Chapter 61: Five Hundred Souls of My Colleagues, No Bargaining...

"Who did this? The injury is too serious." After the veterinarian finished the treatment, he came out to communicate with Chang Xile about the situation. As a soul, Yang Shu could only listen anxiously on the side, while Weatherill put on his hood again, looking like he didn't want anyone to approach him.

All in all, Duobao's life was not in danger for the time being. After listening carefully and taking notes, Chang Xile turned to look at Wessel: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Wessel looked at her and gave her an indescribable smile. "Ah, I'll stay here and try my luck. What if someone plans to use the third wish directly?"

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if I made a wish and was granted three more wishes?" Chang Xile asked. "People are very cunning."

"Then I'll help you three more times." Weatherall's smile seemed more sincere.

Chang Xile raised her hand, and Wessel narrowed her eyes subconsciously. But she didn't stroke his hair like she did with Duobao. She just helped him put on his hood better, hiding his pointed ears.

"Did you succeed?" she asked.

"What?" Weatherall didn't understand.

"Did you successfully become a human being?" Chang Xile looked into his eyes and asked again.

"Of course, who can tell that I'm not?" Wessel raised his head. He had been wandering around the human world these days and felt that humans were terrible creatures. He had learned a lot from this.

"But you always cover your pointed ears with your hat." Chang Xile looked at him and spoke calmly with a hint of cruelty.

"That's how you have to talk to me?" Weatherall's smiling face finally turned annoyed. "That's not how you treat that cat."

"You mean Duobao?" Chang Xile tilted his head. "It's only a few years old, and you're even fussing about this." No matter what kind of creature it is, it is always patient with its cubs.

"No, it's that pretentious lion cat." Weatherall turned his head away, unable to bear it any longer. "This guy is clearly here, but he refuses to show up. Who knows what he wants to do?"

Is he talking about Anping? Chang Xile followed his gaze and saw a strand of white hair at the corner of the street.

"Am I special to him?" Chang Xile asked, staring straight in that direction.

"...It seems not now. What happened?" Wessel looked at her eyes that seemed to be burning, and gloated again, "Did he offend you?"

"Who knows." Chang Xile asked him, "Can you and Yang Shu stay here to look after Duobao?" Yang Shu was a ghost after all, and she wouldn't be able to handle any emergencies.

Wessel glanced at her sideways: "Is this the third wish?"

Chang Xile turned to look at him and said seriously, "It's a request."

Through the glass window, it was difficult for Wessel to see what Chang Xile was saying to the cat. He idly held his face in his hands and turned to look at Duobao, who was still sleeping.

"Hey, what's so special about him? Is he more human than me? A guy who can't even hide his white hair..." Wessel muttered to himself. He looked at himself in the mirror and tried to curl his eyes and smile.

Chang Xile likes to laugh like this.

Just not towards him.

Yang Shu felt a chill and mustered up the courage to ask him, "What's wrong with Duobao? Why do you look so evil?" It was as if he wanted to eat a cat.

Weatherill gave her a forced smile, which frightened Yang Shu so much that she dared not speak.

When Chang Xile reached the street corner, he discovered that not only An Ping was there, but also Wu Chang. The two men seemed to have fought a fierce battle and were now somewhat exhausted. Wu Chang was relatively well off; he had already died once before, so even if he was injured, he didn't feel anything. He was simply exhausted from using up his magical power. He retrieved the Book of Life and Death and chased all the way to where Chang Xile and Yang Shu were, but An Ping firmly blocked their path. An Ping was in a much more miserable state, relying solely on the wall for support to keep from falling. Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.

"I say, you just died once. Why don't you go and cultivate properly and come back here to provoke the Yin Messenger?" Wu Chang was really helpless and started to negotiate with him, "Please don't interfere with official business again, it will damage your Yin virtue."

An Ping saw Chang Xile approaching them from the corner of his eye, and he forced himself to stand in front of her, shielding her from Wu Chang's cold gaze. He spoke word by word, "Don't even think about it."

Wu Chang sneered, "Are you not satisfied until I take another life from you? Last time you also exchanged your life for hers, right? I want to see how many times you can die."

Before Anping could speak, Chang Xile spoke up: "There are four of us here, you can't beat us."

Wu Chang stared at her, unable to discern any emotion. After a moment, he said with a forced smile, "Oh, so you're planning to break the contract?"

"No. I will do what I promised you." Chang Xile said that she had agreed to it in the first place and there was no reason to regret it.

An Ping looked at her worriedly. Just as he was about to speak, Chang Xile raised her hand to stop him. "But don't even think about tricking me into signing some unequal contract. You didn't help me that much, did you? Most of the time you were just making up for your own negligence. Tricking me into being your colleague was just a side job."

Wuchang said nothing, but the hostility in his eyes was much less, perhaps because what he said came true.

"You name the price, and I can be your colleague for a while." Chang Xile crossed his arms and added, "Then you hand Yang Shu over to me. Once I help her fulfill her wish, I'll send her into reincarnation."

Wu Chang's eyes rolled around and he asked tentatively, "Twenty years?"

Chang Xile turned his wrist and said, "I feel like I can see ghosts now. Don't force me to beat you up. I have someone above me."

If Empress Xiaoyu is still considered her godmother.

Wu Chang continued to bargain awkwardly: "Ten years?"

Chang Xile held out an expressionless hand, "Five hundred souls. One a day will take a year and a half. Don't be too greedy as a ghost, Xiao Xie."

"Alright." Wu Chang twitched his lips, trying to save some ground. "I'm your senior after all, how can you call me Xiao Xie?"

"Isn't that what you said when you introduced yourself?" Chang Xile tilted her head. It suddenly occurred to her, "So, your last name is Xie, and you're also Bai Wuchang. Could it be that you're the famous..."

Before she could even utter the three words she was about to say, Xiao Xie hurriedly stopped her, "Who is that gentleman? Please don't shorten my life."

"Do you still have a long life ahead of you?" Chang Xile asked jokingly, "Then what's your name?"

Wu Chang frowned and recalled, "I don't remember... I just know his last name is Xie."

For all these years, no one had ever called out his name. Those who had once offered him homage were long gone. He had no descendants on earth, and he wasn't even in the family tree. His name had long been unimportant to him.

"You can ask someone to give you one." An Ping, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. "My name was given by someone else."

"Who are you looking for?" Wuchang asked.

"...Go to the temple and ask the master to give you a name." Anping couldn't find the words to ask him to find Chang Xile, so he made up a method.

"Do you still remember who I am?" Wu Chang smiled sinisterly again, "I'm really looking for death."

"Alright, alright, alright!" Seeing that the two of them were fighting again, Chang Xile quickly called for a halt. She said to Wu Chang, "What's wrong with Xiao Xie? You look so young! There's a kind of beauty that never forgets its original aspirations! You've worked hard today, too. Go back and rest early. I'll report to you tomorrow after I'm done here. Goodbye, new colleague—"

Wuchang glanced at her coldly, said nothing more, and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Anping was the only one left, leaning against the wall and looking at her. He didn't say anything, but he didn't leave either.

Chang Xile raised his hand, and Anping immediately closed his eyes tightly.

Somehow, Chang Xile remembered the saying: Just by raising your hand, you can tell whether you have hit a dog.

She couldn't help but smile, and calmly wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with her thumb. She asked, "Why are you so scared? Are you afraid that I will hit you?"

Anping slowly opened his eyes, looked at her, and said hesitantly, "You...are not angry with me?"

Chang Xile lowered her hand, twisting her index finger and thumb together. She felt the lingering warmth on her fingertips. Anping was warm, breathing, bleeding. He was clearly alive.

But his name will be in the book of life and death.

Even though he had prioritized saving Duobao just now, Chang Xile still felt aggrieved about it.

"Are you alive, Anping?" she asked.

Anping nodded.

"But have you died before?" Chang Xile asked again. From a linguistic point of view, these two questions are clearly contradictory and should not exist at the same time.

But Anping nodded again.

That date was indeed very subtle. The moment Chang Xile saw it, she began to calculate. The time of Anping's death recorded in the Book of Life and Death was exactly the same as the date she had first met Wuchang.

Even though Xiao Xie had already said that, Chang Xile still struggled to confirm again: "Is it for me?"

An Ping didn't answer directly. He just told her, "It's okay now. I'm still alive."

The next second, he blinked in panic because of the tears that Chang Xile suddenly shed.

Chang Xile's eyes turned red, and she asked, "Does it hurt?"

Anping nodded, then shook his head after a moment. He looked at Chang Xile with some confusion and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

Chang Xile knew nothing about the man before her, what kind of person he was, what he had experienced, whether he had ever loved or hated anyone. She had wanted to loudly question who he was countless times, but now she just wanted to cry her heart out.

He was a man who had died once for himself. What else mattered?

The next second, Anping slowly leaned over. Chang Xile watched his face slowly approach, her pupils blurring from the closeness of her gaze. As her cheeks felt wet, she could sense him gently kissing away her tears.

Anping's wounds throbbed with pain, causing him to breathe painfully. He sighed, "Don't cry..."

Wessel was sitting on a chair, watching this scene from a distance. He stood up with gritted teeth: "This brat...!"

Yang Shu, who was standing by, exclaimed at an inopportune moment: "Duobao is awake! Go call a doctor!"

Upon hearing this, Wessel glared at the shameless man again before turning around and calling a doctor to check the patient's condition.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" An Ping leaned back against the wall, still unable to believe that Chang Xile had just accepted the fact that she was inhuman. He thought she must have been so frightened that she forgot to react.

Chang Xile laughed and counted on her fingers: "A psychic roommate, a ghost that wants to kill me, a ghost that wants to take my soul, a weasel that wants to be promoted." She looked at Anping with a frown and said, "I'm afraid of everything. I've been scared to death for a long time."