Spirit Ghost

"Little girl, how did you know?" Tubo's grandfather asked curiously. "It was exactly as you said. After that Yellow Skinner built the great tomb, he died seven days after the gravestone was put up. Then, one after another... In less than a year, more than a dozen members of Yellow Skinner's family had all died, every last one of them. Everyone in the district said it was eerie. That bastard Yellow Skinner really did build a great tomb and bury his whole family."

"Because there's a Spirit Ghost in Ghost Lantern Temple that's about to mature, an expert bought Ghost Lantern Temple and set up a seal to prevent the Spirit Ghost from harming people. But then someone demolished Ghost Lantern Temple and built a tomb on top of it. That was practically digging on top of a tiger's head... The Spirit Ghost could follow the aura on the gravestone back to the tomb's owner and his family, then devour their vital essence. Having the whole family die was already considered a good outcome. It was fortunate that the entire clan hadn't been wiped out." Soft Feather replied. This knowledge did not need to be kept secret from ordinary people, so she told him everything directly.

Tubo's grandfather fell silent for a long while. Then he stared at Soft Feather and spat out two words: "Superstition!"

"Young people should believe in science. Knowledge is power. Don't go learning all that superstitious nonsense about ghosts and gods!" Tubo's grandfather truly lived up to his reputation as a fashionable old man.

"Pfft~~" Shuhang couldn't help laughing aloud.

Yet after laughing, he felt a chill in his heart.

Was it really just superstition? Could something really have happened so coincidentally?

Soft Feather's face flushed red again, and she was terribly embarrassed. Sometimes, she was very thin-skinned.

Fortunately, Tubo's grandfather did not dwell on the topic for long. He was a talkative old man who knew all sorts of miscellaneous things from every corner of the world.

Shuhang and Soft Feather rested at Tubo's grandfather's house until nine that evening, and both host and guests had a wonderful time.

After borrowing a motorcycle from Tubo, Shuhang and Soft Feather returned to the hotel.

"Get some rest early." Shuhang felt exhausted in both body and mind after the long day. After saying goodbye to Soft Feather, he slipped into his room to rest.

Soft Feather waved sweetly.

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"Senior, wake up. Wake up." In his sleep, Song Shuhang felt a little pressure on his chest. Then a cool little hand began patting his face.

"Mm? Let me sleep a little longer. I'm so tired." Song Shuhang waved forcefully, knocking the thing on his face away.

"Senior, wake up quickly. It's almost time." Those two little hands vigorously rubbed his face.

The little hands were icy cold, but they felt very comfortable pressed against his face.

Still sleeping soundly, Shuhang could only drowsily open his eyes. He then discovered a breathtaking beauty sitting on his chest in a very seductive pose.

She had a large chest, a slender waist, long legs, and black hair reaching her waist. When her petite bottom sat on his chest, it felt soft and yielding... It was Soft Feather.

They said that what one thought about during the day would appear in one's dreams at night.

He had spent the entire day facing such a great beauty as Soft Feather, so it was only normal to dream of some ambiguous scenes with her at night. Thus, Song Shuhang grinned foolishly and continued sleeping.

"Senior, wake up." Soft Feather clamped Shuhang's cheeks between both hands and rubbed them vigorously.

Damn, this isn't a dream. In the middle of the night, Soft Feather really climbed into my bed.

More importantly... only he had the room card. How had Soft Feather gotten in? This was the twenty-third floor!

He looked at the time. It was eleven at night.

Miss, sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night like this is very easy to misinterpret.

"What is it?" Song Shuhang asked, doing his best to remain calm.

"Let's go to Ghost Lantern Temple," Soft Feather replied. "Spirit Ghosts are easiest to find at midnight."

"What? A Spirit Ghost?"

Miss, did you travel all the way to J City to find Ghost Lantern Temple just to catch some Spirit Ghost?

What kind of scam is this?

He had thought Soft Feather had come to find Ghost Lantern Temple for something important... He had never imagined that someone would travel thousands of miles to J City just to do something like 'catching a Spirit Ghost.'

"Fine, fine, I'll get up right away. But could you get off me first?" Song Shuhang said with a bitter smile. He was, after all, a perfectly normal man.

With such a breathtaking beauty sitting on top of him, he had already reacted. Seriously, wasn't this girl afraid that his inner wolf might awaken?

Er... perhaps Soft Feather really wasn't afraid. With her strength—she could take down five drunkards with a single whip-kick—if Song Shuhang's inner wolf truly awakened, the result would definitely be tragic.

Soft Feather braced herself with one hand and sprang off Shuhang with a beautiful aerial flip. She landed lightly beside the bed without making the slightest sound.

Shuhang helplessly got up, changed back into his clothes in the bathroom, and wiped his face to clear his head. Since he had already accompanied her all the way to J City, he might as well risk his life to accompany this lady and go crazy with her to the end.

"Are we taking the motorcycle?" Shuhang asked.

"Mm." Soft Feather nodded as she dragged her enormous suitcase along.

Song Shuhang asked, "Won't carrying such a huge suitcase be a problem?"

Soft Feather lightly flicked her slender hand, and the suitcase was propped overhead with one hand like a feather. "No problem. It doesn't take up any space."

Song Shuhang felt his knees go weak again.

He was glad he hadn't let his inner wolf run wild. Otherwise, by tomorrow, a man named 'Song Shuhang' might be returning wrapped in a horsehide shroud.

The roar of the motorcycle disturbed people's dreams in the dead of night. Song Shuhang decisively twisted the throttle wide open and quickly sped away from the hotel.

Following the directions Tubo's grandfather had given them, Shuhang and Soft Feather soon found the forest. It wasn't difficult to locate. The only reason no one knew that Ghost Lantern Temple had originally stood here was because this place had become a graveyard.

The motorcycle could go no farther, so they had to park and continue on foot.

"Do you need my help?" Shuhang asked.

"Don't worry, Senior. A mere Spirit Ghost can't hurt me. I'll deal with it very quickly. You just need to stand by and cover me." Soft Feather giggled.

As they spoke, the two arrived at the place where Huang Dagen's entire family had been buried.

The enormous tomb was shaped like a chair, a style that had been very popular fifty or sixty years ago. It was unclear whether Huang Dagen had known back then that his whole family was about to die, but the tomb he built was huge—just large enough to bury all fourteen members of four generations of the family.

Since it was the middle of the night, the graveyard looked rather gloomy and eerie.

Song Shuhang couldn't help pulling his coat tighter around himself and thinking, I'm not really going to run into a ghost, am I?

On the other side, Soft Feather had already begun moving.

When she opened her large case, a layer of gleaming light shone from within. Song Shuhang could see stacks of jade tablets, more than a hundred of them!

There was also a large purple-gold bell. It seemed like copper but wasn't copper, seemed like gold but wasn't gold, yet it gave off the feeling that it was—very expensive!

"Whew!" Soft Feather gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. Her black hair began to move without any wind, and she looked heroic and spirited!

Then Soft Feather reached into the case and pulled out one silver metal rod after another, sticking them in a circle around the great tomb. Those silver rods also seemed very expensive. She then took out a string of talisman papers threaded together with fine cord and wound it around the silver rods.

That wasn't all. She took out various powders and scattered them around the edge of the graveyard. No one knew what those powders were, but after they were sprinkled down, they gave off a faint glow that was extremely beautiful.

Song Shuhang found a clean stone and sat down, watching Soft Feather busy herself around the tomb.

Before he knew it, drowsiness began to wash over him, and his vision grew hazy.

He had no idea how much time passed.

When Song Shuhang drowsily opened his eyes again, he saw Soft Feather dancing gracefully across the graveyard... Dancing in a graveyard in the middle of the night—the girl's interests were truly unique!

Huh? There seemed to be two clusters of green light flickering beside her, as if they were dancing accompaniment for Soft Feather. They were very beautiful. The only regret was that the setting was less than picturesque; the graveyard turned this beautiful scene into something eerie.

With such a beautiful sight, he should obviously take a picture and preserve it!

Shuhang reached into his pocket for his phone. Song Shuhang's nerves were truly enormous. An ordinary person's first reaction upon seeing this scene would probably be to wet themselves in terror. Yet this fellow was actually thinking of recording it.

Still in a daze, he accidentally stiffened his hand, and the phone slipped from his pocket and fell to the ground.

The glow from the phone's screen faintly illuminated a strange object at his feet.