Want to Read a Ghost Story?

It wasn't until the very end that Ma Feifei realized that Yun Qingyang weren't because of that... but rather because she overheard Luan Feng and Ma Feifei's conversation and decided to have Ma Feifei write a book for her.

"Sigh..." Ma Feifei sighed, but whether it was with relief or regret was unknown.

"Don't you dislike reading? Why are you suddenly making this request?" Ma Feifei asked, puzzled.

As Bookstore employee, Yun Qingyang has the right to view all the books in Bookstore for free, but Yun Qingyang isn't interested in them. Although she might browse through them occasionally out of boredom, it's just a cursory glance...

Regarding reading, Yun Qingyang once said that it was more interesting to sit on a small stool and gaze at the sky in a daze, because that didn't require much brainpower.

Unexpectedly, she's now thinking of having Ma Feifei write a book for her!

Yun Qingyang thought for a moment and replied, "Those books aren't good. You write one that's good."

"There are so many books in the Bookstore, and you can't even finish reading one. What do you think I can write?" Ma Feifei pouted.

The Bookstore currently has over three hundred books of all kinds: martial arts, romance, pure love, epic Huaxia historical novels, and fairy tales—basically every genre is represented. Yet, Yun Qingyang doesn't like a single one of them. What is Ma Feifei supposed to do?

Yun Qingyang bit her lip and said softly, "Those books on the bookshelf are all about fighting and killing, so boring."

"But there are also books about love and romance!" Ma Feifei replied.

"But I can't understand it..." Yun Qingyang said, feeling wronged.

Upon hearing this, Ma Feifei immediately understood. Although Yun Qingyang had lived for tens of thousands of years, she was actually no different from a young girl and knew nothing about love and romance, so she found those kinds of books uninteresting.

"So, do you have any ideas about what kind of books you'd like to read?" Ma Feifei stroked his chin, guiding him.

Yun Qingyang frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "It has to be good-looking!"

"..." Ma Feifei was speechless; it was as if he hadn't said anything at all.

Ma Feifei didn't bother to count on her at the moment. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Do you like reading military books? The kind about leading troops into battle?"

Yun Qingyang shook her head and said, "I don't like it."

Ma Feifei thought for a moment and asked, "What about books like the Pokémon manga? Except instead of Pokémon, it's a story about a beautiful girl who represents the moon to defeat bad guys."

Yun Qingyang thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Ma Feifei frowned and said, "Perhaps my language wasn't very clear. Please wait a moment."

After saying that, Ma Feifei ran into the Bookstore, took out his drawing tools and paper, and drew a portrait of Sailor Moon. Pointing to the Sailor Moon figure, he said, "Look, that's her. Isn't she incredibly cute? Do you like her?"

Yun Qingyang didn't even need to consider it this time; she shook her head and said, "I don't like it."

"I don't like it..." Ma Feifei pondered for a moment, then turned to the next page, which featured a drawing of a boy in yellow clothes with a Ninetales behind him. He said, "How about this one? It tells the story of this underdog boy who aspires to become the strongest in his village and protect it."

Yun Qingyang shook her head again.

Ma Feifei thought for a moment, then began to draw again. On the drawing, two boys were kneeling on either side, with a Go board between them. Ma Feifei pointed to the drawing and said, "And this one? This tells the story of a young boy in the world of Go who strives to learn and grow in the game."

Yun Qingyang shook her head again.

Ma Feifei sighed, casually drew two pigs on the paper, and said, "What about this one?"

Yun Qingyang asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Social pigs! Lots of people like them," Ma Feifei said.

Yun Qingyang looked at it and, although she thought it was quite cute, she ultimately shook her head.

Ma Feifei then drew a short man carrying a load and a stunningly beautiful woman on it, saying, "You'll definitely like this one."

Yun Qingyang looked puzzled.

Ma Feifei pointed to the short man carrying the load and said, "This man is called Wu Dalang, and the woman next to him is his wife, Pan Jinlian."

"So what is this story about?" Yun Qingyang seemed to have become interested.

Ma Feifei paused for a moment, glanced at Yun Qingyang, crushed the drawing paper, and said, "Let's move on to the next one."

Yun Qingyang looked puzzled.

"That book isn't suitable for you. Oh, I just remembered a comic book you'd definitely like!" Ma Feifei said, picking up her paintbrush and sketching a young man and a child on the paper. Then she said to Yun Qingyang, "Look at these two people, can you see anything?"

Looking at the two figures on the drawing paper, Yun Qingyang answered seriously, "One is a child, and the other is an adult."

"..."

Ma Feifei was silent for a moment, then praised, "That makes sense. Do you know what? They are actually the same person."

"The same person?" Yun Qingyang looked bewildered.

Ma Feifei explained, "The story goes like this: This adult was a detective, or you could think of him as a spy. While he was following a man in black, the man in black accidentally used some mysterious thing to Minimize his body, and then he became the child in the painting."

Ma Feifei pointed to Shinichi Kudo above, glanced at him, and noticed that Yun Qingyang seemed somewhat interested. He then continued, "This little boy, in order to continue tracking the Men in Black and investigating the organization behind them, devised a plan. He used his Minimize appearance to disguise himself in a detective's house, hoping to use the detective to find the Black Organization. That's roughly the story. Do you want it?"

Yun Qingyang seemed somewhat interested in the story Ma Feifei was telling; at least, she had been thinking about it ever since she finished Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei was delighted at the sight of it, but Yun Qingyang shook his head and said, "It sounds interesting, but it seems too complicated. What if we don't understand it? Let's choose another one."

Ma Feifei felt that she had drawn all the categories she could think of, and really couldn't think of any other types.

For a fleeting moment, Ma Feifei really wanted to write that book about Jin Mei and give this naive mother dragon, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, a lesson in naivety.

But...

"Sigh! I'm afraid I really have no other choice. You don't like the books of all types in the Bookstore, and you don't like the ones I draw either. I've thought of almost every type. I'm at my wit's end. I can't possibly draw a ghost for you, can I?" Ma Feifei said weakly, slumped in the rocking chair.

As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly stood up, staring intently at Yun Qingyang, and asked, "A ghost story? Do you want to read it?"