Chapter 371 - Mo Chou (9) <2-in-1> (1/2)

Once upon a time, a man nearing the age of 20, who never took part in the disgusting practices of this village, existed. He was handsome and had a very warm smile that could charm thousands of girls. With his appearance alone which was above even some of the most popular male idols, he would not have to force an outsider to wed herself to him. Many would have volunteered to send themselves to him, ignoring the fact that he was from a remote place... if he had managed to show himself to the world.

Unfortunately, this did not happen. He died young and without a wife.

The reason he did not take part in their stupid and wicked ways of getting a wife was... well… not really because he was noble or what. It was simply because he was not right in the head. Right. the crazy, mentally lacking kind.

It was a sad fact but unfortunately, people like him do exist. He was one of those who could barely function and was always staring blankly ahead or sporting expressionless face all day long. He was not close to anyone. The only member of his family was his aged grandmother. Given his condition, why would anyone care about brainwashing him? His grandmother too did not have much money, as it was a time when the village was very rarely interacting with the outside world. She couldn't purchase his poor grandson a wife even if she wanted to.

His condition coupled with his poor background made him destine for a sad life. But it was also because of this that he could maintain his humanity.

One time he tried to help a woman escape. However, he ended up being killed by one of the men, his body thrown in the forest for wild beasts to feed on.

Since then, the autistic guy who had been the shame of the village ceased into being. Very few people mourned for his death as he was hated for his illness and face by the men, while the women who were supposed to adore him were long brainwashed to be indifferent to everything apart from their husbands and children.

On how he ended up a soul chained in a dark place somewhere in the spiritual realm, Jiang Li did not know. The remnant feelings of his soul-client only brought him here due to some nostalgic memories. His Original wanted to check on his grandmother.

'So many years passed. Is that old woman still alive?'

Jiang Li entered the rundown house that seemed abandoned for years. Sure enough, when he ventured further in, the furniture and other decors inside were covered in a thick layer of dust. There was no trace of human activities there for years. He suspected the old lady, a poor woman also trafficked from outside, had already died. Sadness overwhelmed him as he thought the old lady was very pitiful to pass away without her family sending her off.

The feeling stayed with him for several minutes.

After that, the soul-client seemed to be in agreement with him that he should now let go. The strong desire to explore finally vanished after Jiang Li put his palms together for a brief prayer.

Only moments later did he realize how odd his action was just now.

Was it really okay for a ghost to pray for another ghost?

”I'm suddenly embarrassed.” The guy couldn't help but scratch the back of his head before chuckling.

Jiang Li exited from the house and then went back to the temple. He planned to wait outside. He had no desire to tour around since there was nothing much to see in a poor village like this. The ghosts here were not good bunch too so he also had no plan to socialize with them.

Arriving under a tall Chinese Pine tree, he looked in the direction of the temple and then found several youths at the entrance. He finally managed to take a glimpse of the beautiful heroine, Zhao Ai, the daughter of the village.

Decades since the death of Xu Heni, Jiang Li's Original, Zhao Ai became the sole humane person in the village who had never accepted nor taken pride in her fellow villagers' practice.

In front, the girl snubbed Fan Zheng's handsome smiling face and his hand that was extended for a handshake.

”I don't make friends with egotistical foreigners.” Zhao Ai said icily to the group without forgetting to make a disdainful face while looking at them from head to toe.

Somewhere nearby, Jiang Li, this thousand-year-old ghost, was having fun imitating her, from the angle of her mouth to her body posture and hand gestures. If the system was around, it would have gave him an odd look already, wondering if this ghost was also possessed or swapped away or if he had received the wrong memories of his soul-client.

By the way, Zhao Guo was present too. He had just come back from the shop of their local healer, the herbs he purchased were for the injured students.

Seeing his daughter's behavior, his face turned dark. He quickened his footsteps while roaring in anger, ”Ai! Stop being rude to our guests! Take back your words!”

Zhao Ai was surprised by her father's arrival and instinctively looked at him, wiping off the arrogant expression on her face. ”Dad,” she timidly called out.

The man scowled at her. Afterward, he turned to Fan Zheng and the others with embarrassment. Bowing his head lightly, he then said, ”I'm sorry, I will talk to my child and give you an account after this. Ai, come home with me!”

The latter was said in a stern tone.

But the female lead seemed to be angered by her father's humble attitude towards the outsiders so her rebelliousness emerged again. She glared at Fan Zheng before protesting, ”Dad, why do we need to be so polite with these people? I have a reason for saying I don't want to befriend them! They're haunted by the malicious beings of the forest, I'm sure there's something wrong with them. They might have even brought those dirty things inside our village! They are endangering us!”