Chapter 116: My Guardian Spirit is Dead (2)
Xie Yunzhi looked at the two ghosts floating in front of her, neither of which looked remotely benevolent, and said, a little puzzled, “Don’t you even bother changing your appearance when you try to scam people? If you transformed into the God of Wealth, more people would probably fall for it.”
“Scam? You’re saying we’re trying to scam you?” one of the ghosts shrieked, its voice rising sharply.
Xie Yunzhi raised an eyebrow and asked, “Can you really grant any wish?”
“Of course.”
“I want to become a god,” Xie Yunzhi said, looking at them and smiling.
The two ghosts exchanged glances, then spat at Xie Yunzhi, although, being ghosts, they didn’t actually produce any saliva.
“Ha, if I could become a god, would I be out here scamming… no, cultivating?” the larger ghost said with dissatisfaction. “Don’t be ridiculous, becoming a god? How about something more realistic? Money? Academic success? Love?”
Xie Yunzhi took a step back: “My monthly allowance is eight hundred thousand, academically, I’m in the top three in my department, and as for love, I’m not interested at the moment, although many people are pursuing me.”
The two ghosts: …
Although they hadn’t made a deal with Xie Yunzhi, hearing her words made them want to strangle her.
“I’m leaving, if I’m late, the cold noodles I want to eat will be sold out,” Xie Yunzhi said, nodding.
“Eight hundred thousand allowance and you’re eating cold noodles?”
“I like them,” Xie Yunzhi said, walking past them with her bag, but the two ghosts persistently followed her.
“Why are you following me?” Xie Yunzhi asked, not understanding.
One of the ghosts took a deep breath: “Because your soul smells delicious.”
“It’s not that you can’t follow me, but please make yourselves look more presentable.” Xie Yunzhi was still too late; the cold noodles were sold out. She sighed softly and bought a sausage instead.
Although it was summer, with the two ghosts behind her, she felt as cool as if she were in an air-conditioned room.
She went home, and the two ghosts followed her inside.
Before even approaching, Jiang Zhiyan sensed the presence of two unfamiliar ghosts. Because she had concealed her vengeful spirit aura, the two ghosts inside didn’t notice her. When she entered, she saw them standing next to Xie Yunzhi, looking menacing, while Xie Yunzhi was sitting on the carpet, reading.
She floated over, and only when she was right in front of them did the two ghosts notice her presence. Their already ugly faces distorted in shock, their eyeballs popping out, and their jaws dropping to the ground.
“G-Great, Great King, we didn’t know this was your chosen… meal.”
Jiang Zhiyan punched each of them, then slowly floated to Xie Yunzhi, looked down at her, bent down, and gazed into her eyes.
“Can she see me?”
“Yes,” the System said. “She just saw those two ghosts.”
“Then why is she ignoring me?”
“Maybe because you’re a vengeful spirit,” the System replied.
Jiang Zhiyan stood up again. She still didn’t know what she looked like and asked the System to project her image. She fell silent after seeing it.
She had all the elements of traditional Chinese horror: a red wedding dress, a head full of hairpins, a pale face, and blood-red lips.
“She has strong nerves,” Jiang Zhiyan couldn’t help but comment, she knew she was wearing a red wedding dress, but she didn’t expect her face to look this ghastly.
“Indeed, she didn’t even flinch,” the System said with emotion. “I would be scared to death.”
Jiang Zhiyan floated beside Xie Yunzhi: “You ate a sausage, and now I want one too, buy one for me tomorrow.”
Xie Yunzhi turned a page in her book.
“I just had a fight, with a charlatan, be careful he doesn’t try to scam you,” Jiang Zhiyan said, circling Xie Yunzhi and floating above her head. “Do you know why no ghosts usually bother you? Because I’m here.”
“I’m bored when no one talks to me, Xie Yunzhi, why are you so cold?” Jiang Zhiyan suddenly moved closer to Xie Yunzhi’s face, but the latter remained calm.
“She seems to be used to ignoring you,” the System said.
“I can form a marriage contract with her,” Jiang Zhiyan looked at Xie Yunzhi.
Ordinary people couldn’t handle it, but Xie Yunzhi, with her special constitution and protagonist halo, definitely could.
Xie Yunzhi stood up and went to the bathroom. Jiang Zhiyan, looking at her retreating figure, said: “I have a feeling she was waiting for me to come back before taking a shower.”
“See? Those two ghosts clearly have ulterior motives, but she doesn’t know, you’re the most twisted one,” the System sighed.
Jiang Zhiyan: …
“Some ghosts are truly morally depraved, the underworld should enact laws, those who peep should be sent to hell,” Jiang Zhiyan said, getting to work and started writing a proposal to the underworld. “And don’t compare me to those disgusting things.”
“Host, aren’t you afraid of the underworld coming after you? You’re a vengeful spirit!”
“You’re right.”
Jiang Zhiyan added at the end: “As a vengeful spirit, I despise such shameful behavior, I believe ordinary ghosts wouldn’t do such things, and since you consider vengeful spirits the most despicable of ghosts, as a centuries-old vengeful spirit, I should be the moral bottom line for all ghosts.”
As the underworld’s most wanted criminal, the letter she sent down was quickly brought before the King of Hell, who, after a moment of silence, said: “Very reasonable, approved, go and handle this matter.”
The judge who received the letter scanned it, fell silent, and then relayed the instructions.
The System, observing the underworld, was a bit speechless.
“They’re not even planning to arrest you,” the System said, not understanding.
“The underworld is very busy right now, and I’m being so well-behaved, they naturally wouldn’t want to waste resources coming after me,” Jiang Zhiyan floated in the air. “I’m so bored, I’ll write another article.”
The System glanced at Jiang Zhiyan’s title: Creating a Civilized Underworld, Building a Harmonious Space.
After finishing writing, she burned the article and sent it down again.
Xie Yunzhi came out of the bathroom, wearing a newly bought nightgown, a lace-trimmed camisole, but Jiang Zhiyan only glanced at it before Xie Yunzhi covered herself with a small blanket.
“Go to bed early,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
Xie Yunzhi ignored her and even made herself a cup of coffee, just to spite her.
After being discovered, Song Zhili was sent to the hospital, and the police also arrived. Faced with their questions, he didn’t know what to say, and coincidentally, the surveillance footage from that period was missing.
“I lost a dare,” Song Zhili said with a dry laugh.
The police officer looked at him suspiciously, and a worldly person next to him patted the officer’s shoulder: “Respect personal preferences.”
Only when Song Zhili left did he realize what “respect personal preferences” meant.
He looked around, took out his compass, couldn’t find Jiang Zhiyan’s location, hesitated for two seconds, and decided to go to A University, since Jiang Zhiyan had stayed there for so long, there must be a reason.
When Song Zhili arrived at the gate of A University, he sensed an unusual aura, and just as he was about to enter, he was stopped by the security guard.
“Do you have an appointment?”
Song Zhili was stunned for two seconds: “No.”
“You need an appointment.”
Song Zhili immediately took out his phone and, unfortunately, discovered that today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow were all fully booked.
“I have urgent business inside,” Song Zhili said.
“Everyone says that.”
Song Zhili looked inside the school and quickly booked a visiting slot for three days later.
Jiang Zhiyan wasn’t surprised that Song Zhili was at the gate of A University, after all, he wasn’t stupid, it was difficult to trick someone twice, and she couldn’t kill him.
“Is his leg okay?”
“He’s using crutches, he can’t enter without an appointment, he booked a slot for three days later.”
“I was too lenient, but Xie Yunzhi doesn’t have classes three days from now, so she won’t be at school, is his brain not working?” Jiang Zhiyan narrowed her eyes and looked at Xie Yunzhi. “I know your birth date and time, if you don’t speak, it means you agree to be engaged to me.”
Xie Yunzhi still didn’t react.
“I know the date on your ID is fake,” Jiang Zhiyan said, floating under Xie Yunzhi’s umbrella. “You’re really good at enduring.”
Xie Yunzhi had a full day of classes. Because she was bored, Jiang Zhiyan learned about the situation in the underworld from the System and wrote two more articles, Building a New Underworld, Keeping Up with the Times and Underworld Technological Reform: Recommendations for Re-employment of Waiting Souls.
“They even have to work after death?” the System complained. Jiang Zhiyan’s articles resonated with the King of Hell and were actually kept, absurd, so absurd, the two sides were supposed to be sworn enemies in the book.
“I wrote about the principle of voluntary participation, thank you very much,” Jiang Zhiyan corrected it. “But I actually gained merit.”
“You did gain merit, but your merit is still negative,” the System said.
Jiang Zhiyan exhaled softly and looked at Xie Yunzhi’s notebook: “You made a typo, here.”
She pointed at it.
The next second, Xie Yunzhi subconsciously crossed out the typo, realizing what she had done, her hand paused, but her expression remained unchanged.
“Can’t you hear me?” Jiang Zhiyan asked, lying on the table, resting her head on her arm, and looking at Xie Yunzhi. “Why are you ignoring me?!”
“Be quiet, this is important!” Xie Yunzhi finally couldn’t help it and said in a low voice.
Jiang Zhiyan, satisfied, widened her eyes slightly: “So you can see me.”
“Quiet,” Xie Yunzhi said, looking up at the blackboard.
Jiang Zhiyan quieted down, her mood joyful, she floated around the classroom twice, then returned to Xie Yunzhi’s side.
However, her good mood disappeared after class. A well-dressed man sat down next to Xie Yunzhi, taking her seat, and kept glancing at her, seemingly planning something.
Jiang Zhiyan stood there, dissatisfied, looking at Xie Yunzhi: “Make him leave.”
Xie Yunzhi didn’t speak.
“Classmate, can I add you on WeChat? I’ve been following you for a long time.”
“No,” Xie Yunzhi said, without even looking at him.
“Why? Let’s be friends.”
“I have intermittent explosive disorder,” Xie Yunzhi said, looking at him expressionlessly. “You’re disturbing me taking notes, I’m trying very hard to control myself right now.”
His expression froze for two seconds, then he quickly got up and left. Jiang Zhiyan returned to her seat and looked back at the man, who had already left the classroom and was talking to someone else, seemingly a student from another class: “He seems to have believed it.”
“Let him believe it, it’s fine,” Xie Yunzhi said casually.
Passing classmates looked around, puzzled, recalling the gossip they had just heard, and quickly distanced themselves from her.
Xie Yunzhi: …
That afternoon, she was called in by her counselor. She explained that she had just said that to avoid adding him, and only after a long explanation did the counselor let her go.
“You can tell people you have a guardian angel,” Jiang Zhiyan suggested.
Xie Yunzhi didn’t speak, ignoring her, she took out her sunglasses and put them on, looking unapproachable.
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