74. There’s Something Off About This Doctor

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly said, “The one I like isn’t a girl.”

“A boy?”

Chen Sheng couldn’t help but draw a cold breath inward, his brows tightening as he looked at the youth with a hint of distaste. He pondered if summoning his “novice equipment” at this moment might seem heartless.

“No, I don’t like boys. She’s not alive!” The youth, realizing the question touched on his preferences, rushed to clarify.

“So, it’s a female ghost...” Chen Sheng nodded, relieved.

The youth quickly nodded as well—he had come here with a mission, and if a misunderstanding like this caused him to fail, he feared he’d face dire consequences upon returning.

He was about to deliver his prepared lines to lure Chen Sheng over, but before he could speak, Chen Sheng asked, full of interest, “Did you know her before you died, or after?”

The youth hesitated, then answered, “Before I died.”

Chen Sheng immediately followed up, “So you died for her, hoping for a tragic romance, only to realize she never loved you, and you were only moved by your own feelings?”

He deduced this from the information at hand.

Again, the youth had to swallow his scripted words and replied, “Something like that.”

Having answered, he quickly added, “After I died, my mother cried every day, and my father grew more despondent. Seeing them, I felt deeply pained and regretful—regretful that I hadn’t listened to them, and more regretful that I hadn’t been a good son. But they can’t see me or hear me. Could you help? Please, just pass a message to them! I beg you!”

He blurted out this lengthy plea, feeling a weight lift from his chest.

When he looked to Chen Sheng, he saw the man respond calmly, then utter three words: “I understand.”

Hearing this, the youth was stunned.

“I understand?” What did that mean? Was it a promise, or a refusal?

He thought for a moment and delivered his backup lines: “Are you worried my parents won’t believe you? If you come with me and bring them something, they’ll know you’re telling the truth! Oh, and my family is very wealthy—my parents will surely reward you generously!”

“It’s a coincidence—I’m very wealthy too!” Chen Sheng’s spirits rose at these words, and he quickly pulled two gold cards from his pocket. “Look, this gold card with a scratch has thirty thousand blade coins; this one with a floral pattern holds a million blade coins!”

The youth was speechless.

Just what was wrong with this man? Was he an escapee from somewhere?

His gaze grew strange as he looked at Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng remained composed, though the corners of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. This feeling of showing off—he had to admit—was quite satisfying. No wonder so many people in real life boasted endlessly.

Bragging about bags, cars, watches, collectibles, game skins, meals—anything connected to wealth seemed to inspire myriad forms of flaunting.

Chen Sheng hadn’t had the chance to participate in such displays. Of course, he could have if he’d been reckless enough to take out loans, but after mastering that peculiar training method, it was as if he’d equipped himself with a “clarity buff” at all times.

Being rational didn’t mean he was free of desire. He’d never experienced the thrill of showing off wealth, and honestly, he thought he’d like to try it. As a child, he’d envied classmates from affluent families; as an adult, he’d admired the lives of the rich. Wealth now was inseparable from social standing and respect.

To boast once—well, attention at least was guaranteed.

But in the real world, aside from financial limitations, such behavior was frowned upon, seen as negative, and would earn him a reputation for questionable values.

So, secretly flaunting his wealth to an NPC in the game—surely harmless?

Blade coins in this healing game seemed unrelated to real-world money. After playing for so long, he couldn’t claim to be a “game god,” but he was a seasoned player. Even if the top-up portal was restricted, perhaps the limit would be lifted for him!

He couldn’t help but cast a grateful glance at the “youth NPC.” Driving a pricey off-road vehicle hadn’t fulfilled his small wish, but unexpectedly, it was realized here!

Even if it was just an “NPC,” Chen Sheng decided to repay the favor. “Where’s your home? Lead me there.”

Of course, this was simply to complete the task—not part of his repayment.

Chen Sheng resolved to help the youth fulfill his wish: to be with the girl he loved... oh, the female ghost, forever.

Though Chen Sheng had never been in love, single men were often masters of theory.

He was well-versed in how to confess feelings—at least in theory!

The youth’s heart lightened at Chen Sheng’s words, and a smile broke across his overly pale face, though a fleeting shade of green flashed in his eyes.

He hurried to lead Chen Sheng on.

Chen Sheng followed, with the headless girl trailing behind him—one man and two ghosts stepping onto the street.

The curse in the wind had already faded.

The youth ghost felt relieved; his “funeral garb,” a relic of a fierce ghost, could barely withstand a few more attacks. If the curse hadn’t stopped, he might never have made it back.

He shouldn’t have ventured out tonight, especially as something deep within the town was attacking indiscriminately. Who knew if this ghost tamer could survive a few days in this town? Or if he would be targeted by other ghosts?

Ghost tamers were exceedingly rare in Gold Town—one might not appear in a decade!

Soon, the youth ghost led Chen Sheng to the gates of a school.

It was a dilapidated establishment; aside from the somewhat intact perimeter wall, only a handful of low buildings remained inside.

“You used to study here?” Chen Sheng couldn’t help but ask, given the surroundings. Even disregarding the promised blade coin reward, he had his doubts.

Would a wealthy family choose such a rundown school?

“I lied. My parents are poor—they have no money.” The youth admitted bluntly. Perhaps, having brought Chen Sheng here, his mission was complete, so he dropped the act and strode into the school.

Even the headless girl sensed something was amiss, but after glancing at Chen Sheng, she kept silent.

Oh, she almost forgot this fierce fellow was a vengeful spirit... the headless girl thought quietly to herself.