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Zhou Zhen's words instantly darkened my expression. It was true that Mu Yan was a ghost, but she had never harmed me; on the contrary, she had protected me time and again.
If what Zhou Zhen said was true, and Gu Chen were to discover Mu Yan's existence, he would take action against her. At that moment, I truly wouldn't know what to do.
But one thing was certain: I would never stand by and watch him hurt Mu Yan, not even if he was Gu Chen.
Seeing my face turn grim, Zhou Zhen comforted me, "You don't need to worry too much. If it comes to that, you can just let Mu Yan leave once she wakes up."
I nodded. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I would have to do just that when the time came.
However, I couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Uncle Zhou, didn't Grandma Jiang mention anything about me and Mu Yan to him?"
When I first met Gu Chen, although he was cold, he didn't seem unfamiliar with me. It was clear that he already knew of my existence beforehand, likely because Grandma Jiang had mentioned me during their phone call.
If she brought me up, then it made no sense for her not to mention Mu Yan. So I looked at Zhou Zhen with a puzzled expression; after all, Gu Chen's awareness of me must have come from his conversation with Grandma Jiang.
Zhou Zhen nodded and said, "She did mention you, but she didn't say that Mu Yan was by your side because she understands Senior Gu's temperament."
"What temperament?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Stubborn," Zhou Zhen replied calmly.
"Stubborn?"
I couldn't help but frown slightly.
Zhou Zhen nodded and explained, "Yes, stubborn. Senior Gu is very clear-cut; just as humans and ghosts are on different paths, a ghost is a ghost and a human is a human. If he were to truly take you as his disciple, then you would be his successor—the only one to inherit his legacy. Therefore, he absolutely wouldn't allow you to associate with ghosts."
"But ghosts can be good or bad; how can you generalize?" I retorted instinctively because in my view, many people in this world could be far more terrifying than ghosts.
Human hearts are difficult to gauge; just a thin layer separates us from understanding their true nature.
Zhou Zhen shook his head and looked at me, saying, "Xiao Lin, this is different."
I couldn't help but ask, "How is it different? Am I wrong?"
Zhou Zhen nodded and replied, "Right or wrong, it doesn't matter. Senior Gu is a man of integrity, dedicating his life to exorcising demons. Can you really expect him to accept his disciple being with a ghost? Do you think that's possible?"
I retorted, "I never said I wanted to be with her."
Zhou Zhen couldn't help but glance at me and said, "Be honest with yourself. Have you really never thought about it?"
I looked at Zhou Zhen in silence, momentarily at a loss for words. Although I had felt terrified when I first learned that Mu Yan was a ghost, by now, I had unknowingly begun to accept her.
I had even started to worry about her, just like the last time she suddenly went missing and was trapped by Yang Yi in the Seven Fiends Soul Locking Formation.
That feeling of concern was something I had never shown towards anyone else besides my family.
Seeing that I couldn't respond, Zhou Zhen sighed and said, "Xiao Lin, although Mu Yan is not bad, she is still a ghost. I must remind you that humans and ghosts belong to different realms. Humans are yang, while ghosts are yin; they repel each other like positive and negative charges. How can they be together? Even if they were, it would likely end in tragedy. So you must be careful and not let yourself get too deeply involved."
Upon hearing this, I nodded silently, unsure of how to reply.
I knew that Zhou Zhen was saying these things for my own good. However, I didn't think the situation with Mu Yan was as serious as he described, so I brushed it off. I just wanted to make sure she left as soon as she woke up.
We traveled in silence until Uncle Cai and Aunt Qiu caught up with us. We then headed to Old Three Villages and quickly found the place where Fatty sold pork.
However, it was concerning that Fatty wasn't there today. We asked a nearby vendor and learned that Fatty had fallen ill since yesterday and hadn't set up shop for the past two days.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhen's expression immediately darkened as he muttered to himself, "This is bad."
He then asked for Fatty's address before leaving with a grim look on his face.
After they left, I asked Zhou Zhen what was wrong. He said, "Don't you find it strange?"
I thought for a moment and indeed found it a bit odd. According to Aunt Qiu and Uncle Cai, the one named A-Xing was very close to Fatty. A-Xing had died, and judging by the state of the body, it hadn't been long since the death.
Coincidentally, Fatty had fallen ill yesterday, and the timing of his illness matched closely with A-Xing's death. The connection between the two was hard to ignore.
Uncle Cai and Aunt Qiu's expressions changed as well, and they couldn't help but exclaim in fear, "Are you saying that Master Zhou thinks Fatty's illness is related to A-Xing's death?"
Zhou Zhen nodded and said, "I suspect they might have gone to that ancient tomb together. A-Xing likely died inside, while Fatty managed to escape."
My expression shifted as I couldn't help but interject, "So you're saying that Fatty must have disturbed something inside and got entangled with whatever it was?"
Zhou Zhen nodded again, "We'll find out by checking."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Cai and Aunt Qiu's faces turned even paler.
Seeing their reaction, Zhou Zhen suggested, "Uncle Cai, Aunt Qiu, how about this: Xiao Lin and I will go find Fatty. You two should head back and inform Senior Gu that we might be late."
Aunt Qiu and Uncle Cai nodded in agreement and reminded us to be careful. I figured they probably didn't want to go in the first place.
Fatty lived in a two-story house. When we arrived at his home, the front door was tightly shut, but it was clear that someone was inside. Occasionally, strange sounds would emanate from within.
Sometimes there were cries; other times there were laughs. The reason I described the sounds as strange was that they seemed distinctly male yet had a feminine quality to them, as if someone were speaking with their throat constricted—it sounded particularly awkward.
Zhou Zhen stepped forward to knock on the door and called out a few times. After a short while, a portion of the door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman who appeared to be around Zhou Zhen's age. She looked pale and weary as she asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Zhou Zhen quickly smiled and said, "Hello, is this Fatty's home?"
"Fatty? What do you want with him?" the middle-aged woman asked with a slight frown.
Then Zhou Zhen smiled and said he was a friend of Fatty, having heard that he had fallen ill with a strange disease. Since he knew a bit about folk remedies, he decided to come and take a look.
Zhou Zhen deliberately emphasized the words "folk remedies," and I understood that Fatty's condition must be quite sinister; a regular doctor would surely be unable to treat it, which is why those who knew him referred to it as a strange illness.
The mention of folk remedies left much to the imagination, and sure enough, the middle-aged woman frowned slightly upon hearing this and scrutinized both me and Zhou Zhen closely.
Afterward, she said, "Well, you can come in and take a look."
Zhou Zhen nodded, glanced at me, and we both walked inside as the middle-aged woman tightly closed the door behind us.
Once inside, the woman pointed to a slightly plump young man sitting on the living room sofa and said, "This is my son, the one you call Fatty."
At her words, both Zhou Zhen and I immediately turned our attention to him.
From his appearance, he didn't seem too old—probably around twenty-three or twenty-four. His body was quite solidly built; however, his current demeanor felt very strange and awkward.
His face was as pale as paper, covered with a thick layer of makeup. His lips were painted bright red, his eyebrows heavily drawn, and even his nails were coated with bright red nail polish—quite bizarre indeed.
But it wasn't just his odd appearance; his gaze and expression were equally unsettling. To put it bluntly, he looked extremely effeminate.
After entering, Zhou Zhen kept his eyes fixed on him with a deep gaze. I couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle Zhou, what's wrong with him?"
Zhou Zhen replied quietly, "He is possessed by a female ghost."
"Possessed by a female ghost?" I was instantly at a loss for words; no wonder he had turned into this state.
However, when Fatty heard our conversation, his originally seductive and eerie gaze suddenly sharpened. He shot us a fierce glare.
Zhou Zhen thought to himself: "This is bad; she thinks we pose a threat to her."
As soon as his voice fell, Fatty suddenly lunged from the sofa, charging directly at Zhou Zhen with astonishing speed.
Caught off guard, Zhou Zhen was completely unprepared and was hit squarely by Fatty. If it weren't for his solid martial arts foundation, he might have been knocked to the ground by that impact.
Seeing her son go wild, the middle-aged woman was startled and momentarily at a loss.
However, Zhou Zhen did not fall. He quickly reached for a talisman and snapped his fingers, aiming it directly at Fatty's face.
In that instant, a white shadow burst forth from Fatty's body and charged towards me just as Zhou Zhen's talisman was about to strike.
"Not good! Xiao Lin, get out of the way! She's targeting you!" Zhou Zhen shouted urgently.
Although I had already sensed something was wrong, there was no time to prepare. I could only watch as the white shadow hurtled toward me.
I felt a surge of panic rising within me, but in the next moment, an ethereal figure suddenly emerged from my chest, blocking me just in time.
I heard a scream, and only then did I realize it was Mu Yan. She had appeared from the Yinshan Jade and was holding another ghost with a pale face and a vengeful expression in one hand.
Chapter Two is delivered. You all need to step up; today all the metrics are stagnant. What's going on?
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