Chapter 103 I want to savor the warmth and life of the human world a little longer before I become a vengeful ghost.
After Feng Jin finished speaking, he ignored Shen Yuepo's eyes, which were almost spitting flames, and stood up leisurely.
His tall and upright figure cast a long shadow in the morning light.
Then, without glancing at Chen Yuepo again, he strode out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
"Bang!"
The soft sound of the door closing sounded like a provocation to Shen Yuepo.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She stared at the closed door, her chest heaving slightly.
With a heavy heart, she pushed open the bathroom door, turned the faucet on full blast, and expressed her dissatisfaction with the sound of running water.
After washing up, she changed into a clean and neat outfit, regaining her usual aloof and self-possessed demeanor, and opened the door to go out.
As soon as I stepped into the living room, a fragrant aroma wafted into my nostrils.
Shen Yuepo stopped in her tracks.
On the restaurant table, steaming hot breakfasts were laid out.
Golden and crispy fried dough sticks are served alongside soy milk that exudes a rich soybean aroma.
Shen Yuepo subconsciously looked towards the living room.
Feng Jin was standing by the window, his back to her, seemingly gazing at the morning street scene outside.
He reverted to his unapproachable demeanor, as if he hadn't been the one childishly silencing everyone in the bedroom just moments before.
Upon seeing the steaming breakfast, Shen Yuepo almost blurted out in surprise, "Where did you get this from...?"
She stopped abruptly as soon as she spoke; she could speak again!
That damned silencing spell has been lifted.
Upon hearing the sound, Feng Jin slowly turned around.
His gaze swept over the momentary astonishment on Shen Yuepo's face, he raised an eyebrow, and said in a tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today: "I had the ghost messenger buy it."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She looked at the fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table, and then imagined the eerie image of the ghost messengers, perhaps with serious expressions, queuing up to buy fried dough sticks at the breakfast stall...
Forget it, the image is too beautiful to contemplate.
She walked to the dining table with a blank expression, sat down, picked up a fried dough stick, and took a big bite.
Just then, Feng Jin by the window spoke again, his voice still flat, "I'm leaving."
There are still many things in Fengdu that he needs to handle.
Shen Yuepo paused almost imperceptibly for a moment while chewing.
The pause was so brief that it was almost imperceptible.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow on her eyelids, obscuring the fleeting emotions in her eyes.
She continued to look down and slowly eat the fried dough sticks.
Finally, only a single, emotionless syllable escaped his throat: "Oh."
A brief silence fell over the living room.
The only sound was the faint noise of Shen Yuepo taking small bites of food.
Feng Jin walked to her side, but his eyes remained fixed on the top of her lowered head.
A few seconds later, he spoke again, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Shen Yuepo's fingers tightened slightly as she held the fried dough stick.
She stuffed the last bite of the fried dough stick into her mouth and chewed slowly, seemingly deep in thought about the problem.
Then, she picked up the soy milk, took a sip, and the warm liquid slid down her throat.
She finally raised her head, paused for a moment, as if carefully choosing her words.
Finally, he uttered a sentence:
"Then... could you ask your ghost messengers to buy me breakfast and deliver it to me at this time every day?"
Feng Jin: "..."
His expression froze instantly.
The next second.
A short, cold laugh escaped Feng Jin's nostrils, emitting a heavy groan:
"Ha! Okay, from now on I'll have Meng Po bring you Meng Po soup every day."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Feng Jin didn't speak again. He glanced at Chen Yuepo, the space around him slightly distorted, and his tall figure disappeared into the morning sunlight.
Shen Yuepo glanced at the spot where Feng Jin had disappeared, then expressionlessly reached out, picked up the soy milk, and took a sip.
Then, he frowned, wondering why the soy milk suddenly tasted so bad.
After finishing breakfast, Shen Yuepo neatly tidied up the table.
Then, Lin Cheng was summoned from the Reincarnation Ring.
Shen Yuepo took out a square piece of yellow paper and a pair of scissors.
She spread out the yellow paper, and a wisp of spiritual energy gathered at her fingertips.
With nimble wrist movements, she quickly cut out pieces from the yellow paper.
Soon, a lifelike, well-proportioned male paper figure was born in her hands.
The paper figure's features were blurry, but its size and outline were seven or eight parts similar to Lin Cheng's appearance when he was alive.
Shen Yuepo bit her fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, and placed it on the paper figure's brow. She muttered incantations and finally let out a low shout:
"Condensate!"
The paper figure moved without wind, floating up and emitting a soft white light.
“Go in,” Shen Yuepo said to Lin Cheng.
Lin Cheng stared at the paper figure, his eyes filled with astonishment.
He did as instructed, and his soul transformed into a stream of light, instantly disappearing into the paper figure.
The light faded, and the paper figure fell to the ground.
The next moment, as if it had been injected with life, a faint "click" sound came from its joints, and its form quickly solidified.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a handsome young man.
His skin was unnaturally pale, and his eyes looked somewhat vacant.
Lin Cheng raised her hand, looking at it incredulously from side to side, and then carefully took a few steps in the living room.
His movements were a little stiff at first, but he quickly adapted, and a childlike smile appeared on his face:
"Master! This is amazing! I can walk like a human again, and I can even touch things!"
He curiously touched the armrest of the sofa next to him.
At this moment, Li Yao's voice also came from the Reincarnation Ring, tinged with a hint of caution:
"Master, could you cut my hair too? The day after tomorrow is my seventh day after death, and I want to experience the warmth of human life one last time before I completely turn into a vengeful ghost, is that alright?"
"Just...just for a little while..."
Shen Yuepo looked at the Reincarnation Ring, where Li Yao's soul was fluctuating restlessly.
She paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
She picked up another piece of yellow paper and scissors.
This time, her movements were even more meticulous.
They quickly cut out the outline of a slender woman with long, flowing hair.
Shen Yuepo specially modified the facial features of the paper figure to make it look gentle and elegant.
He also used blood to create a dot, and shouted in a low voice: "Condense!"
Filled with gratitude, Li Yao transformed into a stream of light and entered the paper figure.
As the light faded, a woman in an elegant dress, with beautiful features and barely concealing her excitement, appeared in the living room.
She looked down at her stiff hands, gently stroking the fabric of her clothes, her eyes instantly reddening, her voice choked with emotion:
"Thank you, thank you, Master Shen..."
"Time is running out, let's go." Shen Yuepo didn't say much, picked up his cloth bag, and walked towards the door first.
Lin Cheng and Li Yao quickly followed, moving their new bodies with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, trying to adapt to the feeling of being grounded again.
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