Chapter Twenty-Six: Obsession
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Wen Zhuo's mind, which had been stunned by the Taoist's knock, was racing at this moment. What did that Taoist say again? What did he mean by "She doesn't have many things on her that are her own?"
The birth of a ghost requires extremely strong emotions before death. These emotions accumulate and become obsessions. Only with obsessions can one become a ghost. Although she didn't know how she died, she looked down at the faint cracks on her body. Under Wen Zhaoye's care, they had become much shallower, but it was still possible to see that they were roughly like this in her previous life.
Her mind went blank, and a guess flashed through her head.
Could it be that the obsession isn't hers?
How could that be? Whose obsession could force a ghost to stay?
Wen Zhaoye's expression grew impatient. He stared at Wen Zhuo, who was lost in thought, with dark eyes. He leaned closer to her, his black hair damp with rain, brushing against her cheek. Wen Zhaoye's voice was very soft: "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Zhuo: "!"
She looked up and saw a magnified face very close to her. Those familiar eyes held deep, suppressed emotions. She was so frightened that she trembled violently, a scream caught in her throat, and her body lurched upwards uncontrollably like a balloon.
Wen Zhaoye pulled on her clothes with the ease of a balloon tether, dragging her down. The emotion in his eyes faded slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips, which quickly disappeared. As Wen Zhu struggled, he pinched her cheeks, making her cheeks puff up: "Still so timid."
Wen Zhuo complained, "Why have you been pinching my mouth lately, Fourth Brother? It looks awful!"
Wen Zhuo pinched him, but he remained unmoved and even laughed a couple of times to mock her. Wen Zhuo's face darkened and she began to tighten her grip. Wen Zhaoye's expression immediately changed, and he released Wen Zhuo, wincing in pain as he clutched his arm: "Ouch, murder?"
Wen Zhuo: "......" That's why she's always being held by Wen Zhaoye even after she became a ghost. Humans are just too fragile for ghosts!
She didn't know which time Wen Zhaoye would feel pain when she exerted force.
She put on a deadpan expression and threatened him, "If you keep pretending, I'll really hit you."
Wen Zhaoye looked up at her with some surprise, as if wondering how Wen Zhuo could have discovered it. He regretfully composed himself and changed the subject: "What did the old Taoist priest say to you?"
She remembered the Taoist priest's last words: "If you don't want to live anymore, you can come find me."
Wen Zhuo: "..."
She suspected that Wen Zhaoye would rush back and chop the Taoist priest into mincemeat after hearing this.
And what's more, Wen Zhaoye really was lying to her! She angrily pinched the spot he had just pretended to be in pain, saying, "He didn't say anything!"
Wen Zhaoye chuckled again.
Wen Zhuo looked up at Wen Zhaoye, took a step back, and pulled the two of them to a safe distance. Wen Zhaoye glanced at her and smiled lightly. Wen Zhuo felt goosebumps rising on her back. The next second, the light above her head was blocked by a tall figure. He took a big step forward, and the hems of their clothes overlapped. His knee also met her leg.
Wen Zhuo: "......" I don't remember you being this perverted.
Wen Zhuo leaned against the wall, almost sprawling his entire body against it, like the filling in a sandwich, or rather, a strawberry filling.
"No matter what he tells you, don't believe it." Wen Zhaoye brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and Wen Zhu shook her head.
Wen Zhuo scratched her ear and looked at him: "What else have you done besides feeding me blood?"
Wen Zhaoye's expression remained unchanged: "If this is all you need, aren't you a ghost? What else could you possibly need besides vital energy?"
“You know perfectly well that I’m not asking this.” Wen Zhu looked directly into his eyes.
He looked back at her, and for some reason, his gaze began to drift downwards. Wen Zhuo immediately covered her mouth as if facing a formidable enemy: "What are you trying to do! Can't you do something productive?"
Wen Zhaoye chuckled, pressed her head down, and pulled her off the wall, hooking his arm around her neck: "Alright, where else do you want to go? Let's go."
Wen Zhuo frowned and began again.
Wen Zhaoye was still leaning against her.
Wen Zhuo shrugged and protested, "It's so hot! Take it away!"
Wen Zhaoye wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pressed her shoulder back down, which she had deliberately raised to shake his hand off.
How annoying!
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The old Taoist priest started looking out the window again, until a trendy figure walked in through the door. He then looked away, as if he felt his eyes had been defiled.
Xie Huai laughed and said, "Master, what's with the wind blowing? Why are you admiring the scenery here?"
The old Taoist priest stared at the greenery and said, "What are you wearing? Get out of here!"
Xie Huai looked down at his clothes with a serious expression and said, "You look great, so what?"
The old Taoist priest ignored him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Your friend's sister has been found?"
"Found it? What, you saw it?" Xie Huai casually sat on the bed and glanced around.
The old Taoist priest fell silent. It really was him. After his sister died, Wen Zhaoye went completely mad. At first, he stayed at the place where she died every day, doing nothing but standing there and watching. He refused to eat, and his body grew thinner and thinner. Exposed to the wind and rain, he was pale and stood on the street with a gloomy face, like a ghost that would haunt people. After scaring several people, the traffic police finally called and gently asked him to go home.
Wen Zhaoye refused, saying he wanted to see his sister.
His family members came over later, but they were chased away by a group of men in black as soon as they approached.
In the end, it was he who persuaded her to go back. He said, "Life and death are predestined. Your sister had no obsessions in life, and she doesn't need to suffer the pain of being forced to stay in this world after death. Why are you so attached to it?"
Wen Zhaoye lowered his pale face, his eyes opening and closing wearily: "You don't understand."
"Sigh." The old Taoist priest sighed and finally gave Wen Zhaoye a method, telling him that this method had a chance of calling her back. The location could only be a place she had stayed before, and the longer she stayed, the better the effect. However, it was a long process, and he could not guarantee that his sister would come back.
Wen Zhaoye agreed, and from then on, he never appeared in that place again. However, he could still be seen occasionally gazing at this place from another location, as if he was missing her from afar.
Later, he also heard that Wen Zhaoye was secretly collecting books about ghosts, and that Xie Huai had taken a few of them from him, which he still hadn't returned.
"Master, what other way do you think you can save Wen Zhuo?"
The old Taoist priest glanced at him sideways: "What? You want to save her too?"
Xie Huai was a little embarrassed and looked around. "We're friends, so it's normal for me to help him. I've seen Wen Zhuo before. I feel that although she has become a ghost, the various energies in her body are still very unstable. She could easily get into trouble if she gets any kind of stimulation."
The old Taoist priest sighed again: "I've already told her that she'll come to me if she needs anything in the future."
Xie Huai frowned upon hearing this: "That young lady doesn't have a thing for older men!"
Old Taoist priest: "Can't you think straight for once?"
"You're talking strangely."
“If something happens to her in her current state, it could mean total annihilation, but it could also be a blessing in disguise,” the old Taoist priest said slowly, stroking his long beard.
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