The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 43.1

How did Lu Qichun know her body had died?

Yu Ruoyin felt a momentary pang of guilt, but she quickly realized that what Lu Qichun was talking about might not be her current self.

She vaguely felt that Lu Qichun was looking at another person through her. Yu Ruoyin was not unfamiliar with that look; she had just felt that kind of gaze from Yingzhu as well. Of course, Lu Qichun’s eyes were slightly different from Yingzhu’s; hers held more confusion.

Yu Ruoyin knelt down in front of Lu Qichun, staring intently at her: “Do you know me?”

To the same question, Lu Qichun gave a completely different answer from Yingzhu: “I… I’ve seen you, maybe… no, I don’t know you.”

Seen, but don’t know?

Yu Ruoyin felt that these two phrases were contradictory when placed together. She wanted to continue pressing her, to flip through Lu Qichun’s complex memories to find traces of herself, but Jiang Huaining stopped her: “A’yin, she probably saw one of your previous lives in a certain reincarnation. The memories this tea helped her recover include all her transmigrations, but the memories can’t be that clear. She wouldn’t remember irrelevant people.”

Jiang Huaining’s explanation was reasonable, but was the matter really that simple?

Yu Ruoyin’s scrutinizing gaze rotated around Jiang Huaining’s face and was quickly withdrawn.

Her expression was normal, which meant Jiang Huaining wasn’t lying.

Ever since she had harbored a lie against Jiang Huaining, every time she used this method to judge Jiang Huaining’s honesty, Yu Ruoyin felt inexplicably ashamed, as if… as if she were taking advantage of the fact that Jiang Huaining couldn’t lie.

“Aunt Ning…” A low, faint voice, wrapped in guilt, squeezed out of her throat. When Jiang Huaining leaned in to listen, she didn’t know what to say again.

She acted as if she hadn’t called Jiang Huaining, lowering her head, responding with silence.

Jiang Huaining didn’t insist on her speaking; her attention was more focused on Lu Qichun now.

Yu Ruoyin was silent for too long, so Jiang Huaining nudged her lower back, her fingertips crawling upward on her waist, signaling her to look up.

When Yu Ruoyin looked at Jiang Huaining, Jiang Huaining was still staring at Lu Qichun.

Without verbal exchange, Yu Ruoyin still understood Jiang Huaining’s meaning.

Suppressing the reluctance in her heart, she tried her best to soften her voice: “Lu Qichun, do you have any wish?”

“Wish… Lu Qichun…” With too many layers of reincarnation, the chaotic memories were slow to piece together a complete individual. Lu Qichun felt a little lost hearing Yu Ruoyin call her name: “Am I Lu Qichun?”

Lu Qichun’s expression became more painful. She covered her aching head and mumbled softly: “Ghost! Mei Yinchai betrayed the Underworld, so many people died… I also died.”

Although she was a Spiritual Mother, it was still hard for her to face her own death.

Nanhe was originally a quiet and gentle spirit. After Lu Qichun drank the tea, she had been silently waiting for her to remember her. Seeing Lu Qichun’s agonizing appearance, she quickly made a sound. The ancient Buddhist chants slowly suppressed the restless ghost, and her soft embrace tightened very carefully: “Nanchun, don’t think about it anymore.”

The gentle voice overwhelmed the pain, and familiar people evoked happier memories.

The memories of Gou Nanchun slowly covered those of Lu Qichun. Lu Qichun’s eyes focused on Nanhe’s face, and the corner of her mouth unconsciously curved up a little: “Little sister.”

Now it was Nanhe’s turn to be startled.

This appellation was unfamiliar because it had disappeared from the words of the elder Gou Nanchun when she was alive, disappearing into the worldly gaze.

It was too long ago, so long that it didn’t seem like she was calling her anymore.

Nanhe took a long time to react before quickly nodding: “I’m here.”

Her reaction time was too long. The elder Gou Nanchun’s memories ran through Lu Qichun’s mind. Her memories constantly overlapped, and her emotions continuously changed. That “little sister” was retracted. When she smiled again, her eyes were tinged with a little desolation: “Xiao He, I’m old, you’re still young.”

Aging was probably a nightmare that entangled Lu Qichun for a long time. When she spoke again, she was still hung up on this matter.

This was not the reunion Nanhe had imagined. Of course, the fact that she didn’t know who she should be looking for at the beginning was also a major reason for the discrepancy between fantasy and reality.

Nanhe didn’t like Lu Qichun talking like this before, and she didn’t like it now: “Nanchun, you’re not old.”

Lu Qichun’s gaze towards Nanhe was very gentle and very focused.

Yu Ruoyin was standing so close, yet she couldn’t squeeze a position into Lu Qichun’s eyes.

But those gentle eyes were entangled with bitterness and helplessness: “Xiao He, you should call me Aunt.”

Nanhe bit her lip, controlling her tears: “I don’t want to, you’re not Nanchun anymore.”

Lu Qichun was momentarily dazed, and soon her face was covered with a look of regret: “Yes, I’m not Nanchun.”

Her memory seemed to be finally complete. She gave a bitter smile: “Nanchun is dead.”

…

Nanhe reached out and immediately covered Lu Qichun’s mouth without hesitation.

Lu Qichun tried to pull her hand away, but Nanhe wouldn’t let go, her eyes full of stubbornness.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t know how to join their reminiscing or how to persuade Nanhe to let go. Before she could find a solution, the resolute Nanhe finally let go of Lu Qichun under her efforts.

Actually, Lu Qichun hadn’t done anything. She had just stared at Nanhe intently, watching her with those gentle and sad eyes until Nanhe softened.

Lu Qichun was indeed Nanhe’s initial master; she had her own unique way of controlling Nanhe.

The hand moved away, and Lu Qichun regained the right to speak. She didn’t continue the topic that made Nanhe unhappy: “Xiao He, was A’xin good to you?”

Remembering Lu Qichun’s daughter, Nanhe’s resentment deepened: “No, she died even earlier than you.”

Receiving the news of her daughter’s death, even though it was expected, Lu Qichun’s expression was still sorrowful.

Her silence was mourning for her daughter and pity for Nanhe.

Nanhe had long cried over A’xin’s death, but now she felt the urge to cry again. She grabbed Lu Qichun’s arm and muttered: “Look at you, you gave birth to a daughter, but you couldn’t even make her live longer. A’xin’s daughter lived very long, it’s just…”

Mentioning the younger Gou Nanchun, Nanhe’s sorrow deepened.

She couldn’t continue, so Lu Qichun finished her sentence for her: “The lifespan of the living is still too short, really… too short.”

Lu Qichun looked at Nanhe, her eyes full of loss and pain: “Xiao He, you must have been lonely all these years, haven’t you?”

She was a smart person; she already knew that the Gou family line had ended without Nanhe needing to say it explicitly.

Nanhe’s nose felt sore at the question. She twisted her neck and looked down: “It’s okay, I lost my memory. I passed these thousands of years in a daze.”

“Xiao He, you didn’t terminate the Spiritual Contract?”

Lu Qichun instantly understood the problem and asked, making Nanhe feel guilty: “How did you guess?”

Lu Qichun had too much she wanted to say, but her composure made her want to understand the whole truth first: “Xiao He, how did you remember?”

Jiang Huaining was anxious for Yu Ruoyin to ask Lu Qichun’s wish, but Lu Qichun herself didn’t show much desire for a wish. She was only very concerned about Nanhe’s affairs.

Yu Ruoyin was already resistant to sacrificing Jiang Huaining’s power to help Lu Qichun. Seeing that Lu Qichun didn’t react after being asked a few times, she stopped pressing. She held down the hand Jiang Huaining was using to nudge her, clenching it tightly, competing silently with her. Fortunately, no one here except Jiang Huaining noticed her childish behavior.

Nanhe was an honest spirit. She recounted her experiences over the years, including how Jiang Huaining and Yu Ruoyin helped her restore her consciousness, and Yu Ruoyin’s efforts in the ghost market to help her regain her memories.

Perhaps because of the gratitude in her heart, Nanhe injected strong personal emotions into her storytelling, exaggerating Yu Ruoyin’s efforts considerably. Yu Ruoyin herself felt a little embarrassed hearing it, and the result was even more unexpected.

After hearing Nanhe’s story, Lu Qichun immediately floated out of Nanhe’s arms.

She respectfully bowed to Yu Ruoyin and Jiang Huaining: “Thank you. Thank you so much for taking care of Xiao He.”

“No…”

Yu Ruoyin was about to say “no need to thank us” when a subtle noise suddenly came from the room stacked with corpses.

She craned her neck to look, but her peripheral vision caught Jiang Huaining, who was also craning her neck to peer, and her gaze was unconsciously drawn to Jiang Huaining completely. Jiang Huaining’s eyes held confusion, scrutiny, and a subtle surprise.

Given Jiang Huaining’s identity, there shouldn’t be many things that could surprise her now.

Yu Ruoyin followed Jiang Huaining’s gaze and looked in the same direction. It was a somewhat incomplete and damaged corpse. Judging from the face, she had a face identical to Lu Qichun’s.

Lu Qichun’s corpse crawled up from the ground and walked towards them step by step.

A cluster of cyan mist was wrapped around her forehead, almost bursting through the skin.

The red jade fruit on Yu Ruoyin’s chest grew hotter. The heat spread, and her skin also began to feel warm.

This…

Yu Ruoyin’s eyes were also filled with shock. Before she could open her mouth, she saw Jiang Huaining quickly stepping forward. The tip of her reddened index finger lightly tapped Lu Qichun’s forehead. With a faint flicker of golden light, the dense cyan mist drilled out from the forehead of Lu Qichun’s corpse. It flew towards Yu Ruoyin in an instant.

The cyan mist touched the skin of Yu Ruoyin’s forehead, drilled in immediately, and disappeared without a trace.

After the cyan mist vanished, Lu Qichun’s corpse lost all vitality and fell down again. Her torso also showed signs of disintegration.

Only her extremely hot forehead reminded Yu Ruoyin of the reality of the scene just now.

Yu Ruoyin had not yet processed the scene before her when the red jade fruit on her neck suddenly emitted a ray of light, and a cluster of golden mist drilled out and floated towards Jiang Huaining.

The golden mist melted into Jiang Huaining’s body, and the red on her index fingertip deepened a little.

This scene was too familiar.

Not long ago, they experienced an identical scene after helping Sang Qian.

It was just that the cyan mist that floated out of Sang Qian’s body was not as much as that from Lu Qichun’s body. According to Yu Ruoyin’s understanding, this cyan mist belonged to the power of the spirit. The cyan mist granted her power to repair her body. After part of the body was repaired, the spiritual energy needed to maintain a normal state would also decrease, so part of the golden mist would float from the red jade fruit to Jiang Huaining. That was originally Jiang Huaining’s power.

But… Yu Ruoyin finally understood what Jiang Huaining was shocked by.

Lu Qichun’s gratitude reached the level of granting her power so easily. They received the residual spiritual power in her corpse even without explicitly fulfilling her wish.

Lu Qichun cared about Nanhe more than any of them had imagined.

Yu Ruoyin looked at Lu Qichun somewhat differently. She was a good person, a good person who was not greedy.

Lu Qichun didn’t care about her disintegrating corpse. After thanking Yu Ruoyin and Jiang Huaining, her eyes were only focused on Nanhe again.

Nanhe was a little scared, not of the corpse’s change, but afraid that the soul she could grasp would disappear just like the corpse.

She wrapped her arms around Lu Qichun’s shoulders, hooking her legs around hers, hanging onto her.

She looked like an octopus, and Lu Qichun was a little helpless: “Xiao He.”

“Nanchun, can you not leave me behind?”

“Xiao He, I’m not Nanchun anymore.”

The truth hurt the most. Nanhe’s heart was pained: “A’chun told me to find you. I finally found you, and I’m going to follow you.”

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