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Nan Qing nestled lazily in a rocking chair in front of the French windows of "Baogu Zhai". Her moon-white silk cheongsam shimmered beautifully in the afternoon sun. She was barefoot, her toes tapping lightly. Xiao Ba was also lounging on the armrest, basking lazily in the warm sun.
Several ghosts dressed in various ways surrounded her, flitting about attentively.
An old ghost dressed in a Republic-era long gown pushed aside the other ghosts, leaned closer, carefully avoiding the sunlight, and mysteriously lowered his voice:
"My lord, you have no idea..."
"Last night, at that newly opened bar in the East District, a minor celebrity's soul left her body—it was her sugar daddy's wife who scared her!"
Nan Qing casually picked up a piece of pastry from the small table next to her and ate it in small bites: "So lively?"
"Absolutely true!"
A little female ghost with pigtails floated over hurriedly, her red dress still dripping with water.
"I saw it with my own eyes! The first wife was carrying a bag that looked really expensive, and she was chasing after that little star and beating him up. Even the chubby sugar daddy was beaten so badly that he ended up in the hospital."
The rocking chair swayed a little more, and Nan Qing smiled with her eyes crinkling, a string of golden bells jingling from her ankles.
Another modern ghost, dressed in a suit and tie, pushed up his non-existent glasses: "I also heard that the underworld is currently undergoing a digital reform, with King Yama using Excel to adjudicate cases, which has messed up the Book of Life and Death..."
The little ghost girl came closer again, nodding repeatedly, the water droplets from her hair splashing everywhere.
"Yes, yes, yes! I heard about it too!"
"What's so rare about this!"
An old ghost dressed in a worn-out Zhongshan suit floated out from behind the other ghosts. His soul was solid and he was obviously quite powerful. Although ghosts don't need to breathe, he still covered his mouth and subconsciously looked around.
"You wouldn't believe it..."
"Someone is stealing corpses from the funeral home!"
Upon hearing this, Nan Qing stopped eating the pastry, looked up, and squinted slightly: "Oh?"
Upon hearing the reply, Old Ghost's beard trembled with excitement.
"It's true! I wouldn't dare to lie, I saw it with my own eyes! Right there at the funeral home in the west of the city, in the middle of the night, a black car drove in, and several men in white coats got out, specifically targeting the young corpses that had just been brought in!"
The modern ghost in the suit pushed up his non-existent glasses and said seriously, "Could it be the medical school coming to collect body donations?"
"fart!"
The old ghost was so anxious that he started speaking in his local dialect, his beard trembled, and his soul began to sway.
“Those people just put the bodies directly into body bags without even going through the proper procedures; there’s no record of it on the funeral home’s registration form!”
"I found it strange, so I followed them all the way... The black car eventually drove deep into the Qingming Mountains, winding and turning, and finally disappeared into a cave!"
Nanqing's rocking chair suddenly stopped: "A cave?"
The old ghost suppressed the trembling in his soul and drifted closer, lowering his voice as he said:
"That wasn't an ordinary cave at all. It was brightly lit inside, and full of people in white coats, soaking the corpses in some kind of greenish liquid..."
"Then what?"
In all things in the world, there is only cause and effect. Nanqing has no intention of interfering too much, but she is too bored these days. She is so bored that she even catches ghosts to tell her gossip stories. She might as well go out for a stroll.
In this life, she is a descendant of the Su family, who are exorcists, and this should be considered her duty under this identity.
"I see... several corpses... standing up!"
Even the modern ghost in the suit was somewhat frightened, stammering, "...A zombie?"
"I don't know either. Those corpses were all chained up and moved freely under the command of several Taoist-looking people."
"There was a guy in a white coat who stuffed a talisman into the mouth of a female corpse... and the corpse's eyes snapped open!"
The old ghost patted his hollow chest: "That scared me to death! I dared not look any longer, I must leave now..."
Nan Qing chuckled and tapped Qin Mobei, who was sitting on the other side, with her toe: "Qin Mobei, shall we go play?"
Qin Mobei, who had been silent all along, grabbed her mischievous little foot and rubbed his thumb on the golden bell, which made the bell ring crisply.
Before he could even speak, Su Linqing's clear and melodious voice came from the doorway.
"That place is dangerous, Qingqing, you'd better not go. Leave it to me."
Su Lin, still dressed in a plain white shirt, appeared at the door, carrying a thermos in his hand. His gaze fell on Nan Qing's small foot, which was being held by Qin Mobei. Jin Ling swayed slightly at her ankle, making her snow-white skin stand out even more.
Nan Qing, noticing his gaze, tried to look away, but Qin Mobei held her even tighter, his fingertips even maliciously rubbing against the gold bell again.
Helpless, Nan Qing could only give an awkward smile: "Brother, what brings you here...?"
Su Lin slowly approached, and the chattering ghosts instantly huddled in a corner, becoming deathly silent, not daring to make a sound. However, Su Lin only glanced at the group of trembling ghosts, his gaze remaining fixed on Nan Qing.
"Why are you getting so close to these ghosts? Your constitution is special, so you should be careful."
Upon hearing this, Qin Mobei lightly scraped the sole of Nan Qing's foot with his knuckles, his voice cold: "With me here, what's there to be afraid of?"
Oh,
What are a few ghosts compared to his queen who has already abandoned him and gone to the underworld alone?
Thinking of this, he pinched her foot hard again.
The Empress is so disobedient, we need to build her a palace and lock her up...
Seeing that the two of them were about to start fighting again, Nan Qing didn't care whether Qin Mobei insisted on pinching her foot or not, and quickly changed the subject:
"I'm fine. With Qin Mobei here, there's really nothing to worry about."
"Do you and Dad know that place? Judging from that old ghost's description, it's probably where they're making zombies."
Su Lin must be really free lately, as he comes to her Baoguzhai every day and stays there for the whole day.
At first, she found it quite interesting to watch the two of them banter and exchange witty remarks, their words swirling with undercurrents.
The problem is that every time Su Lin leaves, Qin Mobei will pin her down on the bed, the table, the sofa, and even in his favorite bathtub, and torment her all night, euphemistically calling it "collecting debts."
That's absolutely inhuman!
Damn man, does he think it's so funny to cheat on himself?
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