Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 72

Meng Jiang lay on his lap, nuzzling his waist in an attempt to comfort his father. Mr. Ghost looked at the obedient black dog and rubbed its ears, saying, “Thank you, Meng Jiang, thank you.”

If it weren’t for the dog, who knows if his Chenyi would still be alive. Even though his fate was uncertain now, it was still better than dying right in front of him.

Mr. Ghost wiped his face, his gaze dark and brooding. If anything happened to his precious one, he couldn’t be sure what he might do. The Luo Family, the Liu Family, he wouldn’t spare any of them.

The young man opened his eyes, staring at the dim ceiling above. Was he supposed to thank the heavens for not being dead yet?

Luo Yun sat on the other side, looking at him with a mocking smile. “What’s wrong? Do you think you can still be rescued?”

Jiang Chenyi, parched and dry-mouthed, glanced at her sideways and scoffed, “Crazy.”

“Crazy? Who isn’t? When you’re dead, I’ll throw your corpse in front of that mad ghost, and then he’ll be the crazy one.” Luo Yun held her sword with malice.

The young man had been tormented by her to the point of losing his temper. Staring at the pitch-black ceiling, he said, “People like you will never die a good death.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll die after you do,” the woman retorted.

Jiang Chenyi felt the situation was somewhat surreal. Here he was, sitting in the same cramped cabin with a woman who had tried to kill him less than twenty-four hours ago.

“So, where are you planning to take me?” Jiang felt uncomfortable, as if he had a fever.

He even wondered if he might die from illness.

The woman laughed, “Taking you to a place where the Alliance of Supernatural Beings and those families can’t reach.”

“Abroad?” Jiang couldn’t think of anywhere else.

“Perhaps.” Luo Yun looked at the miserable man. “We’ll come back when the storm has passed.”

“Ha, the storm won’t pass; it’ll only get worse,” Jiang asserted.

He didn’t even need to think about it; his man was probably going crazy right now. In a few days, he might hear news of the apocalypse. Could he possibly create something like zombies?

Luo Hui looked at him, “That would be good too. If no one is at peace, I’ll be happy.”

Jiang closed his eyes, thinking: What a damn psychopath.

After a long silence, the woman spoke, “If you tell me where Luo Hui is now, I can let you go.”

“I’ve already told you, you don’t believe the truth, and you don’t believe the lies either. What do you want me to do?” The young man didn’t even open his eyes.

The woman moved, touching the young man’s cheek, her fingertips cold, different from Mr. Ghost’s kind of cold. Mr. Ghost’s cold was dangerous yet reassuring. But the cold from Luo Yun made him uncomfortable, like a lifeless chill.

“What are you doing?” The young man opened his eyes reluctantly.

The woman’s fingers danced on his skin, asking, “Why do you like men? Are you naturally a freak?”

Jiang rolled his eyes, “Can you speak properly? What era is this? Who people love is none of your business. Even if I marry a tree, does it bother you?”

What era is this, with thoughts as rotten as dog poop, cold and hard?

Luo Yun withdrew her hand, staring at him. “It goes against the heavenly Dao; the world won’t tolerate it.”

“Who says the world won’t tolerate it? We’re living just fine. Even if some don’t like it, there are still those who support us. We’re just living our lives without bothering anyone else. Is that wrong?” Jiang Chenyi replied calmly.

They hadn’t done anything wrong.

What had they done wrong?

They simply liked each other.

If Mr. Ghost were Miss Ghost, he would probably like her just as much.

And people were quite accepting.

No one would point fingers.

They had done a good job keeping things private, so no one extra would find out.

Luo Yun looked at him, cracking her knuckles, the sound echoing ominously.

“Isn’t it wrong? Humans and ghosts are different, same-sex relationships, humans and demons can’t coexist-aren’t these all wrong?” Her voice was chilling.

It sounded like she wanted to snap Jiang Chenyi in half.

Jiang Chenyi wasn’t afraid now; at worst, it meant death.

Though he felt sorry for Mr. Ghost, he had no other options now.

He was completely at the mercy of fate.

“What you call wrong is just an obstacle to the propagation of the species. But now, with so many people in the world, isn’t our existence helping to control the population growth?”

Jiang Chenyi bared his teeth, wincing as he tugged at the wound on his back, his smile looking rather grim.

“So you’re saying you’re actually doing something right?” The woman sneered.

“In this world, what is truly black and white, right and wrong? It’s all determined by the human heart.” The young man closed his eyes.

To other living beings, the existence of humans is wrong.

To humans, disrupting social order and shaking the foundations of the world is wrong.

In the end, it’s all judgments made from one’s own interests or moral standpoint.

Just like for him, everything Luo Yun did was wrong.

But for Luo Yun, it was all right.

How laughable.

The cabin fell into silence once more.

Jiang Chenyi developed a high fever. His whole body turned red and hot.

Luo Yun watched him, unmoved.

Perhaps her heart had already died, silently, in the endless search for Luo Hui.

Yet she still wanted to find Luo Hui, to tell him…

She didn’t want anything else, just her uncle.

In the midst of his feverish torment, Jiang Chenyi opened his eyes and murmured softly, “Water… I need water…”

Luo Hui looked at him, picked up a bottle of water from nearby, and brought it to his lips.

Better not to die.

The young man tilted his head slightly, eagerly drinking the water.

The curve of his jaw was strikingly handsome.

Water flowed from the bottle, tracing the curve and soaking his pajamas. The blue-gray plaid fabric at his neck darkened.

Luo Yun watched that spot, as if…

She reached out, almost involuntarily, and touched the damp fabric.

Jiang Chenyi’s eyes narrowed, and he turned his head, liquid spilling from the bottle onto his face. The young man said coldly, “What are you doing?”

The woman lifted her hand, taking the bottle away, her gaze empty and devoid of emotion.

“Nothing.”

Jiang Chenyi closed his eyes. “Definitely crazy.”

Luo Yun ignored him, picking up a talisman and pressing it against him, threatening, “Don’t think about calling for help. No one can save you.”

The young man tilted his head, not listening at all.

The woman stood up and ascended the narrow staircase.

The sound of her footsteps gradually faded away.

Jiang Chenyi let out a sigh of relief, gazing at the talisman.

Luo Yun dared to leave him alone, which meant that his situation wasn’t as relaxed as he had hoped.

Who knew if touching this talisman would bring that lunatic rushing back, sword in hand, ready to kill him?

Jiang closed his eyes.

He didn’t want to die, not at all.

After all the effort, after finally breaking free from a mundane and lonely life, he had stepped onto a different path.

He had love, money, even freedom and time.

Who would want to die?

Crazy.

He was greedy for everything Mr. Ghost offered-love, appearance, body, demeanor, speech, wealth.

Everything, Mr. Ghost could give him.

Meng Loudi, he wanted to stay by his side forever, waiting for death to take him away.

He wanted… to see Mr. Ghost one more time, to tell him how much he missed him.

The woman reached the deck.

They were on a small fishing boat, and she had gotten them aboard by throwing money around.

No one would refuse money.

She leaned against the dirty railing, looking at the filth.

Now, she had become like this too.

Absolutely filthy.

Her long hair fluttered in the sea breeze.

The image of the young man’s soaked collar lingered in her mind.

Soft strands of hair, brown eyes, cracked pale lips.

Skin smooth and white from pampering.

Ha.

“Indeed, a little pet,” she chuckled, her fingertips brushing her brow.

A thought arose, giving her an inexplicable thrill.

Jiang Chenyi felt like he was burning alive.

It was unbearably hot, like he was going to die from the heat.

Every cell screamed for water, as if without it, he would perish.

Cold fingertips pressed against his restless eyes.

The woman’s voice came from above.

“Still alive?”

Jiang barely opened his eyes, pulling a smile across his face, “Sorry, just a stubborn life, hard to kill.”

Luo Yun now crouched over him, her black eyes clouded with darkness.

“Indeed, a stubborn life. How does it feel? Painful, right? Jiang Chenyi, I’ll give you a chance, a chance to live. Do you want it?”

Jiang curled his lips, “Tell me, then I’ll know if I want it.”

“Join me.” Luo Yun pressed against his lips, her words like a death sentence.

Jiang smirked, “Really?”

“Of course.”

The young man struggled to keep his eyes open, trying to imprint her face in his memory.

“Dream on,” he rasped.

Luo Yun paused, releasing him, looking at the flushed young man, “Then fend for yourself.”

She stood up from him, her gaze icy, walked to the side, hugged her sword, leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes.

Whether she was truly asleep or pretending, who knew.

Jiang swallowed, but it seemed like nothing went down.

He stared at the ceiling, remembering that the lunatic had that face.

If he ever met someone who looked like that again, he’d run far away.

Ugh, that lunatic not only coveted his life but also his body. What could he do?!

Jiang wasn’t the kind of man who’d do anything to survive!

He was conservative, saving himself for his husband!

Besides, with a woman, he really wasn’t sure he could…

Jiang found solace in his misery, comforting himself well, tilting his head, thinking: If he died here, it wouldn’t be so bad.

He’d probably be tossed into the sea, leaving no evidence behind.

Meng Loudi could then believe he was still alive and keep searching for him.

Maybe, while Mr. Ghost searched the world for him, he’d meet someone who resembled him, leading to a stand-in drama, eventually ending happily together.

And him?

He’d be the starting point of the protagonists’ love and a catalyst time and again.

Ah, it was so painful.

The thought of someone else beside his Mr. Ghost made his heart feel like it was soaked in vinegar.

Truly awful.

The young man closed his eyes, tears trickling down, wetting his hair.

Luo Yun opened her eyes, looking at the now silent man.

Soon, once they left here and reached another country, no one would be able to find them, at least not for a while.