Chapter 121: My Guardian Spirit is Dead (7)
When Song Zhili woke up in the hospital, three days had already passed. He had lost a significant amount of weight in those three days. Seeing the person sitting beside his bed, he coughed a couple of times and asked, “Dad, is Miss Xie alright?”
His father’s expression twisted slightly. “She’s fine. What could happen to her?”
He desperately wanted to complain and vent his frustrations, but felt embarrassed about revealing that he had been taken to the police station for questioning.
The Song family was already displeased; after all, bailing out their son, then the father, was incredibly embarrassing.
“That vengeful spirit, she’s too powerful,” Song Zhili said, frowning and clutching his chest, coughing again. “Didn’t they say I’m a nemesis of vengeful spirits?”
Song Zhili now suspected the family elders had been deceiving him. After all, he wasn’t disconnected from the internet, and he knew there were many people who built up children just to tear them down.
He suddenly felt a sense of despair, perhaps he was just an ordinary person, although he was considered exceptional within the Song family, perhaps he was the only one barely presentable.
His father watched as his son’s spirits deflated: “Of course you’re a nemesis of vengeful spirits! You’re just too weak right now. She’s a centuries-old vengeful spirit with many dirty tricks up her sleeve. Of course you can’t defeat her in a straight fight.”
“Tsk,” Jiang Zhiyan said, poking her head in through the window. “So you resort to slander when you can’t win, huh?”
Song Zhili, in the hospital bed, and his father, sitting beside him, both fell silent, then simultaneously turned to look at the window.
“Come on, Song Zhili, tell him, did I slap you in the face? Did I sneak attack you? Weren’t you the one who attacked me in the cafeteria? And you didn’t even manage to hurt me.”
Song Zhili opened his mouth, his already dejected expression falling further.
Song Zhili’s father glared at Jiang Zhiyan; he had encountered her at the airport before, but she hadn’t spoken to him, so he hadn’t paid her any attention: “What do you want?”
“Was the police station comfortable, young master Song?”
Song Zhili’s father’s face twisted in anger. Song Zhili initially thought she was talking to him, but noticing Jiang Zhiyan’s gaze, he looked at his father, puzzled.
“What are you doing here?” his father asked again, knowing Jiang Zhiyan was deliberately trying to provoke them.
“Paying a visit, after all, I’m the one who injured him, it wouldn’t be right not to visit,” Jiang Zhiyan floated inside. The already cool, air-conditioned room became even colder. “I am a polite vengeful spirit, after all.”
“Are you able to get out of bed now, or are you going to look for Xie Yunzhi?” Jiang Zhiyan asked, looking at Song Zhili, who was staring at her, silent.
“If you’re going to look for her, then you better get a VIP room at the hospital,” she continued. “Every time you go, I’ll beat you up, but don’t worry, I won’t kill you.”
She said this with a smile.
Song Zhili clenched his fists: “Why do you insist on following her?”
“What’s it to you? This is between me and the Xie family,” Jiang Zhiyan looked at Song Zhili’s father. “If you don’t want your son to be hospitalized every few days, then take him back, there are so many things to deal with, why bother with me? You can’t defeat me anyway, it’s a waste of money and police resources.”
Song Zhili glared at Jiang Zhiyan: “One day…”
“I know, don’t bully the young when they’re poor, don’t bully the middle-aged when they’re poor, don’t bully the elderly when they’re poor, and respect the dead, mm, when you die, I’ll probably still be around, you can continue to bother me, and when you become a ghost, I can just swallow you whole,” Jiang Zhiyan said with a smile. “Just thinking about it is wonderful.”
The System, looking at Song Zhili’s expression, commented: “I think you’re going to anger him to death.”
“How could that be?” Jiang Zhiyan waved at the two of them and turned to leave. “I hope I never see you again.”
After Jiang Zhiyan left, Song Zhili leaned against the pillows, his face devoid of emotion.
“Cheer up,” his father said, patting his shoulder.
“Dad, is it possible I’ll never be able to defeat her, even in death?”
…
When the System relayed Song Zhili’s words to Jiang Zhiyan, she was a bit puzzled: “Is the male lead’s mental fortitude that weak?”
“A proud genius gets slapped twice and lands in the hospital right after leaving seclusion, it’s a huge blow to his ego.”
Jiang Zhiyan twitched the corners of her mouth and sighed softly: “He’s so weak and fragile, he doesn’t deserve the female lead.”
System: …
“He should just go home and retire,” Jiang Zhiyan scoffed.
When Jiang Zhiyan returned, Xie Yunzhi had just finished a class. She looked at Jiang Zhiyan, annoyed that she had missed an entire class, held her phone to her ear, and asked, “Where did you go?”
“I went to visit Song Zhili and suggested he get a VIP room at the hospital,” Jiang Zhiyan looked at Xie Yunzhi. “I think he’ll leave you alone for a while.”
Xie Yunzhi’s lips twitched: “You’re really vicious.”
“Don’t you think I’m being kind?” Jiang Zhiyan said, sounding aggrieved.
“I thought you went on a date with some pretty ghost.”
“Why would you think that? Are you jealous?” Jiang Zhiyan asked, sounding surprised.
Xie Yunzhi coughed a couple of times: “Not jealous. There was just a ghost here asking where you went.”
“If you’re not jealous, then why are you using coughing as a cover?”
“I just have an itchy throat.” Xie Yunzhi rubbed her throat and coughed again. “Well, maybe you have a ghostly girlfriend, I don’t know.”
“No, I don’t,” Jiang Zhiyan said with dissatisfaction. “I don’t have a girlfriend, I only have a wife.”
Xie Yunzhi snorted.
“Why did that ghost want to see me?” Jiang Zhiyan didn’t understand. Logically, in this world, besides the Xie family, no one, human or ghost, should have any connection to her.
“She said she was from the underworld,” Xie Yunzhi said. “She told you to stop sending articles to the King of Hell. What did you even write?”
Jiang Zhiyan looked enlightened and showed Xie Yunzhi her masterpieces.
Xie Yunzhi was speechless: “Did you secretly take a policy writing course?”
Jiang Zhiyan blinked, giving her an innocent smile.
Xie Yunzhi found Jiang Zhiyan to be very unusual, completely different from an ordinary centuries-old ghost, though she had never actually met any other centuries-old ghosts.
“But what do your articles have to do with the King of Hell? Why would someone come up here and warn you?”
“Maybe because the King of Hell thinks my writing is good and actually listened to my suggestions,” Jiang Zhiyan blinked.
Xie Yunzhi immediately understood and looked at Jiang Zhiyan: “I have a feeling you’ll be in more trouble than me soon.”
Centuries-old vengeful spirits were rare, but there were many underworld officials who were centuries old.
“You’re right. I should make some plans.” Jiang Zhiyan nodded.
Jiang Zhiyan decided to write another article, asking the King of Hell to protect the personal safety of those who offered advice and suggestions.
Xie Yunzhi had been very busy recently, with a lot of schoolwork, and she also had to find time to study those extra things, but thankfully, she learned quickly, especially when it came to talisman drawing, but the faster she learned, the stranger it felt, because she felt like she had learned these things in another time and space.
And she still didn’t understand why Jiang Zhiyan could also draw talismans. She had subtly asked the Xie family, but they insisted that vengeful spirits absolutely could not draw talismans.
As expected, the Xie family was unreliable, she had to rely on herself. She didn’t quite understand what the Xie family was even good for.
So, when another underworld official appeared, she captured them.
The ghost and the human stared at each other. Xie Yunzhi felt like she had just casually grabbed with the talisman Jiang Zhiyan taught her, she hadn’t expected it to actually work.
“Did you deliver my message to Jiang Zhiyan?”
“I did,” Xie Yunzhi said. “I helped you. In return, answer a question for me.”
“Go ahead,” the underworld official paused. “Of course, I can’t tell you anything that involves heavenly secrets.”
“This definitely doesn’t involve heavenly secrets! Why would I ask about that kind of thing? People are already saying I won’t live past thirty.” Xie Yunzhi lowered her voice. “I’m asking you, if a vengeful spirit can draw talismans…”
“Then it’s not a vengeful spirit,” the official said, stroking their chin. “Normally, no ghost can draw talismans.”
“No exceptions?” Xie Yunzhi pressed.
“None.” The official spoke with certainty, then, looking at Xie Yunzhi’s expression, asked suspiciously, “You’re not going to tell me Jiang Zhiyan can, are you?”
The official gasped. “I’ll have to look into this. This is truly unprecedented, unheard of.”
“Actually, forget it, don’t ask,” Xie Yunzhi said, suddenly regretting her question, worried she might have caused trouble for Jiang Zhiyan.
The official took a few steps, then her expression shifted from excitement to confusion. She looked around. “Why am I here?”
She patted her forehead, thought for three seconds, and without further thought, returned to the underworld.
Xie Yunzhi used the method Jiang Zhiyan taught her to perform a divination, but she couldn’t divine anything. However, she had a feeling that Jiang Zhiyan being able to draw talismans and perform divinations was related to the rules of this world.
Jiang Zhiyan floated in through the window: “Another underworld official came?”
“You knew they were coming, so you ran away?”
“I hate trouble. What did they say? Your expression is strange.”
Xie Yunzhi hesitated for a moment, then recounted what had just happened.
“Ah, it’s nothing,” Jiang Zhiyan waved her hand dismissively. “She won’t ask.”
“Why?”
“There’s a bug in the world. The world will fix it itself. It won’t let this bug become known to too many NPCs.”
“A bug?” Xie Yunzhi felt like her head was about to explode. “Do you mean… that kind of bug? NPCs? Aren’t we NPCs?”
Xie Yunzhi sat cross-legged on the floor: “How can this world be both mystical and scientific?”
“It’s a matter of different dimensions.” Jiang Zhiyan looked at Xie Yunzhi and extended her hand. “Only the two of us are together.”
Xie Yunzhi reached out and patted Jiang Zhiyan’s hand, expecting her hand to pass through, but this time, she felt an icy touch, just for a moment, but it felt like her fingers were freezing, the coldness spreading throughout her body.
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