Chapter 93: with translation of chapter title: 93

93 「Fuck him, what are you thinking? 」

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, making people feel a chill down their backs.

The wind was strong.

Some lighter items—tissue boxes, cosmetics, pen holders and the like—were blown over, clattering noisily.

The lights in the dormitory, which had been off, turned on and then began to flicker twice.

Coupled with Lan Yi's eyes filled with red bloodshot, Zhu Guanghao showed a look of disdain.

Outside, Lan Yi's roommates, whom he had driven out, kept pounding on the door, shouting to ask about Lan Yi.

「Tch, playing tricks with spirits—even if the dead Song Jiuan showed up today it wouldn't help. I want you to be my girlfriend, even my wife! Hurry up and agree; the dorm supervisor will be coming up soon. 」

Lan Yi tightened her grip on the scissors, assuming an attacking stance: 「You're dreaming. If you mention Jiuan again, I'll send you to see him—so you can apologize to him in the afterlife! 」

Zhu Guanghao showed impatience, reaching out to snatch away those annoying scissors.

「You think I'm giving you face? Since I can't win you over with sweet words, I have no choice but to use force! 」

「If it weren't for that damned Song Jiuan in the equipment room last time, you'd already be mine. You've gotten used to this—brandishing a tiny box‑cutter scissors to scare someone? It's not even half as long as the knife I stuck into Song Jiuan! 」

「Lan Yi, I'm telling you: if you don't agree today, just wait—I'll dig up Song Jiuan's grave by Mid‑Autumn Festival. 」

Lan Yi, who had been struggling with him for the scissors, stared at Zhu Guanghao in disbelief upon hearing that.

How can there be such a crazy person in this world?

Why does she have such bad luck, running into him?

Who can she turn to for justice?

Does Jiuan deserve to die?

Thinking this, she didn't know where the strength came from, broke free of Zhu Guanghao's grip, and stabbed wildly at him with the scissors in her hand.

Zhu Guanghao hadn't even reacted before she pierced his shoulder.

A miserable scream: 「Ah——」

He kicked her away in one motion.

He stepped forward to slap her.

But at that moment, a sudden strong wind blew by.

The wind blinded Zhu Guanghao, forcing him to halt his motion to shield his eyes.

Lan Yi also noticed; her face showed surprise—today's wind was far too strange.

But that was just a fleeting thought; taking advantage of the opening, her first reaction was to flee.

So she got up from the floor and rushed toward the door.

Zhu Guanghao squinted against the wind, yet still strode forward, covering three steps in two and grabbed Lan Yi's hair.

「Fine, then go down and reunite with your Song Jiuan! 」

If I can't have it, I'll destroy it—killing one person is no big deal.

Anyway, he has the appraisal result, so he doesn't need to worry about consequences; at worst he'll just pay some money.

After all, his love suit failed, the stimulus triggered another episode of his illness!

Seeing the scissors about to fall, the nearly transparent Song Jiuan glared, eyes nearly bursting, gathering his remaining negative energy to blast at Zhu Guanghao and stop him from harming Lan Yi.

But before he could act, a 「clang」 came from the doorway.

All that could be seen was the sturdy wooden dormitory door crashing to the ground.

It kicked up a bit of dust.

The two people and the ghost inside were all stunned by the sight.

Not only them, but also the three roommates of Lan Yi outside, plus a few students from neighboring dorms who had just finished eating and returned, were all dumbfounded.

The dormitory auntie who had been chasing her up from behind lowered her gaze to the door kicked open, then looked at the bunch of keys in her hand.

Never mind—saving lives is more important; we can have the repairman fix the door later and it'll still be usable.

Tushan Jiu held a nail clipper and threw it at Song Jiuan.

「Fuck him, what are you thinking? 」

Although Song Jiuan couldn't see clearly what it was, he instinctively reached to catch what Tushan Jiu threw.

The moment the nail clipper entered his hand, he clearly felt a surge of power flow into his body.

His yin energy surged again; all the lights on the fourth floor began to flicker nonstop, then popped one after another with a series of bangs.

This time, relying on that power, Song Jiuan directly materialized.

Lan Yi exclaimed: 「Jiuan? 」

Zhu Guanghao was terrified, dropping the scissors to the floor: 「Song, Song Song Jiuan, you—you aren't dead, are you? 」

When Tushan Jiu threw the nail clipper to Song Jiuan, she immediately went to pick up the door from the ground.

At the moment Song Jiuan materialized, she manually 「closed」 the door, blocking the view of those outside.

Behind the dormitory auntie, Wang Dongqing, still uneasy, followed up after some thought.

He also saw just now how Tushan Jiu kicked the door open with one foot, and even now his mouth hangs open.

Wang Dongqing was shocked to the core; even a 1.8‑meter‑tall man like him might not be able to kick that door open in one blow.

But all that is secondary.

What is this knife‑lend‑er, Tushan Jiu, doing?

She actually lent the knife to that male ghost!

Letting him freely hurt people?

Wang Dongqing wore a puzzled expression.

Who am I, where am I?

They aren't ghost catchers, how did they end up helping ghosts take revenge?

Inside, Zhu Guanghao, who had been arrogantly saying just moments ago that he would dig up Song Jiu'an's grave, was already trembling and kneeling.

Tushan Jiu found it ironic—she hadn't been all that scared when killing people, yet seeing a ghost left her this terrified.

She grabbed a chair and placed it by the door that would topple if not held, sat down, and with her other hand pulled out her phone to start recording.

Song Jiu'an was really angry.

Before the seventh day after his death, he had followed Zhu Guanghao around, knowing that Zhu Guanghao had used his 'prior mental illness record' and a familiar disguise to fool the psychiatrists and appraisal boards, earning only a sentence of under a year—yet even then he had never been this furious.

He picked up the scissors from the floor and stabbed them into Zhu Guanghao's other shoulder, mirroring the spot where Lan Yi had stabbed him earlier.

Zhu Guanghao let out a miserable cry; his whole body shook from pain and fear, and he immediately started to urinate uncontrollably.

He kept begging for mercy and kowtowing.

Lan Yi beside him was already dumbfounded.

Song Jiu'an roared, stabbing the scissors into his thigh again: 'Why do you keep coming back to hurt Yiyi? How dare you?!'

"Back then you used a disguise to escape legal punishment—did you think you could act with impunity?"

"You actually harbored murderous intent toward Yiyi just now! Is that what you constantly claim as liking her?"

"I ask you: are you lucid now? Do you have independent judgment?"

Zhu Guanghao must be completely dazed by now—no longer daring to pretend.

He feared the scissors would stab him again, so he hurriedly nodded.

"I'm lucid, I'm completely lucid now—I don't have a mental illness; I'm just pretending."

"I don't want to die—please, I know I was wrong. Tomorrow I'll go burn paper money for you; I'll burn a cartload—no, make that two cartloads—I beg you to let me go."

"I daren't, I will never dare again—please spare my life..."