Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 92

The little black cat clawed at the sheets, struggling to climb up. It wanted to see that person, to see what had happened to that great individual. Last night, it seemed like there were sounds of distress. The little black cat, being a grateful creature, dragged its tiny lame leg, trying hard to ascend.

Then a large, snow-white hand reached down and scooped it up.

“Meow~” The little black cat widened its eyes, looking at the young man below.

Jiang Chenyi gazed at the silly little thing, sat up, and kissed its forehead, “Morning.”

“Meow.”

“Meow,” Jiang said with a smile.

Last night, the dog man wanted to end him, but Jiang had survived with resilience.

Jiang Chenyi held the little black cat, completely resigned to his fate. After all, Meng Loudi had already figured it out. There was nothing left to hide.

Jiang placed the little black cat on the bed, dressed himself, and then carried it out.

Jiang Chenyi lazily strolled into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, and chuckled, “So, how are you feeling now that you know the truth, hubby?”

Mr. Ghost continued cooking with indifference, “It’s alright.”

“Ha, I thought you’d be so mad you’d want to hurt yourself,” Jiang Chenyi quipped sarcastically. If it weren’t for this nemesis, he wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Mr. Ghost glanced at him, a smirk playing on his lips, “Because Chenyi calmed me down. If I had found out without Chenyi, what do you think I would have done?”

“…You’re so annoying,” Jiang Chenyi sighed deeply, “You’re really a bothersome man.”

“Well, there’s no helping it, is there? Wasn’t it Chenyi who chose me?” Mr. Ghost replied with a charming smile.

Jiang Chenyi: “True, since we’re together, let’s face it together.”

Mr. Ghost flipped the pan, “No, we won’t. By the way, when did it start?”

“It probably started when I first began seeing ghosts, but it got worse over time. I can see the aura around you all.”

“Aura?”

“Yes, this little one’s aura is golden, while yours, hubby, is a deep black with a touch of blood red,” Jiang said with a grin.

Meng Loudi paused, a hint of surprise on his face, “Chenyi, come here.”

“What?”

“Be good.”

Lately, the dog man kept saying ‘be good.’ It was really annoying. But Jiang still obediently walked over.

Meng Loudi looked at his lover standing before him and softly said, “Open your eyes wide and look at me.”

“Okay.” Jiang Chenyi indeed stared at him without blinking.

The two locked eyes.

Mr. Ghost gazed into his eyes. What lay within those clear brown eyes? Beneath the brown, a faint silver outline appeared at the edge, barely visible unless closely examined.

Meng Loudi’s breath caught for a moment, and he whispered, “…Lunar halo.”

“What’s that?” Jiang blinked.

Mr. Ghost’s lips curled, a mix of a smile and a tear, “The Eye of the Lunar Halo, a sacred object that can see the existence of two worlds, the essence of all things, and the seams of time and space.”

“My eyes?” Jiang was a bit surprised.

“It should be right.” Mr. Ghost looked at him, his tone grave. “It’s the lunar halo.”

“This thing, it almost killed me?”

Now there seemed to be another possibility, not because of Meng Loudi. It was his own reason, so perhaps Meng Loudi shouldn’t be blamed.

Hope flickered in Jiang’s eyes.

Mr. Ghost curled his lips into a smile, nodding, giving him an affirmative answer.

“Yes. The lunar halo is a divine item recorded in the collection of ancient artifacts, ranked alongside the Auric Eye. However, at its inception, it brings great harm to its bearer. The disadvantages outweigh the benefits.” Mr. Ghost reached out, caressing his cheek, and smiled faintly.

That smile was one of relief, and his dark eyes seemed almost tearful.

“Now, can Chenyi stay with me? I will find a way to help my little mister, so please, stay within my reach.”

“……Of course.” Jiang pressed his hand, flashing a bright smile, his white teeth showing.

In this way, both could be freed.

A burnt smell began to rise from the pot, and Mr. Ghost hurriedly turned off the fire, looking at the dried-up soup, he sighed.

“It seems we’ll have to wait a bit to eat.”

“That’s okay, we can wait.”

Loudi looked at the young man and then at the little black cat in his arms, “Ah, but it seems it can’t wait.”

“Meow~” The little black cat looked up at them, tail perked up.

“Ha, is that so? Then, husband, quickly wash your hands and make the soup.” Jiang stroked the little kitten he was holding and chuckled.

“Alright.” Mr. Ghost, in good spirits, emptied the contents of his pot and started cooking again.

Jiang leaned against the door frame, watching his movements. “You were really angry then, what were you thinking at that time?”

Mr. Ghost paused in his chopping. “Do you know what I thought after you left?”

“Mmm-hmm~”

“I thought about dragging you back, locking you up, and then making sure you could never leave me. Maybe even break your legs.” Mr. Ghost said chillingly, yet with a smile.

“Wow, that harsh?” Jiang grinned.

“I’m not joking, seriously.” Mr. Ghost looked at the chopping board in front of him.

He was serious. If Jiang Chenyi wanted to leave him, he definitely couldn’t bear it.

Absolutely couldn’t bear it.

Even if Jiang Chenyi was a playboy, he couldn’t give up on him.

He was his source of warmth.

Locking himself in the room for two days was also to prevent himself from committing some unforgivable sin in a fit of rage.

Jiang Chenyi tilted his head, his expression indifferent, “I know that too.”

He also understood what this malevolent spirit was capable of.

But staying here, he was just asking for trouble.

Deliberately provoking him to unleash his fury once.

It felt quite good, actually.

Mr. Ghost boiled water, making congee.

Vegetable and shredded pork congee.

“Meng Jiang also misses you a lot, it seems to know you left it behind, it’s been down lately, looking quite melancholic.” Mr. Ghost spoke of their dog at home.

Jiang, stroking the fluffy little creature in his hands, sighed, “Daddy’s sorry to it.”

“What’s with that little kitten?” Mr. Ghost eyed the small bundle skeptically.

It was truly strange, not afraid of him at all.

Even Meng Jiang had been scared of him when he was little.

Jiang held the kitten under its armpits and lifted it up.

The little black cat instantly stretched into a long, slender line.

“Isn’t it adorable? I found it and thought it might be a brief comfort for the rest of my life.”

“Well, since you’ve brought it back, keep it,” Meng Loudi said, watching him. “As long as you like it.”

“I do. I like Meng Jiang, I like it, and I love you,” Jiang Chenyi said with a grin.

Sweet talk came effortlessly to Jiang now, like second nature.

“I love you too,” Mr. Ghost replied, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he glanced at the pot of porridge.

No matter what, he loved Jiang Chenyi.

He even loved his sweet words.

Mr. Ghost finished preparing breakfast, and the two of them ate.

The little black cat, now full, lay sprawled on the table, pretending to be a dead cat.

Jiang nudged its little paws.

Mr. Ghost looked at the black cat and asked, “What’s its name?”

“Haven’t named it yet.”

“Why not?” Mr. Ghost raised an eyebrow.

“Afraid that if I die, I won’t be able to take responsibility. That would be terrible,” Jiang said with a casual smile, mentioning death as if it were nothing.

“Don’t say such things. I’ll find a way. I’ve already sent word to Bai Lu and the others, asking them to help find a way to reduce or transfer the harm of the Eye of the Lunar Halo,” Mr. Ghost said, holding Jiang Chenyi close and kissing his hair. “Even if they can’t find a solution, I will.”

He had another plan.

No matter what, he would make sure Jiang Chenyi lived a long life.

“Okay.” Jiang Chenyi hugged him, closing his eyes.

He always believed in his Mr. Ghost.

Even if the chances of survival were slim.

Two days later, Jiang coughed up blood again.

The young man leaned over the sink, retching blood, large amounts of it pouring from his body.

Meng Loudi stood by, helpless.

Now, he could do nothing, not even touch him.

How absurd.

He loved him so much.

Yet he could do nothing.

No way to help.

Jiang finished coughing up blood, looked at the pale-faced Mr. Ghost, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

There was still blood on his teeth, yet he claimed to be fine.

Mr. Ghost’s face turned a shade of green.

Bai Lu and the other twelve officers were all working hard to help him find a solution.

But he couldn’t wait any longer.

Even if he had endless time, Chenyi did not.

“We’re leaving.”

“Where to?” Jiang cleaned himself up.

Mr. Ghost grabbed his wrist and said, “To find someone who can save you.”

“Wait! Bring the cat!” Jiang called out.

“Tsk.”

“It’s so small, it can’t survive without me,” Jiang rolled his eyes and took the kitten along.

Mr. Ghost picked him up and jumped out the window. He still had the address of that small town from last time.

The little black cat was flying for the first time, meowing excitedly.

“What should we name it?” Jiang asked, fiddling with its ears.

“How about Jiang Meng?” Mr. Ghost suggested absentmindedly.

“Alright, Jiang Meng it is~” The young man agreed without a second thought.

Jiang Meng: “Meow meow?”

The two flew through the sky, with Mr. Ghost keeping a moderate pace to accommodate Jiang’s condition.

Jiang played with the man’s hair, which was long and silky.

“Where are we going? And who is this big shot that can save my life?” Jiang inquired.

“The last time I looked for you, I found someone there to help,” Mr. Ghost replied, glancing at him. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

“Alright then,” Jiang shrugged.

With him around, it shouldn’t be too bad.

Soon enough, under the slightly chilly sunlight, they arrived at the so-called small town.

Molin Town.

They landed at the town’s entrance.

After a respectful bow, Mr. Ghost led Jiang inside.

They followed the same path as last time.

As they passed by a small shop filled with a delicious aroma, the friendly grandma immediately recognized the man, greeting them with a smile, “Oh, aren’t you the guest from that day? Would you like some more wontons? Were they good last time?”

Mr. Ghost paused, momentarily forgetting about the wontons from before.

Jiang sniffed the savory air, his nose twitching.

“Mr. Ghost, I want some-it smells so good.”

“Then let’s eat before we go,” Meng Loudi said, pulling him along.

Jiang Meng also sniffed the air, tongue out, eyes full of longing.

They sat at a small table inside the shop.

Jiang looked at the small menu on the wall and said, “I’ll have an order of wontons.”

“I’ll have wontons too,” Mr. Ghost echoed, following suit.

Jiang interrupted, “No, grandma, we’ll have one order of wontons and one order of tangyuan! Thank you.”

“Alright, just a moment, it’ll be quick,” the grandma said, starting to prepare the wontons.

It seemed even the tangyuan would be made fresh.