"What are you guys going to do?!"
Although Song Yixuan had his eyes rolling back from Wang Yingxiu's grip, he heard every word we said clearly.
Wang Yingxiu loosened her fingers slightly, and he immediately struggled and shrieked, "Let me go, let me go, Xiuxiu. I didn't mean it. I was just temporarily blinded. I still love you!!"
Truly, a man's words are nothing but lies!
I thought to myself silently, watching coldly to see how this love - struck Wang Yingxiu, now a vengeful ghost, would deal with this man who was crying and repenting.
"You did well this time," A Jian said expressionlessly, his arms folded across his chest. Somehow, he had appeared behind me. "You've learned not to act recklessly without thinking."
"Hehe, I was afraid you wouldn't help me..." I stuck out my tongue.
When I entered the room just now, I had already removed the seal from A Jian's jar. I believed he wouldn't leave me in danger.
"Humph!"
Although A Jian looked reluctant, he still floated beside me like a loyal bodyguard.
Wang Yingxiu watched the man she had once loved deeply crying and begging in her hands. Suddenly, she sighed. "Miss Du is right. If I kill you, neither I nor our child can survive... I won't let you die..."
"Xiuxiu... Xiuxiu! I knew you still loved me! Our love is till death do us part... right? Right?!"
Song Yixuan desperately tried to look affectionate. "I'll definitely burn lots of paper money for you. Where's your grave? I'll go and pay my respects. I..."
"I want you to marry me," Wang Yingxiu suddenly interrupted Song Yixuan.
"What?" Song Yixuan was stunned.
"I want you to marry me. All the formalities of a traditional wedding are a must." A faint smile appeared on Wang Yingxiu's face. "Since our love is till death do us part, then I'll be your wife."
Song Yixuan was dumbfounded. He had just been playing around. He had said such things to many women. Others didn't take it seriously, and neither did he.
He had said these words so often that they just slipped out without any real feeling. He never thought someone would actually take them seriously.
"Xiuxiu, but you're already... dead!"
Song Yixuan tried to backtrack. "I can burn paper figurines and substitutes for you. I can burn as many as you want!"
Wang Yingxiu's smile on her pale face, with her blood - red lips curled up, was extremely eerie.
"I just want to be your ghost wife. If you marry me and keep my ashes at home, we can still live like we used to."
"Okay... Ah! No, Xiuxiu!"
Song Yixuan initially wanted to agree immediately, but then he suddenly remembered that Wang Yingxiu had become a ghost. If he deceived her, he didn't know what terrifying consequences there would be!
"Please, for the sake of our past relationship... I still need to get married and have a wife in the future."
"You won't be able to marry a wife in the future!"
The curve of Wang Yingxiu's mouth grew wider. She lifted Song Yixuan with her dry arm and walked towards the window of the bedroom.
Song Yixuan immediately understood her intention.
"No, Xiuxiu, don't do this! Don't... Ah!!!"
His continuous pleas ended abruptly with a shrill scream.
Wang Yingxiu threw him out of the window!
It was already dawn. The street cleaners on the small street outside had started their day's work.
"Someone has fallen! Quick, call 120 for emergency!"
"Is he okay?"
"Which floor did he fall from?"
"Seems like the third floor..."
There was a commotion downstairs.
Just like what Song Yixuan had done before, Wang Yingxiu leaned out of the window and looked down. Then she turned to me with a tragic smile and said, "Miss Du, I'll follow your advice, but you still need to help me with one more thing..."
"Yeah, I know."
I felt a bit depressed. Needless to say, the ritual of arranging a ghost marriage for them would fall on me, the tenant.
"Do you really want to haunt him for the rest of his life?"
I looked at Wang Yingxiu by the window. Her ghostly form was semi - transparent in the faint dawn light.
"Yeah!"
At this moment, Wang Yingxiu no longer had the terrifying malevolence. Her pale face was only filled with deep loneliness. "I'll follow him. Since our love is till death do us part, I'll follow him until he dies... But..."
She glanced at her son who was sitting on the edge of the bed, happily playing with the little ghost tied up by the red thread. There was a look of reluctance in her eyes. "My child has wasted so much time with me. Please let him be reincarnated. I don't want to burden him anymore."
...Alright! Another free - of - charge religious ceremony!
I pouted secretly.
The little ghost seemed to understand that he was going to leave his mother. He immediately dropped the candy in his hand and desperately climbed onto Wang Yingxiu's shoulder, burrowing into her arms.
This unborn little ghost was only connected to his mother in this world. Hearing that Wang Yingxiu was going to send him away, he was both terrified and sad. Tears silently rolled down as he rubbed against his mother's chest.
Before Wang Yingxiu could say anything else, I reached out and grabbed the little ghost's head. Ignoring his struggle, I cast a purifying and soul - calming spell on his forehead.
He was a child in the chaos, pure and untouched by the worldly cause - and - effect. As my incantation echoed, the little ghost's bluish - purple and wrinkled body gradually emitted a faint white halo, like countless fireflies or dots of starlight floating in the dawn light...
"...Mom, Mom..."
As the last halo faded, a faint voice seemed to come from the air. This was the little ghost's last attachment to his mother.
Wang Yingxiu was in tears, staring blankly at the direction where the halo finally disappeared.
"Are you sure you don't want to follow him?" I asked.
Wang Yingxiu turned to look at me and shook her head firmly. Her figure flickered and then disappeared through the bedroom wall.
"Hey!!"
I tried to make one last effort.
But A Jian stopped me. "Everyone has their own destiny. She doesn't want to reincarnate because she's waiting for her man's retribution in this life!"
"Alright... I just think she didn't even say thank you!!"
I pouted and said dejectedly, "What an impolite person."
"Fool, haven't you heard that great kindness needs no thanks?"
After a few days of self - cultivation in the jar, A Jian seemed to be in a much better mood.
"Then what are you waiting for by not reincarnating, A Jian? Can you tell me?"
I had always been curious about A Jian, but he was very secretive about his past.
"Me? I'm just an old ghost with no attachments. I'm free and easy like this. When the thunder calamity comes one day, it'd be good to just vanish with the wind!"
A Jian still spoke in that tone, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
"Then don't disappear while I'm still alive!"
I gently grabbed a corner of his white robe. "You can only face the calamity after I die!"
"Hehe, how old are you? Don't talk about life and death..."
Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the living - room door, like raindrops hitting it. Immediately afterwards, someone's urgent voice came in. "Is anyone there?"