Chapter 73 This conclusion filled He Zhao with a sense of melancholy. One was...
This conclusion left He Zhao feeling somewhat melancholic.
One reason is that the ghost has no memory of this, and if it finds the rice uninteresting, it won't even know how it died; the other reason is that the ghost is simply pitiful.
Judging from her appearance, this girl is probably fifteen or sixteen. Most girls this age are pampered by their parents, and whatever they want to eat, they only need to be cute and their parents will bring it to them. Anyway, that's how He Zhao spent her fifteen or sixteen years.
She has countless memories of delicious food. Seeing a bowl of rice like this might make her feel lost, but it's completely different from the confusion of the female ghost before her. Her confusion stemmed from having too many choices and not knowing what to choose.
Its confusion might stem from never having enjoyed any delicious food.
In other words, its concept of food is anything but pleasant. Its biological father, that villainous middle-aged man who boasted of being invincible, certainly didn't seem like a good person. Faced with such a villain, and his daughter destined to be sacrificed and become a ghost, it was natural for it to imagine the worst possible outcome.
It might not have been fed much at all.
Thinking of this, He Zhao looked at the ghost with a hint of pity.
The ghost moved a little closer, allowing He Zhao to see it more clearly. They were currently in an abandoned basement, surrounded by darkness, with only the faint glow of the searchlight pinned to the investigator's chest.
The lights could have been brightened, but the space is quite small, and if they were too bright, they would easily dazzle my companions. So the lights were kept softer, but also dimmer. Right now, the main light source in the room is coming from the food cart that He Zhao parked at the door, which is almost blocking the basement passage.
Speaking of the food truck, it's a story of hardship. This basement is located inside the mountain, and there aren't any proper roads outside, but He Zhao still forced his way in on the tricycle, accompanied by the system's screams all the way: [Host! You'll break the food truck if you keep doing that! It'll break down!]
It was indeed damaged; a large section of the dining car's front end had been sheared off by branches and other debris, and the wheels were punctured by stones. Even so, He Zhao still forced his way through, which caused some internal deformation of the wheels.
After discovering the severe damage to the food truck, the system fell silent. After all, He Zhao was unreasonable, and the system could only grit its teeth and swallow its anger, and had to apply for a new food truck.
This food truck has only been with He Zhao for a short time, and it's already been scrapped. Does that make sense?
Its previous hosts all treated the food carts well... The more the system thought about this, the more it wanted to squat in a corner and sob. But there was nothing it could do; it had chosen this world itself, and it had chosen its own host, so who could it blame?
Getting back to the main point, it was also because of the tricycle's lights that He Zhao was able to see the ghost's appearance clearly after it got close.
Just as He Zhao had guessed, judging from its figure, it was a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old and hadn't fully developed yet. Its face was pretty but also very immature, with a kind of clear innocence. Apart from its cold eyes and overly pale skin, it didn't even look like a ghost.
It didn't have the tattered skin of Gossian, nor the wretched appearance of the Mo-stitched Water Ghost, and it certainly wasn't like the Mud Ghost, which had lost all human form. It seemed as if it hadn't suffered any pain when it died, but even so, it was still heartbreaking.
Its fate was sealed by its father from birth; it was destined to be a ghost. Unable to live a beautiful life as a human, it was destined to be a beautiful ghost, losing its life at the tender age of fifteen or sixteen. Had it been reborn into a happy family, its situation would be entirely different. Right now, it would surely be at home, thinking about what beautiful clothes it should wear next spring, and where it should go with its friends during the two-day New Year's holiday.
The only problem is that the homework is too difficult and the academic pressure is too heavy.
Thinking of this, He Zhao asked the ghost again, "Do you want to eat? This food is delicious."
The ghost wavered, moving closer to He Zhao, seemingly more curious about the rice in front of it. Seeing this, its father panicked. Under the cover of the other villains, the main villain actually found an opportunity to rush towards He Zhao, intending to kill him instantly.
But Qiao Yanyu wasn't one to sit idly by. She had rested for a while and had caught her breath. Seeing someone heading towards He Zhao, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She threw the coin she had been holding, which landed between He Zhao and the villain. Instantly, the coin expanded rapidly, turning into a toy figure wearing armor.
However, the armor was tattered and looked like it couldn't withstand much damage.
Even so, the little figure managed to withstand one of the villain's attacks. Then Wang Yu rushed over, joining forces with the little figure to fight the villain. He Zhao glanced at the little figure and found it quite amazing. Previously, Qiao Yanyu had always used talismans in front of him, stuffing her with many peace charms and the like, leading He Zhao to believe that was Qiao Yanyu's skill.
I never expected her real skill was in this...
"Pretty impressive, he can conjure a soldier figure with ease. If this were ancient times, he'd be invincible." After marveling to himself, He Zhao looked at the ghost and said, "Here, have a taste."
There were chopsticks stuck in the rice, and the ghost simply reached out and pulled them out. It seemed a little confused when it held the chopsticks, as if it didn't know what they were, and was examining them. After a while, it threw the chopsticks away, then moved closer, its face almost buried in the rice.
He Zhaosheng's servings were all fixed quantities. This one-time bowl wasn't particularly big or small, but it certainly wouldn't be enough to fill it up on a regular basis. So, after the female ghost buried herself in it, she opened her mouth and took a bite of rice.
When it raised its face again, a few grains of rice were still stuck to its overly pale face. If the timing weren't so inappropriate, He Zhao would have actually found it rather cute.
But eating like this wasn't a solution, so He Zhao turned around and took out the spoon that came with the disposable tableware. She had discovered that this ghost couldn't use chopsticks, and she wasn't sure if it could use a spoon either, but it was better than burying its face in rice to eat.
At this moment, the ghost took a bite of rice, and its expression changed. At first, its expression was mainly cold and indifferent, but as the rice entered its mouth, the confusion on its face increased, and after a while, a hint of nostalgia appeared.
He Zhao understood. Even though it had no memory of food and no concept of gourmet food, there had been unforgettable dishes in its short life. Right now, the ghost was completely immersed in those memories.
He Zhao tried to grab the chopsticks while he was doing so, but the ghost quickly pulled itself out of his memory, looked at He Zhao with cold eyes, and said softly, "Don't move." This was the first time the ghost had spoken, and its voice was like ice shards, but He Zhao could faintly hear a hint of sobbing in its tone.
But as it spoke, somehow, its excessively long hair climbed up He Zhao's ankles and even bound her waist. This discovery sent a chill down He Zhao's spine. Even though the system could protect her from the harm of Yin energy, this tangible achievement was truly impossible to hide!
This hair looks so hard, it's different from ordinary hair. It's like something from a game that's already +12, something that a poor, unlucky guy like He Zhao can't resist! Even if He Zhao is brave, he can't help but feel scared at this moment.
Especially that bowl of rice; she'd been holding it up for quite a while, and her arm was bound to get tired. Adding to that the pressure, her hand involuntarily trembled slightly. Seeing this, the ghost became even more anxious, its sobs growing louder: "I told you! Don't move!"
This ghost had a bad temper. He Zhao could feel the hair around her waist tightening, as if she were being coiled by a python. The image of herself being strangled to death by a python flashed through He Zhao's mind. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to shout: "Sister Qiao, save me!"
But before she could even open her mouth, Qiao Yanyu had already dragged her body, whose bones were probably broken in several places, to her side. He put one arm around her waist and the other on her hand, making her previously shaky hand become firm and not move at all.
Along with this, He Zhao also felt Qiao Yanyu's hand around his waist warm up slightly, and the hair that had been tightly binding his waist gradually softened, the binding force lessening. The ghost didn't mind that its hair had lost its binding power over He Zhao; it was just relieved that the rice bowl in front of it was no longer wobbling.
It didn't need chopsticks or spoons; it just buried its head in the rice bowl, eating with He Zhao's help.
It ate more than half of it before finally raising its head to look at the few remaining grains of rice in the bowl, caught in a dilemma. He Zhao knew it wanted more, but with so little rice left, it felt like there wouldn't be any left. That's when He Zhao stepped in.
Before facing the ghost, He Zhao was a little nervous. She and Qiao Yanyu exchanged a glance, and Qiao Yanyu nodded at her, which made He Zhao take a deep breath and feel much more relaxed.
With Qiao Yanyu's hand resting on her waist, He Zhao gained considerable strength, allowing her to face the ghost before her. While everyone else was engaged in fighting, He Zhao abruptly spoke up: "Do you think that once you've eaten, there's nothing left? Do you want more?"
The ghost hesitated for a moment, not answering He Zhao directly, but instead glancing in Wang Yu's direction. She was fighting her father over there; the ghost was definitely not afraid of Wang Yu, but of her father, making it somewhat uneasy. But its eyes darted between the rice and its father, and in the end, it pursed its lips and nodded: "Hua Hua wants to eat."
Oh—this child's name is Huahua.
It definitely wasn't its father who named it, so there's only one possibility—it was its mother. Although He Zhao wanted to think positively, she also knew that in this situation, Hua Hua definitely didn't have a mother. And its biological father probably wouldn't have let Hua Hua's mother live either.
But as long as it's willing to speak now, that's good.
He Zhao's rice is still a special attack against ghosts, isn't it? He Zhao raised a confident smile.
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