Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 67

Does eating ice cream affect one’s health regimen?

……

Certainly not.

Tempted by his appetite, the young man stood up and asked, “Wu Yi, do you want some ice cream?”

Wu Yi was so nervous he was about to lose his mind. The young man’s sudden conversation startled him, and the demon, who seemed barely out of adolescence, showed a bewildered expression, “Sure!”

In truth, he hadn’t really caught what was said.

Jiang ignored his nervousness and flashed a bright smile, “So, do you want something icy or creamy?”

Wu Yi snapped back to reality, “Chocolate.”

“Alright.” The young man walked over to the ice cream cart and began selecting in front of the aunt.

Wu Yi immediately spotted the bitter coffee ice cream and pointed at it, “I want this one.”

“Okay.” The young man chuckled and casually picked out a milk bar for himself.

He preferred pure milk ice cream.

Wu Yi took out his phone, ready to pay.

The young man held his hand down, “It’s on me.”

The aunt smiled warmly, “Four yuan. Anything else?”

“Uh, sis, I’ll take the chocolate milk and iced tea too,” Jiang said.

“Alright, that’ll be twelve yuan.” The aunt handed over the items to the young man.

Jiang scanned the QR code, paid, and handed the bitter coffee and chocolate milk to Wu Yi.

Wu Yi was almost moved to tears, receiving such a gift from the chief’s wife! Truly grateful to the heavens!

The young man watched the silent demon show an excited expression and chuckled helplessly.

He really didn’t know what role he played in Ba Lin Building now.

They returned to the bench.

Meng Jiang, the energetic dog, was playing with other pet dogs on the grass.

With a muzzle on, the other owners didn’t mind much, as it didn’t seem capable of biting anything else.

Moreover, Meng Jiang looked quite handsome and majestic.

Wu Yi tore open the ice cream wrapper and slowly ate.

Jiang leisurely licked his ice cream; his teeth weren’t great, possibly from drinking too many carbonated drinks.

Jiang felt a pang of regret. Ever since he established a relationship with Mr. Ghost, who knew the drawbacks of carbonated drinks, Jiang rarely indulged in junk food.

He could only buy them at very low frequencies.

Wu Yi finished his ice cream, while Jiang was only halfway through.

Wu Yi glanced at Jiang, then quickly looked away, fidgeting with his fingers, “Ah, um, Young Master Jiang is really gentle.”

“Uh, is that so?” Jiang beamed.

It seemed he had indeed become gentler, all thanks to Meng Loudi’s influence.

After all, as Mr. Ghost’s lover, he had to tolerate some quirks, like the occasional bite leaving a mark.

Recently, he didn’t know what ghostly tricks Loudi had learned.

Every time, he bit Jiang on the neck, making Jiang wonder if the wounds there would ever heal.

Wu Yi nodded, “Really, everyone says Young Master Jiang is such a good person, being with the chairman is such a waste.”

“Huh? What kind of saying is that?” Jiang laughed, half-crying.

He believed that being with Mr. Ghost, the real waste was definitely Meng Loudi.

Wu Yi, perhaps encouraged by the gift of ice cream, opened up and earnestly began to chat with Jiang Chenyi.

“I’m speaking from the heart here. Young Master Jiang, you’re not only good-looking but also kind and exceptional in dealing with people. The chairman, um…”

He furrowed his brows, uncertain if he should continue.

It was the first time Jiang Chenyi heard about Meng Loudi from someone else, and he was quite intrigued.

“What is he like? How do you all see Loudi?”

Wu Yi replied, “He’s the complete opposite of how he is with you! In front of you, he’s like Mr. Nice Guy, gentle and affectionate, speaking softly. But with us, Mr. Chief is as cold as the winter wind.

We’re all afraid that, without knowing why, we might get devoured by Mr. Chief. His gaze is icy, especially when there’s an emergency that disturbs him! His expression looks like he wants to annihilate us!

It’s truly terrifying. Sometimes, when facing Mr. Chief alone, I feel like I might be scared back into my original form, trying hard to suppress the urge to flee.”

Wu Yi finished his thoughts on Meng Loudi in one breath, feeling a sense of relief.

Jiang listened, feeling that this description was very different from the person he knew.

He had never seen Mr. Ghost’s truly cold side.

“Maybe it’s not that bad?” Jiang was unsure.

Wu Yi looked at the chief’s wife and sighed, “It might be even worse.”

Jiang Chenyi forced a smile. So, just how terrifying was his Mr. Ghost to others?

Jiang Chenyi tried to steer the conversation away from the awkward topic, “By the way, Wu Yi, are you a demon too?”

“Yes,” came the raspy reply.

“So, what kind of demon are you, Wu Yi? I’m just curious. If it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to answer.” Jiang tilted his head, looking at Wu Yi.

Wu Yi touched his dark hair, “Well, Young Master Jiang, can you guess? I’ll give you three tries, and even if you get it wrong, I’ll tell you.”

Three tries?

Jiang began to think seriously.

Wu Yi seemed to have a smaller build.

These demons often inherit some traits from their original forms.

Like Bai Lu, who is tall and slender, giving off an elegant and mysterious vibe.

Brownish is a little rabbit, small and fluffy, looking very cute, though sometimes a bit hyper.

So, what could Wu Yi be?

He seemed like a small animal, probably something black.

His eyes and hair were both very dark.

But it was still hard to guess.

Jiang rubbed his chin and said, “Give me a hint, like what kind of animal it is, and I’ll try my best to guess.”

The young man’s brown eyes shone brightly under his lashes, and they were sitting quite close now.

Wu Yi could see the caramel-like warmth in those eyes, looking so warm and sweet.

His heart skipped a beat.

“A bird, I’m a bird,” came the hoarse voice.

Jiang rubbed his chin and asked, “A myna?”

“No,” Wu Yi shook his head.

Jiang Chenyi thought for a moment. Right, mynas are chatterboxes, so it couldn’t be someone as quiet as Wu Yi.

“Then, is it a crow?” The young man hesitated to mention this animal, as crows didn’t seem to be a good omen.

True Crow Spirit Wu Yi nodded, his voice even softer, “Yes.”

Among the eight chiefs, there was indeed a millennia-old crow spirit.

Jiang Chenyi noticed Wu Yi’s apparent unease and reached out to pat his shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay, right? You seem a bit nervous.”

Wu Yi looked up at Jiang, pursing his lips, “Young Master Jiang doesn’t mind?”

The young man tilted his head, “Mind what?”

“The crow…”

Jiang Chenyi chuckled, “Do you think someone who lives with a ghost would mind you being a crow?”

Indeed, it takes courage to be with a ghost.

Despite the ancient saying that humans and ghosts tread different paths, Jiang, this superstitious young man, still chose to be with Meng Loudi without hesitation.

That’s true love.

Wu Yi blinked, realizing it made sense.

But thinking about it, he felt a bit down.

A human who doesn’t hold prejudice even against ghosts might also treat crows with kindness.

“Mr. Chief is truly lucky,” the crow spirit unknowingly uttered.

Jiang smiled warmly, “I’m the lucky one, holding onto my beloved’s golden thigh.”

If not for Meng Loudi, Jiang would still be a small-town citizen in a minor city.

Having learned about Wu Yi’s existence, Jiang was curious.

“Uh, Wu Yi, can I ask you some questions?”

“Of course!”

“Is the cursed mouth real?” The young man scratched his hair, purely curious.

It’s said that the cursed mouth makes many things come true.

He wondered if it was true.

Wu Yi nodded, “It’s real. We crow spirits sometimes unintentionally say things that come true. Good things and bad things alike.”

“Can a person have a cursed mouth?”

“It’s possible. I’ve heard of someone,” Wu Yi’s expression turned serious, “Supposedly, a woman had a cursed mouth, able to speak things into existence. It’s said that her cursed mouth created a non-existent bloodthirsty monster.”

“What?” Jiang was stunned.

The crow spirit looked at him, his dark eyes carrying a somber hue, “She liked to make terrifying assumptions, but there was no entity to fulfill them. Her cursed mouth seemed even more potent than ours, so from her own being, a bloodthirsty demon was born to realize all the bad things she spoke of. That demon was incredibly powerful, formed by some strange ability, and at the time, almost no one could harm it, let alone kill it.”

Jiang Chenyi felt a chill down his spine.

A person’s words could create a monster to fulfill them because there was no existing entity capable of doing so?

It’s truly fascinating.

Is this what those dreamy, fantastical worlds are like?

“So, what happened in the end?” The young man’s voice carried curiosity rather than fear.

Wu Yi lowered his gaze and said, “At that time, the Jiang Family found a coiled dragon jade ring and performed a divination. They discovered the solution and persuaded the woman to speak certain words. It was so unique that I still remember it clearly.

‘I have created a terrifying monster, and this monster has gone mad. I feel tormented by it, but this demon will not spare me, its creator. So, it will kill me, and my death will also kill it.’

Then, the woman really perished along with the monster.”

Jiang’s eyes momentarily lost focus.

Jiang Family? Same surname as his.

Jiang Chenyi tapped his knuckles and asked, “Did the woman really die?”

Wu Yi nodded, “She did. She was in great pain. Before she realized the horror of her own words, she uttered something terrifying. ‘Will my family, my loved ones, be cruelly taken from me one day?’ Death might have been her salvation.”

That woman, recorded in the history of supernatural beings, paid a heavy price for her extraordinary gift.

Jiang rested his chin on his hand and sighed, “It’s such a pity. Such an exceptional person, such powerful strength.”

But the strength was too great, and it backfired on its own essence.

The crow spirit lowered his gaze, exuding a sense of tranquility.

“Indeed, Young Master Jiang is different from ordinary people.”

“How so?”

“Others who hear this story mostly wouldn’t believe it. Even if they did, they’d feel pity and sympathy.”

The crow spirit looked at the young man, his eyes carrying a mysterious aura.

“But you believed it without hesitation. Although Young Master Jiang has sympathy and pity, it seems different, and there’s more… what is it…”

Jiang Chenyi flashed a bright smile and said, “Maybe my way of thinking is different from others.”

If his thinking were normal, he probably wouldn’t be with Meng Loudi.

Feeding the tiger with oneself-such a thing is not something an average person would do.