Chapter 109: Chapter 109: 109: Dispel the Evil Spirit (7)

Chuzheng’s gaze was calm, and so was her tone, yet the male ghost instinctively felt danger.

This female ghost, it seemed she could kill him with ease.

Chuzheng pressed down hard with her foot, and the male ghost suddenly cried out, “Don’t, don’t kill me. If you kill me, he won’t live either.”

He…

Xia Han?

Chuzheng turned to look at the boy on the bed, then back at the male ghost, feeling somewhat frustrated internally.

Could this ghost be the first evil ghost Xia Han encountered?

She had clearly saved him, so how could Xia Han have come across this evil ghost?

Chuzheng looked around and picked up a glass bottle from the cupboard, opened the lid, and aimed the opening at the evil ghost, “Get in.”

The evil ghost was confounded, “Huh?”

“Get in.”

Two words, calm and unemotional, yet they filled the evil ghost with a sense of ferocity.

“Okay, okay, I’m going in.”

He darted into the bottle, and Chuzheng quickly sealed it tight, “Try to run and see what happens.”

The evil ghost, feeling threatened, hugged himself tightly, curling into a ball.

He’s the evil ghost!

He is indeed!

Chuzheng walked over to the bed, helped Xia Han sit up, and roughly fed him water.

Chuzheng was cold to the touch while Xia Han was burning up. After she finished giving him water, he clung to her, unwilling to let go.

“So comfortable.” Xia Han nuzzled Chuzheng’s shoulder, finding a cozy spot to nestle in.

Chuzheng pried him off only for him to cling to her again immediately.

Chuzheng thought he would hold her for a while and let go once he cooled down, but he kept his grip on her all morning, and his body temperature did not decrease.

The evil ghost’s voice came out from the bottle, “He’s got a fever, you need to find him some medicine.”

Chuzheng raised her hand, and the bottle flew into it, “Go find it, and don’t even think about running. It would be very easy for me to find you.”

The evil ghost was released, and he slapped himself in the face.

Serves you right for running your mouth.

But this person couldn’t die, at least not like this.

Feeling aggrieved, the evil ghost went to find medicine, and after Chuzheng fed it to Xia Han, the high fever subsided by the evening.

“Cough cough cough…”

Xia Han woke up, his throat itching, and went into a coughing fit.

He only felt dizzy and light-footed, a bitter taste in his mouth, and a bit nauseous.

Where was he?

Was he dead?

“Little Beauty…” As his vision gradually focused, he saw the person… no, the ghost sitting by his side.

The young man, perhaps thinking of something, turned pale with fear, “Am I, have I also become a ghost?”

“Do you want to become a ghost?” Chuzheng asked expressionlessly, producing a knife.

Xia Han instantly sobered up, “No, no, I don’t. Little Beauty, be calm.”

He pressed down on Chuzheng’s hand, feeling the warmth of his hand different from Chuzheng’s, and Xia Han breathed a sigh of relief. So he wasn’t dead.

The evil ghost suggested that Xia Han might have picked up some yin energy at the Ghost Market, and then hanging outside, he fell sick from the double torment.

However, given Xia Han’s unique constitution, it was just an illness, not life-threatening.

“Take the medicine.” Chuzheng handed him the medicine and water.

“This water…” Xia Han was slightly averse.

“Footbath water.” Chuzheng said expressionlessly.

“…” Xia Han inspected the water, which was clean and likely spring water.

“So bitter.” Xia Han gulped down the water, his face scrunching up.

“Good medicine tastes bitter.”

“Ptooey ptooey ptooey.” Xia Han made a face of disgust. It was so bitter. What kind of medicine was this? It didn’t taste like any cold medicine he had taken before!

Xia Han didn’t see the packaging and didn’t dare to ask the stone-faced Chuzheng, so he let it be.

After drinking a few sips of water, he felt the bitterness lessen a bit, “Little Beauty, have you been here the whole time?”

“Yes.”

“Little Beauty, you’re so kind.” Xia Han’s eyes curved in a smile, and his whole demeanor seemed to brighten with sunshine.

Chuzheng glanced at him and tossed him the bottle, “This ghost, it’s yours.”

The bottle was cold, Xia Han had not minded it before, but as he caught it instinctively, Chuzheng’s subsequent words froze him in place.

He swallowed hard, “Is it that really ugly man?”

Recalling the Evil Ghost’s appearance, Chuzheng nodded, “Mhm.”

Evil Ghost: “…” Who’s ugly!! Who’s ugly!!

After a pause, Chuzheng asked, “Do you know him?”

“After I came back from the Ghost Market, he’s been following me…” Xia Han’s voice weakened a bit, “I’ve told him to leave, but he refuses, claiming there’s some kind of pact between us.”

“Are you very afraid of him?”

Xia Han didn’t show much fear.

He glanced at Chuzheng, neither nodded nor shook his head, but simply said, “He’s very fierce, his gaze is like knives, I don’t like him.”

That meant he was afraid.

Chuzheng: “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Little Beauty is different.” Xia Han set the bottle down.

“How is it different?”

He looked up slightly, his eyes glowing, “It feels different, I think you won’t hurt me.”

The first time he saw her, he wasn’t scared of her.

He had seen many ghosts, Evil Spirits, regular ghosts; as a child, he was always scared of them, but as he grew older, he learned to hide his fear.

He wasn’t fearless, he just knew that being afraid was pointless.

They could harm him.

All he could do was try his best to survive.

The more fear he felt, the less chance he had of surviving, so he couldn’t afford to be scared, at least not outwardly.

The room fell silent for a while until Chuzheng took the bottle from him, breaking the stillness, “You said there’s a pact between you two? What kind of pact?”

Xia Han shook his head.

Chuzheng released the Evil Ghost, “You tell me.”

The Evil Ghost’s gaze darted around, clearly scheming something.

Chuzheng lifted the knife in her hand again.

The Evil Ghost immediately became compliant, “It’s a sort of Ghost Pact…”

The Evil Ghost, originally planning to deceive Chuzheng, didn’t dare to speak carelessly upon meeting her gaze and answered honestly, “He’s sort of like my master now.”

Such a Ghost Pact normally couldn’t be made by just anyone.

Out of millions of people, there might not even be one who could do it.

Chuzheng thought about her own inexplicable appearance here.

“So, is the ghost that formed the pact obliged to stay by the master’s side?”

“Not necessarily, but if the master summons, I must return.” The Evil Ghost answered carefully, eyes fixed on the knife in Chuzheng’s hand.

Chuzheng: “…” What the hell!

Without showing any surprise, Chuzheng calmly said, “Since he’s your master, you better protect him well.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” The Evil Ghost nodded repeatedly.

Chuzheng ordered the Evil Ghost back into the bottle and tossed it to Xia Han.

“Will he harm me again?”

“He wouldn’t dare.”

Xia Han nodded trustingly, marveling, “Little Beauty, you’re so powerful.”

Chuzheng deadpanned, “It’s alright.”

Xia Han was first taken aback, then burst into a snicker, “Little Beauty, you’re really cute.”

Confirming Xia Han was alright, Chuzheng told him she was heading back to Dongfu City. Xia Han didn’t try to keep her, just said she should come to visit him when she had time.

Chuzheng was noncommittal.

Chuzheng left Taokong Mountain, drifting toward Dongfu City.

When had she formed a Ghost Pact with Xia Han?

Chuzheng carefully reflected on what happened at the Ghost Market, finally focusing on the fleeting kiss like a dragonfly skimming water.

At that moment, she felt an abnormal warmth in her body, mistakenly believing it was the boy’s body heat, a sensation produced by their physical contact.

Now, she realized, it was the power of the pact…

I mustn’t let him find out!!