Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 107

The yin-yang lumina mirror sat quietly to one side.

Bao’er was perched on the counter, absentmindedly stroking a little kitten.

Suddenly, the girl spoke, “Bao’er-Ge, do you really not want to leave?”

“Don’t you already know?”

Bao’er smiled tenderly at the mirror.

“…Is it because of us?” the girl’s voice was somewhat deep, “Is it because you haven’t found a home for us?”

“No, it’s just that I want to see if this world is willing to give us a sliver of a chance to survive.”

Bao’er revealed a gentle smile.

He was simply taking a gamble.

Here, he had staked the two most precious treasures of his life. When would his treasures be returned to their rightful owner?

When Jiang Chenyi woke up, what he saw was an overwhelming darkness and bloodstains.

He was startled, patted the person beneath him, and chuckled, “Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you awake?”

The person beneath him breathed lightly, seemingly still not awake.

Jiang stretched languidly and looked at the serene beauty.

The sleeping Mr. Ghost resembled a Sleeping Beauty in a crystal coffin, waiting for his destined one to awaken him with a kiss.

And so, Jiang did just that.

Mr. Ghost opened his eyes, feeling the soft touch on his body, and couldn’t help but raise his head to seek more.

The two separated.

Jiang’s cheeks flushed, and he laughed, “Weren’t you asleep?”

“You woke me with your kiss,” Mr. Ghost touched his lips, smiling.

“You really are generous,” Jiang reached out, touching the other’s eyes, “Giving away seventy percent of your power just like that.”

“Of course, who are you? You are my cherished one,” Meng Loudi looked at him.

“My husband really loves me,” Jiang teased, “Now, I’m really curious, what kind of person are you, husband?”

Meng Loudi’s expression faltered momentarily.

He wished he could go back a thousand years and strangle his reckless younger self.

Jiang took out his phone, still had 30% battery left, “No worries, I guess everything will come out eventually, Prince Fu’an, right?”

Meng Loudi took a deep breath, grabbed Jiang’s hand, and said with a sacrificial air, “No need! I’ll tell you!”

“Please do.” Jiang sat cross-legged in front of him, like an eager listener.

Mr. Ghost now felt extremely awkward, saying, “Basically, it was a terrible life.”

“How terrible?” Jiang was intrigued.

Meng Loudi knew he couldn’t escape, “I am Prince Fu’an. I went to the battlefield at ten, made my first major military achievement at twelve, and then did many awful things. Ah, forget it, I won’t say more, you can see for yourself!”

Meng Loudi resigned himself to letting Jiang know those things, really making him feel ashamed.

Especially, the years without Jiang, he was like a mad demon.

A complete and utter terrifying presence.

“Ah, are you upset?” Jiang hugged him, amused.

“No.” Meng Loudi rested his chin on Jiang’s shoulder, “Just feeling unworthy of Chenyi.”

He was so wicked.

“What are you talking about? If anyone is unworthy, it’s me who is unworthy of you,” Jiang comforted.

“Alright, alright, I won’t ask anymore, I won’t look, okay? Don’t be upset.”

Jiang really didn’t intend to look anymore; seeing his partner’s strong opposition, he didn’t want to push it.

“Really not looking anymore?” Mr. Ghost, hearing this, immediately teared up, looking pitifully at him, doubt on his face.

“Really, I won’t look, stop crying.” Jiang helplessly wiped away his tears.

Though knowing this guy was just pretending, he really couldn’t bring himself to be upset with him.

“Good, Chenyi is the best.” Mr. Ghost’s smile returned, and he hugged Jiang tightly, biting his neck.

Jiang felt a pain in his neck, pushed the other’s head away, and exclaimed, “Not now, we’re not at home. Let’s leave, we need to deal with the Alliance of Supernatural Beings and decide whether to leave or what to do next.”

“Okay.” Mr. Ghost sighed, reluctantly looking at the pale and tender neck.

Chenyi, you look really delicious.

I want to eat you up.

Jiang straightened his clothes and walked out of the side room.

The layout here was strange.

The young man now looked around, noticing that the building was much larger than it seemed, the ceiling at least ten meters high, perhaps even higher.

Two red wooden pillars supported the ceiling, with red silk and black stone on the ground.

Everything was shrouded in a mysterious aura.

And that cabinet that Bao’er had always guarded, it seemed about seven or eight meters long, occupying a small part of the room.

On the cabinet, there seemed to be beautiful patterns, glowing with a treasure-like light.

There might also be some ornaments on it?

Mr. Ghost walked out from the side room, hugging him, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m looking at that cabinet.”

“That seems to be that person’s true body,” Mr. Ghost rubbed his neck casually.

With that remark, Jiang suddenly realized, no wonder the aura on the cabinet was similar to Bao’er’s, though somewhat thinner.

They walked to the front of the hall.

Bao’er was lying on the counter, sound asleep.

Jiang Meng was lying beside him, startled by the footsteps, and stood up, looking towards the source.

The great person!

The black cat’s eyes only had Jiang Chenyi in them, meowing as it ran towards the young man.

Jiang reached out to hold it, scratching its chin, and asked, “Jiang Meng, how are you?”

“Meow~” I’m doing well.

Bao’er woke up, lazily propping his chin, and said, “You’re awake, any discomfort?”

“None, thank you for your help,” Jiang smiled slightly.

Bao’er nodded, then looked at the little black cat’s left hind leg, the crippled one.

“Its leg is destined to be lame,” he stated firmly.

Meng Loudi was no longer the same person he was a thousand years ago.

Time had smoothed his sharp edges, and he had finally accepted his fate.

Hearing “destined,” he felt nothing.

Jiang stroked the fluffy little paw, smiling, “Did you divine that?”

The white-haired demon nodded, “Yes, three small calculations a day, three major ones a year.”

“Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?” Meng Loudi spoke lightly.

People always say, do not speak of the secrets of heaven.

But how could this demon dare to be so reckless?

Bao’er showed his pearly white teeth, “Never been afraid.”

He had never feared such things.

Originally, they weren’t on the same level.

Mr. Ghost laughed enigmatically.

Jiang, holding the black cat, asked, “Shall we go then?”

“Go on, go on, once you’re gone, I can finally sleep peacefully,” Bao’er waved his hand.

“May I ask, why don’t you take our pawned items?”

Jiang inquired.

Bao’er propped his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, “Perhaps because years ago, I woke up from a calculation that I would owe you a favor? Since it’s destined, I might as well repay it early. I don’t like owing others.”

“Understood,” Jiang nodded, taking Meng Loudi and leaving Jiang’s Pawnshop.

Bao’er watched their figures disappear, sighed in relief, and lay down on the cabinet, murmuring, “So tired, time to sleep.”

The white-haired youth quickly fell into a light sleep.

The yin-yang lumina mirror stirred, and out of the mirror rolled a girl no more than half a meter tall dressed in ancient attire.

The little girl was exquisitely beautiful, just like Bao’er, with jet-black hair and a moon-white round face adorned with chaotic eyes.

She wore two buns on her head, adorned with bronze ornaments, dressed in a gold and cyan ornate long robe.

Now, the little girl, dragging her long robe, walked out of the pawnshop.

The youth, lying on the counter, was unaware of this.

Lumina hopped to the mouth of the alley, by the sophora tree, and called out, “Gugu? Gugu, are you there?”

A shadow appeared on the tree.

The person was shrouded in a layer of mist, looking down at the little figure, “They’ve gone, what happened?”

Lumina raised her small head, “The lunar halo has bloomed. Gugu, it’s time for you to act.”

“I understand,” the shadow nodded, turned, and a phantom streaked away.

The little girl stood at the mouth of the alley, her eyes sparkling with lumina, she looked up at the sprouting sophora tree, and hummed, “Spring is coming, huh.”

Jiang, along with Mr. Ghost and Jiang Meng, returned to S City and to the small villa.

Opening the door, they saw flame-red hair crouching on the floor, pushing around the collapsed black dog.

“Ancestor, ancestor, cheer up, your current listless appearance makes it look like I’m abusing you.”

Jiang Meng stayed silent.

Qianmian looked at the little sparrow perched on the table contemplating life, shouting, “Little ancestor, what’s wrong with you now?!”

The sparrow turned its beady eyes towards Qianmian, “Chirp, I need to think about how to beg for mercy so I can die more gracefully if Mr. Chief comes back to kill me.”

The tone was very morose.

It made Qianmian envision a scene where he was kicked to pieces.

Ah, a tragic life, barely escaped from the eight treasures box, hadn’t yet tasted the flavor of love, and now his promising youth was about to be cut short.

Alas, such is fate.

The door was pushed open.

The black dog’s head shot up, looking towards the door.

The young man was enveloped in a light shadow, smiling at it, calling, “Jiang Meng, good afternoon.”

“Woof woof woof!” The black dog leapt up from the ground, rolling over and rushing towards Jiang.

Jiang protected the black cat with one hand and pushed the onrushing large dog with the other, laughing, “Good dog, good-I’m back, did you miss daddy?”

“Woof woof woof!” Jiang Meng circled around the young man, its excitement almost overflowing.

The young man chuckled, rubbed the big dog’s ears, and showed the trembling little black cat in his hands, “Look, this is your brother, Jiang Meng.”

Jiang Meng paused, looked at the young man, then at the little black cat.

It stepped back.

Jiang was puzzled, “Don’t you like your brother?”

“Awoo?” The black dog made a questioning sound.

Mr. Ghost entered, sat on the couch, and said, “Chenyi didn’t abandon you because of it.”

The black dog perked up its ears, hearing its father’s words, then wagged its tail and approached the black cat, nudging it with its nose.

The black cat was nudged over, and the small bell around its neck jingled.

Jiang watched the brothers getting along, satisfied with a smile.

Gently, he placed Jiang Meng on the couch, “Now, get along well.”

The little black cat, somewhat dazed, faced its much larger “brother.”

But Jiang Meng was very fond of this little brother, constantly pestering him with its mouth.

The little black cat, annoyed, let out a low growl and hid behind Jiang.