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Chapter 184: Ghost-Eating Wax Fruit
Just as I was about to rush into the fray, a pair of hands grabbed me, and a gentle voice whispered in my ear, "Survival of the fittest; you can't win against them." I turned around and was instantly captivated. The person holding me was a beautiful woman with long, flowing black hair. When she smiled, two dimples appeared on her face. Dressed in a long skirt, she exuded charm and grace. She waved at me, her figure perfectly proportioned, though her complexion was rather pale. "If you're hungry, come with me."
"Men and women shouldn't be too close," I feigned innocence, pulling my hand away from hers and pretending to be shy. "Who are you? What's your name? Do you have a phone number?"
Her laughter was delightful, sweet like a spring breeze that made my heart flutter and put me at ease. "I'm Yu. And you?"
"Ma Qi."
Yu playfully covered her mouth with a laugh. "Your surname is quite unusual; it's the first time I've heard it!"
"Yeah, it is a bit strange," I replied with a self-deprecating smile. "So, where is this place?"
"Ten Li Slope. Is this your first time here?"
I thought to myself: Of course it's my first time! If I came here often, would I need to ask you? But in front of such a beautiful girl, I had to maintain an elegant and charming demeanor to win her favor. "Yes, it's my first time."
"Are you... lost?"
"No, I'm visiting relatives, but I didn't expect them to have moved."
"Oh." Yu seemed somewhat skeptical of my explanation, giving me a complex look before continuing forward.
"Where are we going?"
"To my house."
Yu had a family, unlike me, who was homeless. I felt a pang of sadness in my heart as Yu occasionally turned to glance at me, each time with a smile.
As we walked, I was filled with a sense of loss and confusion. It was true that after crossing the Black Water River, we arrived at the Underworld. The Underworld was lush with flowers and grass, a beautiful sight. I closed my eyes and spread my arms wide in a grand gesture, taking a deep breath to fully experience the wind flowing through my fingers and rustling the Sedge.
For some reason, I suddenly thought of the Black Water River. I turned back to look for it, but it had vanished, replaced by a vast expanse of Sedge swaying in the breeze, with a few black-winged butterflies dancing gracefully among them.
The Underworld truly was wonderful. No wonder Qin Shi Huang, Han Wudi, Tang Taizong, and the Jiajing Emperor of the Ming Dynasty all dreamed of immortality, even going to great lengths to seek out elixirs of life. It seemed they were genuinely unwilling to face the dark and sunless Underworld.
"How strange! There’s nothing particularly scenic here, yet you seem to be enjoying it so much," Yu remarked.
I smiled without answering, thinking to myself: Girl, you’ve never been to the Underworld, so you wouldn’t understand my genuine appreciation for the beauty of rebirth.
"Hey, why aren’t you talking?" Yu suddenly stopped and looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"I miss home."
"Where is your home?"
"A City."
"Oh."
I liked watching Yu's silhouette; it resembled someone from deep within my memories that I couldn't shake off.
Yu's curiosity was strong. After only a few steps, she asked again, "Who else is in your family?"
"I have a younger brother." My brother is chubby. I wonder how he is doing now; I hope he hasn't been tricked by that fake Ma Qi into doing something bad.
"Oh."
"How far is your home?"
"Not far. Are you thirsty? I remember there's a kind of wild fruit around here that can fill you up. Wait here while I go pick some for you."
I really didn't want to move anymore; I was too tired and too hungry. Hearing Yu say that made me want to rest even more, so I simply sat down on a smooth stone under a big tree by the roadside, leaned back, and said a few nice words to Yu, making her happily run off to gather wild fruits.
As I watched Yu disappear into a large grove of trees, I slightly closed my eyes. I wanted to sleep so badly! I yawned and lay down comfortably, then drifted off into a dream.
I dreamed of Chubby.
Chubby was busy at the counter, and someone was calling for him.
I saw Chubby turn around as someone entered from outside. I looked closely—damn, wasn't that me?
Wait, how could I be in the store when I'm still outside?
"Where's the hammer, Chubby?"
What do I need the hammer for in this dream?
"In the storage room, in that wooden box against the wall."
I said, "Fatty, don't listen to him. He is not me; I am myself."
But Fatty couldn't see me. After tidying up the Counter, he went into the adjacent room and picked up a magazine, engrossed in it. I glanced at the magazine cover, which featured a stunning woman in a bikini.
Fatty, with one hand unconsciously reaching down, touched himself through his pants.
Fatty, even when facing death, is still looking at that kind of magazine.
I was furious and jumped up to punch Fatty in the face.
My fist passed through Fatty's face, only stirring a cold breeze without affecting him at all.
Just then, I heard someone outside the Counter shout, "Ma Qi."
Oh no, it's Chi Xinrong.
Upon hearing Chi Xinrong's voice, Fatty jumped up anxiously, nervously glancing around before quickly finding a place to hide the risqué magazine. I noticed he stuffed it under the couch.
"She's here." The imposter version of me, Li Gui, was busy. Fatty hid the magazine and scampered out, his eyes glued to Chi Xinrong's rhythmically swaying figure, nearly drooling in embarrassment.
Chi Xinrong was dressed quite attractively today; her outfit was sexy yet appropriate, making her look alluring and eye-catching. Coupled with her enticing figure—Fatty was practically bleeding from his nose. I was not pleased and pouted angrily while stomping my foot, "Fatty, what are you looking at? I'm looking for Ma Qi; I have something to discuss."
Fatty awkwardly wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, unsure where to put it. If it weren't for that imposter showing up, he wouldn't have known how to handle the situation.
That imposter was Li Gui, who was sweating profusely and covered in dirt. He didn't even glance at Fatty's embarrassment and directly asked Chi Xinrong, "Rongrong, did you need something from me?"
“Ma Qi, will you accompany me to go shopping today?” If it were me, I would definitely refuse, because I have someone in my heart. If there’s nothing important to do, I want to find Han Mi.
Li Gui readily agreed to Chi Xinrong's invitation. “Sure.” I was surprised and nervous.
I hurried over to Chi Xinrong and leaned close to her ear, whispering, “He’s not the real one; I am. I am Ma Qi.”
Chi Xinrong frowned and waved her hand near her ear. “Ugh, it’s already autumn, and there are still mosquitoes buzzing around.”
Damn, my good intentions.
Watching Li Gui take Chi Xinrong away from Ma Wu Funeral Home, I leaned closer to the fat guy and shouted, “Fatty, I’m back! Fatty, I’m back…”
The fat guy seemed lost in thought, ignoring my presence. I knew he didn’t have the ability to see me; he was just staring at the bloodstains on his fingers, cursing, “Fuck Your Grandfather, Ma Qi, I’m not done with you yet. This world has you but not me.”
Damn! This is Li Gui's doing, making the fat guy see me as an enemy. Just as I was about to explain, a voice called out, “Ma Qi, Ma Qi, wake up!”
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