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Chapter 15: The Hungry Ghosts
My words ultimately frightened the hungry ghosts away. Han Mi, unable to see them, curiously looked around and asked, "Brother Qi, who are you talking to?"
Fearing that I might scare her, I held onto Chi Xinrong tightly and stammered, "Nothing, nothing at all. Let's go back."
Fatty was looking at those harmful things when he heard us return, especially with Chi Xinrong in tow. He hurriedly shoved them under his pillow and called out, "Wait a moment! Have you eaten? How did Rongrong come here?"
I sat down and slapped the table, saying, "Cut the nonsense. What do we have to eat?"
Fatty was a good cook; he could whip up something that would fill you up and leave you satisfied with just a casual effort.
"Sure thing! I've had everything ready for a while now, just waiting for you to come back," he said, his attention completely on Chi Xinrong as he darted into the kitchen, glancing back at her.
"Mi, take her to the bathroom and wash her up."
Mi nodded and reached out to pull Chi Xinrong along. However, she sat there like a wooden doll, unresponsive no matter how Mi tried to move her. Her hollow eyes stared blankly at the ground as if she had lost her soul—indeed, she had lost it.
A person without a pulse fighting for food like a dead person; she was not truly alive but merely a half-dead being.
Only I knew that her existence right now was entirely due to my breath of life. I was born under pure Yang energy, with Wu residing in fire. The combination of Wu and Xu formed a fire array rooted in Bing fire, which produced Wu soil. Fatty's fate belonged to Yin energy; the balance of Yin and Yang meant that my grandfather insisted we respect and love each other forever because our destinies were interdependent and indispensable.
"Brother Qi, I can't do it. Why don't you take her to the bathroom?" Han Mi complained with a pained expression. "She’s so strong; I can’t pull her."
"Alright, I'll do it."
I stood before Chi Xinrong and locked eyes with her. She was no longer the lively woman who laughed heartily and acted boldly; now she seemed so helpless and lonely. In our gaze, I faintly sensed a weak cry for help coming from the endless darkness surrounding her.
"Brother Qi, how did she end up like this?"
I didn't fail to hear Han Mi's question; it felt as if she were in some distant outer space. I was overwhelmed by the dark power surging around me, pulling me in with an irresistible force that made it hard to escape.
Mi's figure vanished, her voice fading away, leaving me surrounded by darkness.
What is this place?
It was pitch black, and only after a long time did I adapt to the darkness, realizing that I was in a room.
The room had simple furniture: a wardrobe, a bed, and a heavy atmosphere filled with deathly aura.
As I stood in the dark, I noticed there were two beds in the room, and someone was lying on one of them. Suddenly, a shadowy figure reflected on the wall, accompanied by a particularly stifled sound that seemed to come from deep within the throat. A powerful dark energy crashed into me, causing my body to sway as I desperately tried to see who was lying on the bed.
"Help me..."
"Chi Xinrong?" I shouted, but at that moment, I felt a weight on my shoulder, and the illusion before me vanished. Mi and Fatty looked at me with confusion. Fatty had one hand resting on my shoulder while Chi Xinrong remained as dazed as ever, staring blankly at a spot.
The remnants of food at the corner of her mouth had been wiped clean by Mi.
"Is it okay to just pat someone's shoulder? Don't you know there's fire on people's shoulders? If you do that, you might easily extinguish it." I wasn't trying to scare him; my grandfather always said not to casually pat someone’s shoulder at night.
If someone is unlucky while walking alone at night and gets tapped on the shoulder by a ghost, they’re doomed.
Fatty understood this too. If it weren't for him cooking, I would have really wanted to punch him. After all, I had just brought Chi Xinrong into the Dark Realm to witness the terrifying events she had faced. But because of Fatty's pat, my soul returned just in time. For an ordinary person, it wouldn’t be so easy; his pat could have easily prevented their return, turning them into another Chi Xinrong.
"Alright, Fatty, don't you like her? Carry her to the bathroom; Mi will help clean her up."
With that, I sat down at the dining table and began to eat heartily. At this moment, I didn’t care about anything else; all I wanted was to fill my stomach.
Fatty tried every method he could think of—pushing, pulling, dragging—but he couldn't move Chi Xinrong an inch. With a pained expression, he turned to me and said, "Brother Qi, what's wrong with her? She’s not saying a word, it's like she's lost her soul."
I was chewing my food when I saw him sweating profusely. Mi, sitting beside me, was anxiously tugging at her ears, which made me chuckle. "Fatty, you finally figured it out; she really has lost her soul."
"Is she really soul lost?" Fatty asked in surprise.
Mi looked even more flustered.
"Don't worry; let's finish our meal first."
"How can I not worry? Look at the time! And you're still saying that." Fatty was genuinely anxious now. He rushed over to me and reached for my chopsticks.
"Damn it, let me finish my meal first," I snapped. He reluctantly stepped back, glancing at Mi as she sat next to me, resting her chin on her hands in a thoughtful pose that made me laugh. "Mi, have you thought of a good way to help?"
"Aren't you going to find her later?"
"I have to go find her." I swallowed the delicious food in my mouth, set down my chopsticks, and walked over to Chi Xinrong. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I effortlessly lifted her up and headed toward the bathroom while Fatty and Han Mi stared in shock.
"Tsk tsk, this is getting out of hand," Fatty said knowingly, deliberately exaggerating his tone with a hint of jealousy.
"Fatty, aren't you coming to help?"
"I'm coming!" Fatty misunderstood my intentions. Damn it, I wanted to enjoy this moment alone without doing it in front of Han Mi! Besides, Chi Xinrong was not someone I could handle lightly; she was fiery and unpredictable—when she got angry, even Wang Laozi wouldn’t be recognized.
I, Ma Qi, wasn’t the type to take advantage of others' vulnerabilities.
Fatty eagerly abandoned his meal and followed me into the bathroom. I asked Mi to bring the red thread we usually used; one end was in my hand while the other was in Chi Xinrong's hand.
Fatty glanced at Chi Xinrong, then at me, a sour expression creeping onto his face.
"Brother Qi, why do you look like you're about to get married to her?"
Upon hearing Fatty's words, Mi's expression darkened as she shot me a fierce glare.
I snapped back at Fatty, "Damn it, if you keep talking nonsense, go to bed!"
"No way, I still have to wait for Rongrong," Fatty replied with a cheeky grin. He watched as I held onto Chi Xinrong and stepped into the bathtub, letting Han Mi fill it with water. He grew anxious again. "Brother Qi, are you going for mediumship? Or are you having a couples' bath with her?"
"Damn! Shut up!" I shouted as I tried to kick Fatty while still holding onto Chi Xinrong. However, my other foot slipped, and before I knew it, both of us tumbled into the bathtub. Our combined weight splashed water everywhere, soaking both Fatty and Han Mi.
They were drenched now, which was a disaster. Before I could react, the whole situation had taken an unexpected turn.
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