Chapter 5: After Abandoning the Unruly Villain 5: What on earth do you want the Green Spirit Stone for...

Feng Lingwu and Fu Wei were lying on the same bed, each covered with a quilt.

Maybe it was because he was used to his bed or because there was someone else next to him, but there was always a faint fragrance lingering around his nose. It smelled nice, but disturbing. Feng Lingwu tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he stole glances at Fu Wei.

The night light at the head of the bed was on. Fu Wei was sleeping in a straight position, looking gentle and peaceful, with her hands placed in front of her body. Her eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow. Her skin was as white as snow, and her lips were a light pink, looking so soft.

During these days of getting along, Feng Lingwu discovered that although Fu Wei held a grudge, she was very kind to him.

I will teach him some small techniques and tell him how to practice.

She also said that she wanted to gain weight, so I really asked him to exchange the jewelry on her body for money, and from then on she lived a life with meat every meal.

It’s just that Fu Wei is very picky.

The reason why he was made a servant was simply because his precious master was too frail to take care of himself and needed someone to teach him.

How strange.

Feng Lingwu thought gloomily.

How could there be someone like Fu Wei in the world?

Unconsciously, Feng Lingwu was lost in thought as he stared at Fu Wei's sleeping face, his gaze becoming increasingly fiery.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

At some point, Fu Wei, who should have been sleeping peacefully, glanced at him sideways. Her glass-clear eyes were full of doubts, and under the warm color of the night light, they looked even more gentle.

The distance between them was getting closer, Feng Lingwu's heart skipped a beat and he stepped back a little.

For some reason, Feng Lingwu felt a little guilty: "I...I can't sleep."

Fu Wei: "Really? I thought you were going to finish me off while I was asleep."

Feng Lingwu: "I didn't!"

Fu Wei: "Then what do you want to do?"

Feng Lingwu stammered, "...I just think you're pretty."

Fu Wei chuckled softly, turned sideways, and faced him: "Xiao Lingwu, are you teasing me?"

Feng Lingwu's cheeks flushed: "..." Damn it, how can they say what's in their hearts!

"I'm not!" Feng Lingwu hugged the quilt, his eyes wandering, and said stubbornly, "You're just a little bit pretty. When I grow up, I will definitely be prettier than you!"

The villain's appearance is of course impeccable.

It's just that it hasn't grown up yet, but it's worth affirming that it looks very good. If Fuwei is a snow-white ragdoll cat, Feng Lingwu is a ferocious tabby cat who likes to show his teeth at every turn.

Upon hearing this, Fu Wei raised her hand and tucked the hair on Feng Lingwu's forehead behind her ear, then looked at Feng Lingwu's head: "Well, wait until I raise you a little bit, then I'll see if what you said is true."

"Then you wait." Feng Lingwu felt a little itchy behind his ear.

After teasing Feng Lingwu, Fu Wei felt much better. He thought he would have a good dream tonight, so he said, "Go to sleep."

Feng Lingwu couldn't sleep any more. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Fu Wei's wrist. He took the initiative to lean into Fu Wei's arms and said in a rather sweet voice, "Fu Wei, can I ask you a question?"

Fu Wei: "You ask."

Feng Lingwu: "Why did you choose me as your apprentice?"

The fatigue was swept away, and Fu Wei was a little dazed, as if lost in some memories.

Feng Lingwu: "Fu Wei?"

Fu Wei came back to his senses: "Hmm?"

Feng Lingwu: "Is it because my blood can awaken the ancient painting?"

"Almost." Fu Wei said, "I am a painting spirit. Only the blood of a pure spirit body can awaken me, so only you can awaken me."

Feng Lingwu: "Just blood?"

Fu Wei chuckled: "Maybe it's because you and I are destined to be together. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you."

Feng Lingwu's cheeks turned red again and his heart was beating like a drum.

Fu Wei knows what she is talking about? She always likes to tease him.

It took Feng Lingwu a while to recover, and he became curious again: "So, were you born a painting spirit?"

Fu Wei: “No.”

Feng Lingwu: "Then how did you get into the painting?"

Fu Wei was unwilling to answer, and looked at him with a half-smile: "If you have so much to say, I don't mind using other methods to make you shut up."

Feng Lingwu quickly hid his head in the quilt.

How could he forget that this guy looked like a handsome and elegant gentleman, but was actually a very bad person at heart?

Seeing Feng Lingwu looking at him pitifully with only a pair of eyes exposed, Fu Wei really felt like he was raising a little pet. He pulled the quilt down to prevent Feng Lingwu from suffocating him, rubbed his head, and coaxed him gently, "Okay, go to sleep. If you continue like this, the evil spirit won't come out."

"One last question..." Feng Lingwu asked in a muffled voice, "What exactly do you want the Green Spirit Stone for?"

Fu Wei: “It’s very important to me.”

Feng Lingwu: “Oh.”

Fu Wei frowned: "Are you still not sleeping?"

Feng Lingwu was actually a little sleepy. He nodded obediently and saw that Fu Wei did not resist his closeness, so he bravely snuggled into Fu Wei's arms again.

It's strange that this little kid still gets scared.

Quite clingy.

Fu Wei raised his eyebrows, put his hand on Feng Lingwu's back, patted him gently, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, go to sleep."

Feng Lingwu felt a pang in his heart and buried his head even lower, without saying a word.

He was not afraid, but suddenly wanted to give it a try. What was the difference between having someone accompany him and hold him and sleeping alone?

There is a difference.

Because it is warm.

It's not cold.

There were no ghosts to bother him, and even the long dark night seemed less unbearable, with a sense of warmth.

…

“Tick-tock—”

“Tick-tock—”

Something was dripping from the ceiling.

The air froze, the faint sound of wind outside the window disappeared, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, as if everything was still.

In such a quiet and dark space, even breathing is suppressed, and human perception is magnified countless times.

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, a very heavy sound, like a large animal crawling on the ground, getting closer and closer, and finally sticking close to the bed.

The night light seemed to have short-circuited, flickering stubbornly, and finally with a "click", the world returned to darkness.

In the dark corner, a touch of red is burning hot.

The disheveled female ghost slowly climbed onto the bed, her nails growing rapidly as she slowly stretched them towards the unconscious person on the bed, muttering to herself, "It hurts so much... It hurts so much..."

The sound became sharper and louder, almost shattering the eardrums. The blood-red nails were raised high and struck Fu Wei's heart fiercely.

Just one inch!

Just a little bit!

Just when the female ghost was about to take out Fu Wei's heart in one go, a golden talisman appeared, and the seal characters on it floated up, blocking the fatal blow.

Fu Wei then opened his eyes and looked at the female ghost indifferently.

Feng Lingwu beside him drew out his dagger without saying a word and started stabbing randomly.

The female ghost wailed in pain, roaring in her throat, and knocked Feng Lingwu's dagger away. The whole ghost instantly moved back several meters, with her hands and feet pressed against the corner of the ceiling.

Her hair was disheveled, revealing her blood-red eyes. Her tattered red dress was dangling, and blood was dripping down from it.

Feng Lingwu gasped: "Is she Zhao Nan's mother?"

Fu Wei calmly got up from the bed and nodded affirmatively: "It's her. Her eyes are exactly the same as in the photo. Very beautiful."

Feng Lingwu: "...It's already this time, and you're still praising me?"

Fu Wei: "This is the truth."

Feng Lingwu: "But how could that be? She is Zhao Nan's biological mother. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs. How could she possibly want to kill her own son?"

This matter needs to be discussed, but the current situation does not allow them to think too much.

The female ghost roared, and her hair seemed to come alive, growing longer and longer, like an open morning glory, splitting into countless strands and wrapping around Fu Wei and Feng Lingwu.

It's simply pervasive and omnipresent.

The hair is very difficult to deal with. If it is cut off, it will grow back and even worse.

Fu Wei stood behind Feng Lingwu and did not attack: "Do you remember the Fire Separation Curse I taught you?"

Feng Lingwu: "Remember."

Fu Wei: "Use fire attack."

"Okay!" Feng Lingwu immediately took out the Fire Talisman from his pocket, muttering something, and when the golden light flashed and the flames shot up into the sky, Feng Lingwu threw the talisman over. The weed-like hair was instantly burned to ashes, and the whole room was filled with flames, turning it into a huge fire cage.

This fire is extremely powerful and is the natural enemy of evil spirits.

The female ghost put her hair together and curled up in the corner, not daring to take a step outside. A threatening roar came from her throat, and the whole ghost began to riot anxiously.

Feng Lingwu curled his lips, a little proud: "How is it, how is it?"

Fu Wei: "Not bad."

Feng Lingwu looked at the ghost girl, but frowned and said, "What's wrong with the ghost girl's legs?"

It was pitch black just now, and the situation was critical, so they didn't look carefully at all. Now with the Fire Talisman, they could see clearly.

The ghost girl's lower body was covered in blood and flesh, and her legs seemed to have no feeling, hanging down from her lower body like two boneless tails.

"Her legs must have been disabled when she was alive, so this is what happened after she died."

No wonder this female ghost came crawling.

The female ghost was still rioting, emitting shrill cries from her throat. Feng Lingwu was in a dilemma. He said, "Should we kill her? But she is Zhao Nan's mother. If Zhao Nan knew that the evil ghost who had been trying to kill him was his mother, wouldn't he cry to death?"

Fu Wei was about to speak when a shrill scream suddenly came from the next room, followed by the sound of something breaking.

It’s Zhao Nan!

Something happened to him.

Feng Lingwu's spiritual power was originally weak, and because of this sudden change, his spellcasting movement faltered, the Lihuo suddenly went out, and the whole room returned to darkness. When Fu Wei turned on the light in the room, the female ghost had disappeared without a trace.

The room was still fine and the night light was on, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Wei made a quick decision: "Go find Zhao Nan."

Feng Lingwu: "Okay."

Feng Lingwu kicked the door open and saw the vase on the bedside table shattered, with fragments splattering all over the floor. The person who was supposed to be lying on the bed was now kneeling in the mess, with his palms and knees cut and bleeding continuously.

“Save me…save me…”

Feng Lingwu quickly helped the man up from the debris and looked at his bloody palms and knees: "What happened to you? How did this happen?"

Zhao Nan sobbed, "I don't know. I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamed that many ghosts were chasing me and they wanted to eat me. I was so scared that I wanted to turn on the light, and then the vase broke and I fell down. I didn't mean to do that, wuwu..."

Feng Lingwu was so disappointed: "A nightmare scared you like this!"

"Little Lingwu, don't be so fierce." Fu Wei showed Zhao Nan the wound, "He's seriously injured. My healing skills are only effective on you. I can't help him. Let's send him to see a doctor first."

"Okay." Feng Lingwu took out his cell phone and started making a call.

By the time Zhao Nan was sent to the hospital, the doctor treated his wounds, and coaxed the crying Zhao Nan to the bed, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Fu Wei was fine, but Feng Lingwu was too sleepy to open his eyes. He glanced at Zhao Nan lying on the hospital bed and whispered, "Should we tell Zhao Nan about the female ghost?"

Fu Wei shook his head: "Not yet." After a pause, he continued, "I have a guess that needs to be verified, and I might need your help."

Feng Lingwu: "What guess? What do you want me to help you with?"

Fu Wei didn't rush to speak, but just said: "There is an empty bed, go to sleep first, and I will tell you when you wake up."

Feng Lingwu hesitated: "What about you?"

Fu Wei: "I'm right here."

Feng Lingwu nodded with relief and lay down on the bed.

The ward was silent. Fu Wei slowly stood up, walked to Zhao Nan's bed, and looked at Zhao Nan quietly.

Zhao Nan's face was even more haggard than yesterday, and the negative energy in his body was even heavier. If it wasn't resolved, he might not survive.

Fu Wei's fingertips touched Zhao Nan's brow from a distance, and a wisp of black air was drawn out by him, rushing towards him with full of malice.

It’s different from the yin energy of a female ghost.

Someone wants to harm Zhao Nan. It’s not a female ghost, but something more terrifying than a female ghost.