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I opened my sleepy eyes, realizing I had been asleep for quite a while.
As I tried to turn over, my body felt as if it had been run over by a truck, every bone aching.
Suddenly, memories flooded back like a tidal wave, and I blushed at the recollection of everything that happened last night. Damn it, that guy actually got to me—how infuriating.
"Yan Xi, get up and come down. Liu Daozhang is looking for you."
As I continued to roll around in bed, my mother's booming voice came from outside the door.
Hearing that Liu Qingfeng was looking for me, I knew I couldn't linger in bed any longer and quickly got up.
As I was getting dressed, I caught a glimpse of the blood mark on my hand that had originally stretched across my palm—it seemed to be slowly retreating back to my knuckles.
What was going on? Did Mu Xuanche somehow help me with this?
With questions swirling in my mind, I made my way to the living room. Liu Qingfeng was already seated there, enjoying the meal my family had prepared while waiting for me.
When he saw me arrive, he looked up and smiled, asking, "Did you sleep well?"
Why did I feel like there was a sly glint in Liu Qingfeng's eyes? The way he asked such a direct question made it hard for me not to blush, especially coming from someone around my father's age.
I lowered my head, pretending not to hear him, and sat down as far away from Liu Qingfeng as possible.
He waved his hand at my parents, signaling them to leave first.
Now the living room was left with just the two of us. He smiled at me again and said, "Not bad; you've made progress."
Seeing his gentle demeanor gave me a bit more courage. I reached out to show him the blood mark and asked, "Daozhang, since the blood mark is retreating, does that mean the poison is almost undone?"
"Ha ha, you can go ask your Ghost Husband yourself."
I felt Liu Qingfeng's gaze on me, filled with something eerie that made me extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't like it was anything impressive.
It wasn't until later, when I learned the truth behind the bloodstains, that I understood the smile on Liu Qingfeng's face. But that was a story for another time.
"Daoist, what brings you to me today?"
Upon hearing my question, Liu Qingfeng reached into his pocket and pulled out two items, placing them in front of me.
One was a tattered book, and the other was the dagger I had painstakingly retrieved from the dilapidated temple.
I looked at him in confusion. "Daoist, what is this for?"
"Gu, starting today, you are to leave the village and return to school. You are not allowed to come back for the rest of the year, understand?" Liu Qingfeng's expression was extremely serious, showing no hint of jest.
"Why, Daoist?"
"Because that Evil Spirit has already formed a Ghost Marriage with you. Your family's protection task is complete. With your body being so yin, it is destined to attract various Evil Spirits, and your parents will be the ones to suffer. So your departure is necessary; when you return next year, what will happen depends on your fate."
The first time I disrupted the ritual, I attracted that female ghost. If it weren't for Liu Qingfeng arriving in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Perhaps I really was like my grandfather said—a calamity star destined to be accompanied by ghosts.
I nodded in agreement but couldn't help asking one last question: "Daoist, can I make a phone call?"
"As long as you don't show up in person, there won't be any issues."
Liu Qingfeng pointed at the two items before me and said, "Once you leave this village, I won't be able to protect you; you'll have to rely on yourself. I'll keep an eye on things at home for you. This book was given to me by my master; if you're fortunate enough, you'll be able to comprehend the ghost-repelling techniques within it. And this dagger—you can call it Shiro. It’s merely a sharp blade against ordinary people but a soul-devouring weapon against spirits. Take good care of it."
I took the item handed to me by Liu Qingfeng with both hands, my expression serious. Although I didn't know what kind of favor my family had done for him that made him help us so much, I felt grateful for his promise to take care of my parents.
I stood up and solemnly knelt before Liu Qingfeng, saying, "Thank you, Daoist. Your kindness is beyond words, and I will surely repay you if the opportunity arises in the future."
I never expected that such a simple promise would nearly ruin the latter half of my life.
At Liu Qingfeng's request, I left the village that afternoon, boarding the bus to school under my parents' tearful gazes.
Fortunately, school would start in a few days. Even if I went now, I could still move in and wouldn't end up on the streets.
Next year, I would be able to take the train; for now, I could only take the bus to B City’s school.
Four long hours on the bus felt like an eternity.
With an hour left until the next service station, I had already been holding it in for half an hour.
I tried hard to fall asleep to distract myself from the overwhelming urge to urinate, but ultimately, I couldn't ignore the swelling sensation in my abdomen. The winding mountain road made it even worse; the bus swayed back and forth, and I was afraid of making a fool of myself at any moment.
I squirmed in my seat, forcing myself not to think about it.
"Hey, do you need to go to the bathroom too?"
The girl sitting in front of me spoke up. I was surprised she could sense my discomfort.
It was a relief that she was a girl; if it had been a boy, I would have felt embarrassed.
Seeing my hesitation, she encouraged me again: "There’s strength in numbers. We can persuade the driver together. I know there’s a place up ahead where we can stop; we just need to use the restroom by the roadside."
I hesitated, feeling that I could no longer hold it in, and nodded at her.
The driver initially refused to stop, but we managed to persuade him, two girls insisting he let me off.
Once I got out of the car, the girl grabbed my hand and we dashed away, borrowing the restroom from a nearby house after giving them some change.
Having quickly resolved our urgent issue, we ran back toward the vehicle, not wanting to keep everyone waiting too long.
As we approached the bus, it suddenly surged forward like a mad thing, crashing into the wall ahead before finally coming to a halt. I was stunned. The girl beside me reacted quickly, pulling me out of harm's way just in time.
I stood there in shock because I had seen someone push the bus toward the wall.
No, it wasn't a person; it was a ghost. The moment he turned around and smiled at me, I recognized him.
Cao Jin, the eldest son of Old Cao the Craftsman—what was he doing here?
After causing this accident, he vanished without a trace.
"Hey, snap out of it! You look like you've seen a ghost."
I was jolted back to reality when someone tugged at me. Turning to see the girl who had pulled me away, I asked, "What's up?"
"You owe me your life! Aren't you going to thank me? A simple thank you will do; just show some appreciation." She looked at me smugly, making a gesture as if counting money.
Feeling that it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble, I lazily replied, "Thanks," and headed toward the bus. I needed to help out; I didn't have time to chat with this girl.
When the police arrived, we passengers who had been delayed were finally taken to our destination. By the time I reached school, it was already evening.
Fortunately, I made it before the curfew; I could still get in.
Dragging my luggage, I slowly eased the oppressive feelings from earlier. The car accident had resulted in the driver's immediate death, and several passengers were injured to varying degrees. If I hadn't gotten out of the car, would this have happened?
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a White Shadow approaching, and instinctively, I stepped aside to avoid it.
"Can you see me?"
A sharp Woman's Voice came from behind me, somewhat gloomy. My scalp prickled; please tell me it wasn't happening again.
At that moment, running away seemed impossible, yet staying put felt just as daunting. I froze in place, silently praying that the ghost would leave quickly.
But fate had other plans. She slowly approached me and asked again, "Can you see me?"
Her face was only slightly paler and darker than a normal person's—nothing else was different. Unlike the terrifying ghost I had encountered before, she didn't seem as menacing.
I nodded slightly, my hand discreetly slipping into my backpack to grip the dagger Liu Qingfeng had given me. If this ghost dared to harm me, I would stab her soul without hesitation.
Seeing my nod, the ghost appeared somewhat pleased, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "Why can you see me? Can you talk to me?"
Talk to a ghost? Was she out of her mind? I instinctively wanted to refuse. She immediately sensed my hesitation and began to cry with tear-filled eyes.
The sound was unbearable, like something being torn apart. I had no choice but to plead with her to stop.
"Will you promise to talk to me?" she asked, her expression brightening as she looked at me.
Reluctantly, I nodded and said, "Alright then."
She asked, "Why can you see me?"
I actually don't know either. Ever since that night in the Dark Room, I feel like I can see these unclean things.
I asked her, "I don't know; I just can see them. Why are you floating here?"
The ghost seemed surprised that I dared to ask her a question. After a moment of shock, she happily replied, "I don't know either. I have no memory of my past. It's been over ten years, and no one has talked to me. Finally, you came; I'm so happy!"
Over a decade ago, our school had already been established for several decades. If someone dies and doesn't reincarnate, they can only stay where they died. Could this ghost have died in this school or been a student here?
Woof, Tears...
A sudden bark interrupted us, and the ghost's expression changed dramatically. She said urgently, "I have to go. Thank you for talking to me. If fate allows, we shall meet again."
Then she vanished into thin air.
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