As long as they didn’t wander off, they would eventually reach the Ghost Market.

Zhuang Ciyue trailed behind, gradually calming her emotions.

She caught up to Yu Ruoyin, a little curious: “Why do you insist on calling her Aunt?”

Yu Ruoyin hadn’t really thought about this question: “At first, it was to create some distance between her and me. Later, it was to spite her; I knew she didn’t like being called old, so I called her that. Then I just got used to calling her that, and she doesn’t reject me calling her that anymore.”

Zhuang Ciyue was not quite satisfied with this answer.

Yu Ruoyin wasn’t trying to satisfy anyone; she just naturally spoke what was on her mind. Being with Zhuang Ciyue was much more relaxing than being with Xia Yu and the others; she could say whatever she thought: “Sister Yue, don’t you think it’s quite nice this way? I call all of you ‘Sister,’ but I only call her ‘Aunt.’”

“Huh?”

Zhuang Ciyue was about to express her doubt, but she suddenly remembered that Yu Ruoyin truly didn’t have any older relatives.

Yu Ruoyin also didn’t like socializing, or else she wouldn’t only have one friend.

The term “Aunt” really did only apply to one person.

Zhuang Ciyue suddenly understood: “Is it a kink? I get it, I get it!”

Zhuang Ciyue used to rely on movies to imagine the true appearance of ghosts and monsters, which had developed her imagination quite well. Yu Ruoyin gave her a starting point, and for a moment, her mind wandered.

Yu Ruoyin watched as her expression grew weirder, with an unnatural flush appearing. Just as she thought something was wrong with her, she suddenly heard Zhuang Ciyue imitate her voice, speaking in a forced, high-pitched tone: “Aunt, although you are an elder and I am a junior, my heart for you will not change because of the gap in age and seniority. I love you, and I will only love you. No matter who tries to stop us, I will resolutely rush toward you, as long as you are willing to look down and see me.”

“Aunt, you can no longer treat me as a child. I’m not small. I can embrace you, and I can kiss you, and I can be responsible for your life. I need you, not as a child needs a mother, but as an adult needs a lover. I can caress you, and I can… Mmm…”

Yu Ruoyin endured it for a long time, but finally raised her hand and covered Zhuang Ciyue’s mouth.

She didn’t mean that at all, but the more Zhuang Ciyue spoke, the easier it was for her to imagine. Although she had never said such words, she had said similar things, like asserting to Jiang Huaining that she was not small.

Zhuang Ciyue’s inexplicable impersonation made her recall the scene of her kissing Jiang Huaining, and their naked confrontation in the bathroom last night—the slipperiness of the slender waist in her palm, the scorching breath on her ear tip, the beautiful curves swaying before her eyes. If… if Jiang Huaining hadn’t been so weak, she might really have requested to kiss her.

Yu Ruoyin’s thoughts were led astray by Zhuang Ciyue. Her fair face quickly flushed red; her ear tips and neck were practically burning up.

Her breathing quickened a little, and she spoke faster than usual: “Sister Yue, I’m begging you.”

Zhuang Ciyue pried open Yu Ruoyin’s hand: “Begging? Begging for what?”

She didn’t give Yu Ruoyin time to answer, instead answering her own question: “Begging her to dote on you? Then you should tell her, it’s definitely useless to tell me. Actually, you could kneel and beg her; that’s even more of a transgressive feeling… Mmm…”

“Please, stop talking.”

“…”

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