Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 110

In front of Qianmian were more than a dozen empty glasses. The bartender eyed him with a curious gaze, wondering what kind of supernatural being could drink so much without showing any signs of intoxication.

Qianmian sat there, feeling utterly bored. There was nothing he liked, nothing that caught his eye. He couldn’t go back. If he did, it would be the end of him.

With a sigh, the young man scratched his head, feeling a tinge of despair. A seat away from him, someone sat down.

A raspy voice requested, “I want a Margarita.”

The bartender chuckled, “That’s a drink for women. How about something else?”

“Margarita,” the voice insisted, calm yet firm.

“Alright then.”

The bartender skillfully mixed a Margarita and handed it to the newcomer. Qianmian glanced over, thinking to himself, drinking a Margarita? That’s a bit… delicate.

What he saw was a slender young man in a well-tailored suit, with black hair falling over his forehead, partially obscuring his eyes. His aura was cold, keeping others at a distance, yet with a subtle tension.

Qianmian liked this kind of aura. A contradictory aura.

He shuffled over to sit beside him. The man didn’t even glance at him, focused on his drink, occasionally looking at something in his palm.

Qianmian noticed it was a popsicle stick. Yes, just a regular popsicle stick.

“What’s that?” Qianmian asked.

The young man froze, then covered the stick with his hand, glaring at him with disdain, “What do you want?”

Qianmian got a good look at him. A clean-cut young man, looking as if he’d just stepped into the professional world, with a slightly delicate frame and black eyes filled with dislike and a hint of panic.

Qianmian’s heart skipped a beat. He swallowed hard, thinking: This is my dream lover!

Look at those beautifully chaotic eyes, those pale lips, that handsome face. He was utterly smitten!

Feeling the intense gaze, the young man frowned, his tone unfriendly, “Move your eyes away, or I’ll gouge them out.”

“Ah, ah, sorry,” the red-haired young man quickly averted his gaze, then couldn’t help but look back, sincerely saying, “You’re really good-looking. What’s your name?”

The young man rolled his eyes, ignoring him and continuing to drink. He’d heard such pick-up lines countless times and didn’t take them to heart.

But Qianmian, persistent as ever, leaned closer, asking, “What’s your name? I’m Qianmian. Nice to meet you. Let’s get along?”

“No need. There won’t be a next time,” the young man replied coldly, downing his drink and pulling out money to leave.

Qianmian panicked, grabbing his wrist. So slender.

The young man looked at him coldly.

Qianmian smiled ingratiatingly, “People come to bars either to drown their sorrows or to find romance. Since you’re here, why not have a good drink? It’s on me.”

“No need.”

“Come on, we don’t know each other. Even if we share our troubles, no one else will know, right?” The mirror demon flashed a friendly smile, appearing very approachable.

The young man’s expression softened, as if considering the possibility.

Qianmian waited patiently.

“Alright, my name is Wu Yi,” the young man finally said.

The red-haired man beamed, “Great, have a seat.”

In the small villa, two people and three animals gathered around a beautiful birthday cake in the center. On top were number candles: 28.

Mr. Ghost, slightly blushing, sang the birthday song.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”

After the song, they waited for Jiang Chenyi to blow out the candles. He closed his eyes, made a silent wish, and blew them out.

Meng Loudi picked up a knife and began cutting the cake. It was a custom-made cake with whipped cream and filled with fruits, with the words “Happy Birthday Chenyi” written on top.

Mr. Ghost glanced at the three animals and said softly, “No need to look, your cake is over there.”

Meng Jiang looked at the creamy, fragrant cake, ears drooping.

Jiang Meng was also curious about the cake, tilting its little head to look at it.

The little sparrow wasn’t interested; it preferred grains.

Meng Loudi chuckled at the cat and dog, “Sorry, you can’t have cream. It might upset your stomach. Grow up quickly, and you can eat it when you’re human.”

“Woof.” Such a pity.

“Meow.” Want to eat.

Jiang Chenyi looked at the two pitiful creatures, feeling helpless. Mr. Ghost had a point.

“Grow up quickly,” he said, patting their heads.

It had been a happy day. Though they hadn’t gone out, just staying home was joyful. Being with Meng Loudi was enough.

Meng Loudi carefully cut a piece of cake and handed it to Jiang Chenyi, “Try it, it should be good.”

“Okay.” The young man took the cake, scooping a piece with a small spoon and offering it to his lover.

“Tastes good,” Mr. Ghost smacked his lips, giving his verdict.

Jiang Chenyi tilted his head and began eating the cake. The cream, fruit, and sponge were all to Jiang’s liking. Indeed, the expensive ones were worth it.

The sparrow and the cat and dog gave up on the cream cake and went to eat their own food. They lined up in a row: the cat on the left, the dog in the middle, and the sparrow on the right, each with their own bowl.

The kids went to eat. Jiang Chenyi was full too.

Mr. Ghost took his lover’s hand and headed upstairs.

“What’s up? It’s only six o’clock.”

Jiang Chenyi raised an eyebrow, feeling like they were sneaking around like parents trying to be intimate behind their children’s backs.

Meng Loudi tilted his head, his smile enigmatic, “I have something good to show you.”

“What good thing?” Jiang Chenyi felt a sense of foreboding.

Back at the bar, Qianmian listened to the person beside him ramble on.

“I really, really like him. He’s so gentle, unlike anyone else. But I have no right to compete with his lover. Really, no right at all…”

As Wu Yi spoke, tears began to fall. He downed his Margarita in one gulp, “I wish I had met him earlier.”

“Don’t be sad. Don’t give up a whole forest for one flower. There are plenty of good people out there,” Qianmian tried to comfort him.

Wu Yi glared at him, “Who says that? There aren’t many people like him in the world! But if they weren’t together, I probably wouldn’t have met him. It’s really tragic…”

As he spoke, the young man fiddled with the popsicle stick in his hand, “Today is his birthday. I had a gift ready for him, but his lover has been with him all day, taking up all his time…”

Qianmian felt a smug smile forming inside. This meant Wu Yi had no chance. Which meant his opportunity had come.

“Don’t be so down. Maybe you’ll get your chance too? Come on, have another drink.”

The mirror demon pushed the drink towards the young man, watching him down one glass after another. His fair face was tinged with pink, looking quite tempting.

When Jiang Chenyi woke up the next day, it was already afternoon. He lay in bed, feeling it was unfair. Even though he wasn’t human anymore, why couldn’t he handle it?

Tsk.

Mr. Ghost had already gone to work, leaving Jiang behind. At some point, Jiang Meng had come over, snuggling by the young man’s ear, all fluffy.

The young man’s hand reached out, petting the little one, “Clingy thing.”

The last storm seemed to have passed. But would a new one come?

In those silver eyes, moonlight swirled.

In the gloomy underground, black railings stood. The sound of water echoed occasionally, as if something was rolling within, creating small waves.

This place wasn’t completely dark. A small vent at the top let in some light, though dim, making hope seem more like despair.

Thick chains bound the person in the water, fixing her in place. Even moving a step was a luxury.

Her long hair spread out, falling into the water. The colorless water soaked the tips of her hair. Pathetic and disgusting.

Something cold slid past her ankle, bringing a shiver.

How long had it been? She didn’t know. She no longer cared.

In the end, her fate would be to rot here in the dark, her bones left behind. No one would care. No one.

She had lived too much of a failure. What she wanted, she never got. What she wanted to possess, she couldn’t.

The door opened. Light footsteps descended the stairs. As the door at the top opened, light seeped in. Though dim, it was better than darkness.

In the murky, foul-smelling water, unrecognizable animal corpses floated. A water snake, disturbed, bit into the woman’s body, leaving several wounds.

She was now skin and bones, unrecognizable.

Luo Yun looked up, seeing an unexpected person.

“You? Why are you here?” Her voice was so hoarse it surprised even her. It sounded awful.

The newcomer, cloaked in black, covering themselves tightly, revealed their face, “Let’s make a deal.”

“What deal? To kill Meng Loudi?” Luo Yun chuckled.

“Something like that.”

“Finally gone mad?”

“Will you do it? I only need you to do one thing,” the newcomer whispered.

“Can you free me?” Luo Yun asked.

“I can. Meng Loudi hasn’t been paying attention to you. You’re fine, which surprised us.”

“Haha, a wretched life is wretched,” Luo Yun mocked herself, “How long has it been?”

“It’s April now.”

“Then let’s talk about the deal. I’m curious.”

April, huh? She’d been locked up here for eight months. Haha. Gone mad, all gone mad.

The young man lay on the bed, staring at the pale ceiling. An unexpected turn of events. An unspeakable one.

“What should I do next…”

The window opened, and someone climbed in.

“Who?!”

“It’s me,” the visitor said.

“Why are you here?”

“Do you still want what you wanted?”

“…Yes.”

He really wanted it.

“Then listen to me. I’ll help you.”

“…Okay.”