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The boy was in so much pain that he could hardly think; propping himself up with his palms on the cold ground, he suddenly paused.

Did I… come down?

Chuzheng floated down.

The boy looked up, and underneath his messy hair, a pair of beautiful eyes appeared.

“It’s not an illusion?”

Chuzheng reached out and touched his head, the soft hair somewhat improved her mood, but the boy did not feel as good.

“So cold…” He felt as if ice was placed on top of his head.

Now he was in pain and cold.

“Little Beauty, Little Beauty, what did I do to offend you? Please spare me,” the boy pleaded softly.

Chuzheng withdrew her hand: “Why were you hung up here?”

Rubbing his arms to warm up, the boy muttered gloomily: “Master was angry at me for running around, so he ordered my senior brothers to punish me, and they tied me up.”

This was the most remote place on Taokong Mountain; he usually lived here alone, and even if he shouted himself hoarse, no one would hear.

“Little Beauty, why are you here?”

“I should be the one asking you that.”

“I don’t know.” The boy shook his head, baffled: “I suddenly saw you, and I thought it was an illusion.”

The boy pinched himself, his face contorted in pain: “Not a dream.”

Chuzheng: “…”

“Achoo!”

The boy sneezed, sniffling hard before turning with a smile: “Little Beauty, you must have come especially to rescue me, you’re really a good ghost.”

His eyes sparkled as he said this.

Yes, yes, yes, I’m a good person.

However, the King’s Account showed no reaction.

Chuzheng: “…” Little liar.

“Achoo!” The boy sneezed again.

“Get up,” Chuzheng said, stepping aside.

The boy got up, hugged his arms, and hobbled inside, not forgetting to beckon Chuzheng: “Little Beauty, come in quickly, it’s so cold outside.”

The room’s light came on, Chuzheng floated to the doorway but did not enter.

The room made her uncomfortable.

The boy seemed to remember something, walked to the side, and tore down a few talismans.

“All right.” He tossed the talisman paper into a drawer: “Come in quickly.”

With the talisman paper torn down, that bit of discomfort disappeared.

Chuzheng floated into the room.

The room was spartan, with a bed, a table, two chairs, and two old cupboards standing beside them.

“I usually live alone, so it’s a bit simple, feel free to sit anywhere,” said the boy, his tone carrying a hint of dejection.

“It is quite simple,” Chuzheng agreed with him.

The boy laughed, a mixture of resignation and indifference.

The boy was not wearing the same dragon-embroidered garments he had on last time; they were somewhat dirty.

He rummaged through the cupboard for the dragon-embroidered clothes and turned to look at Chuzheng.

Chuzheng’s face remained indifferent. What are you looking at me for? Is there something on my face?

The boy spoke up: “Little Beauty, do you want to watch me change clothes?”

Chuzheng: “…”

Chuzheng turned away, rustling sounds coming from behind her.

“It’s done.” The boy’s crisp voice came through, and as Chuzheng turned back, the boy put down the dirty clothes and stretched out: “Much more comfortable.”

The next second, he grimaced in pain and drew his arms back in.

He rummaged for medicine, hastily treated himself, and sat down on the chair next to Chuzheng, leaning on the table to look at her, his chin pressing down on the dragon embroidered on his sleeve, making his skin look even more fair.

“Little Beauty, are you really a ghost?”

“What else?”

The boy tried reaching out and poked the back of Chuzheng’s hand. He withdrew his hand, resting his chin on it: “Seeing me, don’t you have any other urges?”

“What urges?”

“So…” the boy thought for a moment, “excited, thrilled?”

“No.” Why would I have such impulses towards you, has this little liar been in the mountains too long, possibly gone mad?

“Then why do other ghosts, when they see me, act as if they’ve seen their long-lost brothers and sisters and can hardly wait to tear me apart and devour me?”

Chuzheng: “…” Your description is kind of interesting.

What kind of brothers and sisters could be so ferocious.

“Maybe you’re easier to bully.”

“…” The boy’s face darkened slightly, and after a moment, he murmured, “Indeed.”

Even the least skilled of his ‘senior brothers’ could hold their own against a ghost for a few moves.

Only he, besides being able to see ghosts, had no abilities whatsoever.

“Little Beauty, you’re really pretty, the prettiest ghost I’ve ever seen.”

Chuzheng with an indifferent face.

Given he said he was a good person, it’s likely not sincere.

“Why would I appear here in the first place?”

Chuzheng looked at the boy, who was already asleep on the table.

Chuzheng: “…”

Do you fall asleep instantly?

Chuzheng floated out of the room, but a moment later, she turned back, moved the boy to the bed, and casually pulled over a blanket to cover him.

She should be on Taokong Mountain right now.

—The outskirts of Dongfu City.

Even though it was not far from Dongfu City, she couldn’t just appear on the mountain out of thin air!

Chuzheng drifted back to Dongfu City overnight but was delayed by a few dimwitted ghosts. By the time she found Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue, it was already morning.

Before she could do anything, the next time she opened her eyes, she was back in that ancient room.

Chuzheng: “…”

What the hell!!

Chuzheng, feeling a little irate, kicked the table.

The table, unable to bear the burden, collapsed into pieces, ending its service life.

Chuzheng: “…”

I just kicked it gently, how could it collapse? This is a set-up! It has nothing to do with me!

Chuzheng quickly withdrew her foot and stepped far back, to show she had nothing to do with it.

“Water…”

The boy on the bed murmured in his sleep.

Chuzheng drifted over, the boy’s little face buried in the blanket, showing only his profile.

The side of his face was slightly flushed, his hair damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead.

“Water…”

Chuzheng looked around the room, where was there water?

Her gaze landed on the carved wooden basin at the door…

[Miss, please do something human for once.] King’s Account was somewhat desperate.

“I’m not human, how can I do human things?”

[…] Miss is actually quite nice, quite nice, King’s Account brainwashed itself, [Miss, if you go out and take the small path to the left, there is clean spring water there.]

Chuzheng’s eyes coldly fixed on the void: “You actually want me, a ghost, to wander around in a sect that specializes in catching ghosts?”

[… Miss, you’re not afraid.] King’s Account was a bit scared.

“Water… I want water…” the boy’s voice was hoarse, and in discomfort he pulled down the blanket, revealing a feverishly red face.

Chuzheng glanced at him, annoyed, and left the room.

When she returned with the water, she found a male ghost beside the bed, staring menacingly at the boy.

Chuzheng stood at the doorway, and asked calmly, “What are you doing.”

The male ghost was startled, and in the next second, his fingernails stretched out, aiming for the boy’s neck.

Just as the male ghost was about to touch the boy’s neck, a chill seeped in, and the next second, the ghost’s body was flung out, crashing into the cabinet.

He passed through the cabinet and rolled onto the floor.

The male ghost had a ferocious look in his eye, filled with malice.

“You nosy wench, stop meddling in others’ business!”

Chuzheng stepped on the male ghost’s chest, and he struggled a few times, but Chuzheng suppressed him. She leaned forward slightly and asked calmly, “Or what?”