Chapter Twenty: Saved by the Female Ghost

The reversal of events happened so swiftly that Fu Yang hardly had time to react. The ferocious ghost, whose murderous aura had been overwhelming, was suddenly repelled and fled into the grove of pagoda trees...

Fu Yang touched his own face. "Wait... Damn it! Could it be that I’m one of those legendary prodigies, suddenly awakened and transformed into a Super Saiyan, and managed to drive away this super ghost that flattened Ah Huang in a single move?"

"Bullshit! If it weren’t for the strand of ghostly energy I left with you, your brain would’ve been drained dry already."

A pleasant female voice sounded, and a graceful figure slowly emerged from the void, appearing on the grassy field before Fu Yang.

It was Dong Weike!

This time, she wore a pure white dress that perfectly outlined her silhouette. Standing in the dark among the grass, she resembled a spirit haunting the night.

Fu Yang stared, dumbfounded. "Your Majesty... Why are you here?"

He had almost called her a ghost, but fortunately, he changed it to "Your Majesty" just in time. Otherwise, the consequences might have been dire.

Dong Weike glanced around, looking extremely angry, and cursed, "Are you insane? With your abilities, you dare meddle in this? Get out of here! I’ll deal with you at home!"

Looking at the beautiful ghost in a white dress, baring her teeth at him, Fu Yang suddenly had a strange illusion, as if he were a husband getting scolded by a hot-tempered wife for misbehaving at home. He was stunned for a moment, then snapped out of it and felt ridiculous for thinking such a thing.

"Hurry up and help your buddy! What are you spacing out for, damn it!"

Dong Weike, though stunningly beautiful, was swearing as if she had swallowed gunpowder, seemingly utterly exasperated with Fu Yang.

Fu Yang had no choice but to stumble over and hoist the unconscious Ah Huang onto his back, but the heavy cloth bag was impossible to lift.

"You can’t even carry a bag, yet you dare to show off here? Get out!"

The ghost, Dong Weike, grabbed Ah Huang’s bag in one hand, seized Fu Yang’s wrist with the other, and dragged him out of the woods.

At the moment their hands touched, Fu Yang felt Dong Weike’s hand was soft as if boneless, her skin smooth and delicate. Most astonishing of all, with a person and a ghost so close, he caught a faint, orchid-like fragrance coming from her.

"No way… Isn’t she a ghost? How can a ghost carry a bag and hold my hand?"

He remembered Ah Huang saying that most malicious spirits killed with illusions and tricks, rarely causing real harm with a physical form unless they were extraordinarily powerful.

Clearly, Dong Weike belonged to that category of formidable ghosts. Otherwise, how could her strand of ghostly energy drive away the ghost prince boy whom Ah Huang thought was so formidable?

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Fu Yang’s head was spinning. He couldn’t tell whether it was from the earlier tension or because the ghost’s hand was so soft, her scent so alluring...

Strangely, he suddenly felt that if they just kept running like this, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Without realizing it, he was already accustomed to Dong Weike’s presence. The fear he once felt for her had faded, replaced by… curiosity?

Lost in his musings, he suddenly felt his hand empty.

He snapped awake, realizing that Dong Weike had already withdrawn her hand.

By now, they had run quite a distance from the heart of Linxin Lake, nearly at the edge of the woods. Through the sparse branches, he could see the streetlights of Jiangcheng University campus beyond.

Thud.

The ghost tossed Ah Huang’s bag at his feet. "Take care of things yourself! I’m heading back, I’m tired. Don’t forget to offer me more tribute, consider it a snack."

With that, her figure grew fainter and finally vanished.

"More snacks? Aren’t you afraid of getting fat? Don’t girls always shout about dieting?" Fu Yang muttered quietly.

He glanced at the unconscious, pig-like Ah Huang on his back, the thirty-pound bag on the ground, and wiped the sticky blood from his face…

He was in a truly miserable state!

Just then—

"I punched open the sky, transformed into a dragon..."

Jay Chou’s "Dragon Fist" ringtone rang—it was Ah Huang’s.

Fu Yang struggled to fish the phone from Ah Huang’s pocket, and saw the caller ID: Officer Liu.

Fu Yang shouted into the phone, "Officer Liu, Master Huang is injured and unconscious! Please send someone to Jiangcheng University woods to assist us!"

Two hours later, at the campus hospital.

Accompanied by Officer Liu, Ah Huang was admitted for observation. Fu Yang had his head wound treated and bandaged. He recounted everything that had happened in the woods, omitting the parts about Dong Weike and the ghostly energy to avoid unnecessary complications.

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Officer Liu’s expression grew darker as he listened, finally lighting a cigarette with trembling hands. "So, if it weren’t for Master Huang and your brave help, another girl would have died tonight?"

Fu Yang nodded.

"But the murderous water corpse has been destroyed. The malicious ghost boy behind it is seriously injured; there shouldn’t be any more deaths for now. Still, we’ll need to ask Ah Huang after he wakes up tomorrow."

After their conversation, Fu Yang took his leave to go home.

Just as he reached the hospital entrance, he bumped into Director Zhang from the logistics department, who was smoking there.

Suddenly it hit him: Damn, he was supposed to be on night duty tonight! He’d completely forgotten.

As he struggled to figure out what to say, Director Zhang looked up and saw him—his head wrapped in white bandages, looking like an Indian cosplayer.

After a moment of surprise, Director Zhang barked, "Why aren’t you on duty? Why are you standing here like a mummy?"

"Director Zhang, I… well, it’s a long story. I forgot..."

Caught off guard, Fu Yang couldn’t come up with a plausible excuse. He certainly couldn’t say he’d gone ghost hunting with a Taoist priest. So he could only admit he’d forgotten.

Director Zhang stared at him for a while, then exploded, "Forgot? Then what the hell are you still doing here? You’re fired. Don’t bother coming to work anymore."

With that, he left Fu Yang standing there dumbfounded.

"Damn… Just my luck."

Fu Yang trudged back to his rented room, determined to properly thank Dong Weike no matter what. He’d bought plenty of fruit and thick candles along the way, lit them all in front of her tablet.

He pressed his palms together and bowed. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving my life today."

"You’re back?"

A voice echoed in the empty room. A wisp of green smoke rose from the tablet, floated to the bed, and revealed the ghostly figure of Dong Weike. She was now dressed in a pink, plush pajama set embroidered with a small bear on the chest, looking utterly adorable.