Chapter 92: 92

92 "Oh dear! This is going to kill me with anxiety!"

Xie Jingting behind them said: "...... Have you forgotten my existence, sister-in-law? You're playing favorites!"

Tushan Jiu exclaimed, "I thought you wouldn't dare to look, so I didn't ask you."

Xie Jingting opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Alright, he really doesn't dare to look.

Tushan Jiu stopped teasing him, lit the incense again, smoked him with it, and explained:

"The modern Underworld keeps up with the times; the funeral homes in the Yang realm have corpse beauticians, and the Reincarnation Office in the Yin realm does too. They make the ghosts about to be reborn look as they did in life, then they leave the Underworld beautifully to be reborn, starting their new lives. He is just about to be reborn, so he's not scary at all."

Xie Jingting half-understood, and the scene before him changed; just a moment ago, only a few people were walking together ahead.

But now, a male student wearing short-sleeve denim pants has appeared ahead of them.

He has no legs.

Tushan Jiu continued walking forward, and Xie Jingting followed.

Only Xie Jingzhou looked at Xie Jingting, then at Tushan Jiu, and finally glanced at the sun about to set on the horizon.

Did they overlook something?

The sky will darken soon; if this rhino-horn incense can last several hours...

Forget it; I'll remind my sister-in-law to plug her ears later.

The three of them followed the male student, and before long they arrived at the female dormitory.

The male student stopped under a willow tree not far away, looking up at a window on the fourth floor.

Tushan Jiu nodded in relief.

This male student knows his bounds; he didn't go upstairs just because he's a ghost that no one can see.

Tushan Jiu had Xie Jingting and Xie Jingzhou wait here, while she walked over, sipping her milk tea.

Upon reaching the tree, she stopped beside the male student.

The male student turned his head to glance at her, then stepped to the side.

Tushan Jiu swallowed the taro ball in her mouth and softly called the male student's name: "Song Jiu'an."

At the sound of "Song Jiu'an," the nearby male student jumped, then looked sharply at Tushan Jiu.

Tushan Jiu also turned her head and locked eyes with him.

Song Jiu'an immediately understood; he didn't flee or resist, but calmly asked Tushan Jiu: "Are you from the Underworld's Yang Realm Office?"

Tushan Jiu nodded: "Temporary worker."

Song Jiu'an looked at Tushan Jiu with pleading eyes: "I still want to go back and see my parents and my younger brother. Can I? Please."

Tushan Jiu refused: "No."

Song Jiu'an understood; he had been near Southern University when he came up, and he knew the Underworld would act soon, so he came nearby first to check on Lan Yi.

He just didn't expect them to come this fast.

He looked up again at the middle window on the fourth floor and said, "Alright, let's go."

Tushan Jiu said nothing, preparing to open the ghost gate to send him back.

But just then, the situation suddenly changed.

Two shouts rang out from the female dormitory.

The sound was loud enough that they heard it downstairs.

The three people and the ghost all looked toward the fourth floor where the sound came from.

They saw the window that Song Jiu'an had been staring at open; a female student stepped back onto the balcony, holding a pair of scissors pointed inward.

And a male followed her out.

Tushan Jiu glanced at the man's face, then narrowed her eyes.

When Song Jiu'an saw that male student, his yin energy surged and he vanished in a swoosh.

Tushan Jiu stood still, not moving, when an anxious voice came from not far away:

"Sigh, he's already run off; why are you just standing there?"

She looked over and realized it was Wang Dongqing, whom she had seen that afternoon.

This time he wasn't wearing the work uniform of a certain brand; instead he had on a leather jacket and dark jeans, with a silver chain around his neck.

However, the peach‑wood sword in his hand clashed greatly with his outfit.

Tushan Jiu tilted her head, frowned, and asked in a not‑so‑pleasant tone: "Are you trying to steal my ghost?"

Wang Dongqing wore a bewildered expression: "What time is it now? Arguing about stealing is pointless—saving lives matters!"

"Stay calm; his little ghostly power can't kill anyone."

Wang Dongqing: "...... Miss Daoist, you're really lax; his surging yin energy can control the surrounding magnetic field, which could scare people and cause panic."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the fourth‑floor dormitory began to flicker.

Tushan Jiu also couldn't be bothered to argue with Wang Dongqing; she walked toward the trash bin ahead and tossed her finished milk‑tea cup inside.

She turned to Xie Jingting and Xie Jingzhou and said: "You two just wait outside; after we're done we'll go home together—I'm not working overtime tonight."

Wang Dongqing also instinctively followed, but Tushan Jiu glanced back and gave him a look; he stopped immediately.

That ghost belongs to someone else; he's just late.

According to jianghu rules, first come, first served; if the other side can't compete and yields, then he may intervene.

Wang Dongqing walked around downstairs with his peach‑wood sword, exclaiming, "Oh dear! This is going to kill me with anxiety!"

Fourth floor.

Song Jiu'an didn't bother with all that; he instantly flashed to Lan Yi's bedroom.

At this moment, Lan Yi had already been forced by that person onto the balcony railing, with nowhere left to retreat.

Her face was all panic, besides that she also bore a hint of hatred.

"Zhu Guanghao, get lost! I've already called the police; they'll be here any moment!"

Zhu Guanghao snorted disdainfully: "Even if the police come, what can they do? I'm mentally unstable—at most I'll be locked up a few days, then spend a few days back in the mental hospital. After release I'll still be a fine man. As long as you don't agree to be my girlfriend, I'll keep coming after you."

Lan Yi was so angry at his shamelessness that her hand gripping the scissors trembled.

She desperately closed her eyes and asked: "Zhu Guanghao, what exactly do you like about me?"

Although Lan Yi has a delicate appearance, frankly speaking she isn't even the prettiest at South University; there are many who look better than her.

She just couldn't understand why he insisted on her and no one else.

Zhu Guanghao gave a scoffing laugh at her question.

"You're just my type—love doesn't need a reason. Just say yes or no; this time there's no Song Jiu'an to get in your way and protect you."

As soon as he mentioned Song Jiu'an's name, Lan Yi's eyes flew open and she shouted angrily: "Shut up! You're not worthy to mention his name! You should be kneeling before his grave apologizing!"

At that moment, her eyes held no fear, only hatred.