Chapter 20: Spirit Ghost (1/2)

Chapter 20: Spirit Ghost

“Little girl, how do you know of this?” Tubo’s grandpa asked curiously. “Indeed, since the time that Trickster Huang constructed the tomb, seven days after he hung up the tombstone, he died. And then, one after another… within the span of a year, all of the ten-plus members of his family were wiped out. Everyone in the district was saying that there was something supernatural about it. They say that Trickster Huang, that b.a.s.t.a.r.d, built a huge tomb and doomed his entire family.”

“Because that Ghost Lamp Temple contains ghosts that are about to reach maturity, a discerning person bought the temple and laid down a seal so as to prevent the ghosts and spirits from harming humans. But someone actually destroyed the temple to build a tomb on the land. That’s virtually leaping on the earth G.o.d’s head to cause trouble (i.e. deliberately angering a far greater power)… By following the energy of the tombstone, the spirits were able to track down the owner of the tomb and his family members, and consume their life energy. For the entire family to die can be considered fortunate; as long as nine generations after him are spared, he’s lucky.” Soft Feather replied. These pieces of information were not considered secrets to ordinary people so she was able to say them.

Tubo’s grandpa fell into a long silence. He affixed his gaze on Soft Feather before calling out two words, “Blind superst.i.tion!”

“Youngster, believe in science, knowledge is power. Don’t learn from those ghostly superst.i.tions!” Tubo’s grandpa was undeniably a modern-minded old man.

“Pffft–” Shuhang could not help but laugh out loud.

But after he laughed, a chill ran through his heart.

Was it really something as simple as just superst.i.tion? Could there really be such a coincidence?

Soft Feather’s face instantly turned red from embarra.s.sment; sometimes she was really thin-skinned.

It was a good thing that Tubo’s grandpa didn’t nitpick too much about this topic. He was a very conversational old man and possessed all kinds of knowledge from all around the world.

Shuhang and Soft Feather rested at Tubo’s grandpa’s home until nine o’clock that night, both hosts and the guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

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

“Rest early.” Shuhang felt that after everything that had transpired in this day, both his body and mind were exhausted. After bidding Soft Feather goodbye, he entered his room to rest.

Soft Feather sweetly smiled and waved.

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“Senior, wake up. Wake up.” In the midst of his dreams, Shuhang felt as though his chest was being rather suffocated, before a small, icy hand patted his face.

“Uwh? Let me sleep a bit more… I’m sleepy.” Song Shuhang waved his hand vigorously, swatting away the thing on his face.

“Senior, wake up now. It’s almost time.” Those two dainty hands rubbed his face strenuously.

The hands were icy cold, and very comfortable as they pressed against his face.

Shuhang who had been sleeping soundly had no choice but to blearily open his eyes. Then, he realised that there was an unsurpa.s.sed beauty sitting on his chest in a very s.e.xual manner.

Big b.r.e.a.s.t.s, long slender legs, black long hair that reached her waist, the soft sensation of a tight a.s.s pressed against his chest… it was Soft Feather.

The proverb goes “What you think about during the day, you will dream about at night.”

During the day, he had spent all his time with this beauty, Soft Feather, so it wasn’t strange at all that he would dream about her at night in such shady scenarios. Hence, Song Shuhang smiled stupidly before falling asleep again.

“Senior, wake up!” Soft Feather pinched Shuhang’s cheeks with both hands, rubbing them with force.

d.a.m.n it, this isn’t a dream. In the middle of the night, Soft Feather had crawled into his bed.

More importantly… only he possessed his room key. How had Soft Feather entered the room? This was the twenty-third floor!

He glanced at the time. It was 11 o’clock and approaching midnight.

Girl, feeling your way into my bed in the middle of the night, this could very easily mislead people.

“What’s up?” Song Shuhang tried his hardest to calm his demeanor and asked.

“Let’s go to the Ghost Lamp Temple,” Soft Feather replied. “Midnight is when it’s easiest to find ghosts.”

What? Ghosts?

Girl, you’ve traveled thousands of miles to J City just to catch those random ghosts?

What kind of c.r.a.p is this?

He had thought that Soft Feather wanted to find the Ghost Lamp Temple because of some important thing… He had never even imagined that someone could use “catching ghosts” as an excuse to rush thousands of miles to reach J City.

With this super beauty Soft Feather sitting on top of him, he had long since experienced a reaction. Was this girl unafraid that his predatory instincts would take over him?