Chapter 95: 95

95 "Dad, Mom, I brought Jiu'an back."

Under the girls' dormitory building.

The crowd of onlookers that had gathered because police and ambulance cars were parked here was now dispersing.

Wang Dongqing left, riding his small electric scooter with a doubtful expression on his face.

Xie Jingting glanced at Song Jiu'an, who was keeping a three-meter distance from them, and his figure gradually disappeared.

He immediately went to tug at Tushan Jiu, who was walking ahead, shouting, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, he ran away!"

Tushan Jiu glanced over there and said, "It's fine, he borrowed my knife."

"Oh, that really is fine then, let's go, sister-in-law. Eldest brother rewarded me with that car returning, get in my car and go back to the old house, I'll take you for a drive!" Xie Jingting turned the car keys in his hand.

Tushan Jiu nodded, "Alright, let's go."

Cars are not allowed inside Nan Da campus, so Xie Jingzhou and Xie Jingting each drove a car and parked them in the parking lot at the school gate.

So the three of them walked toward the parking lot.

As Xie Jingting walked, he thought, "Actually these ghosts are fine; except for last time's skin-stripping ghost which looked a bit terrifying, the others are just a bit paler than ordinary people and lack feet."

This could be considered progress; from now on he definitely won't turn pale at the sight of ghosts and be laughed at by his second brother.

Because he was thinking, he fell one step behind Tushan Jiu and Xie Jingzhou.

He took out his phone and replied to two messages.

Suddenly, he felt that there was an extra person three steps away.

By now the sky had darkened; at this hour, most people were out for a stroll, night running, or dating.

So it was normal for someone to pass by.

In his peripheral vision he saw a girl seemingly wearing a red dress.

Xie Jingting has recently become somewhat sensitive to the color red.

Thus, catching that flash of red in his peripheral vision, he instinctively looked up at the person's face.

As a result, the moment he saw clearly, he abruptly stopped, and his phone fell to the ground.

At that moment, because he had just been looking at his phone, he had fallen far behind, already seven or eight meters away from Tushan Jiu and the others.

For Tushan Jiu, the Technique is ordinary; she sees many wandering ghosts every day, so it has become a habit, nothing special.

Moreover, she is forgetful; just now, when talking with Lan Yi about rhino horn incense, she remembered this, but then got distracted and forgot again.

Thus, Xie Jingting faced the entity that had only one eyeball left and a half-head oozing brain matter, which was squarely facing him but with its neck twisted backward.

He called out: "Sis——sister-in-law, sis......"

Because of fear, what came out was just a breathy sound.

Until the female ghost seemed to feel his gaze, used her hand to turn her head, and said, "Can you see me?"

The next second, a male scream echoed across the campus.

Then many people saw it: Nan Da's campus heartthrob, Xie Jingting, sprinting down the road.

While running he shouted, "Don't come over, I can't see you!"

Tushan Jiu and Xie Jingzhou, walking ahead, were first stunned.

Then they saw the red-clad female ghost closely following behind him, and both were speechless.

How does this third younger brother have such an affinity with the red-clad female ghost!

When Lan Yi left the police station, it was already 10:30 p. m.

The police station was righteous and upright; Song Jiu'an couldn't go in, so he could only wait outside for her.

Seeing her come out, he immediately floated up to her and said, "Yi Yi."

Lan Yi, who had been calmly making a statement inside, burst into tears the moment she heard Song Jiu'an's familiar, long-unheard "Yi Yi."

When he died, that blade was too deep; he left without saying a word.

At that time he died in her arms.

Her body was covered in his blood, which gradually turned icy cold.

"Jiu'an!" Lan Yi ran over wanting to hug him, but her body passed through his.

Lan Yi's face was streaked with tears as she choked, "You can be seen but not touched, right?"

She thought it could be.

Song Jiu'an nodded, the hand he wanted to reach out to wipe her tears also restrained and unmoving: "I am now a ghost, without substance; Miss Tushan lit rhino horn incense for you, which only lets you see me and hear me speak, Yi Yi—this is our luxury."

Lan Yi knew this, but the loss was inevitable; she wiped her tears with her sleeve and said, "Yeah, it really is a luxury."

She took out her phone, opened the ride-hailing app, and said, "We don't have much time; ghosts can't see the sun, right? Now that it's dark, I'll call a car, let's go home—you also need to go see Auntie and Doudou and the others; let's not waste time."

Today in the cafeteria, Song Jiu'an heard Zhang Xiaohui's words and asked, "Yi Yi, is it because of me that your mother blames everything on you?"

He knows his mother's temperament; since he died, she will surely hold a grudge against Lan Yi.

Lan Yi, who was operating her phone to call a car, paused her fingers upon hearing that, but quickly recovered.

Knowing she couldn't hide it from him, she smiled, lifted her head, and spoke frankly: "Auntie just spoke harshly; you know her temper."

Song Jiu'an pressed his lips and said nothing; both fell silent for a moment.

Until Lan Yi's phone rang; it was the driver calling, saying they couldn't stop here and telling her to walk forward a bit.

Lan Yi got into the taxi, but Song Jiu'an did not.

He followed at a distance behind the taxi, worried that his own yin energy might affect the driver and create a safety hazard.

First he went back to Nan Da.

Nan Da's lights-out time is eleven p. m.

She had previously called Zhang Xiaohui and He Xin, asking them to help pack her suitcase simply, just a few clothes, and then have it delivered to the school gate.

Lan Yi and Song Jiu'an's hometown is in the neighboring city.

Driving takes two and a half hours.

By the time they got home, it was already late at night.

Lan Yi's parents were already asleep, and the sound of the door opening startled them.

They got up and saw, to their surprise, that their own daughter had returned.

The incident from a year ago was still vivid in their minds; they instantly grew tense, thinking something might have happened to her again.

When questioned, Lan Yi hesitated and said she was fine, explaining that she had no classes lately and had missed them, so she had taken an early taxi home.

Lan Yi's parents gave her a careful checkup, found nothing seriously wrong, and then urged her to hurry to bed.

She didn't move, biting her lip as she glanced at Song Jiuan standing in the doorway.

After she got out of the taxi, Song Jiuan kept telling her not to let her parents know what had happened today.

He didn't want a dead person to disturb their peaceful life again, to make them recall painful past events, which would only add to their worries.

But Lan Yi didn't see it that way.

They had grown up together since childhood, and her parents had long regarded him as half a son.

He had died—wouldn't her parents miss him?

This was their last time together, and he was the person they most wanted to see—how could that only add to their worries?

So she called out to stop her parents as they were about to go back inside: "Mom, Dad, sorry, I lied—I really did come back today for something."

Lan Dad and Lan Mom exchanged a glance, full of doubt.

Lan Yi took a deep breath and said, "Dad, Mom, I've brought Jiuan back."