Chapter 215: Volume 1, Chapter 215: I See Your Hall of Fortune Is Dark (3)

The boy heard the sound, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "What do you need to save me and get me out?"

Jiang Zhi thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk about it later, but remember you still owe me a wish; you'll have to repay me later."

The boy silently memorized it; as long as she didn't want his body and soul, anything else was fine.

"Okay."

Jiang Zhi said, "Then go sit by the door now."

This time the boy was obedient; he struggled to stand up and staggered to the door to sit down.

Jiang Zhi's body easily passed through the iron door and all the way out of the basement.

She came outside; the exit led to the villa's study. The room was empty, and she carefully examined the study. Unable to touch physical objects, she only saw a talisman on the table that looked like a ghostly charm.

Not only that one; she floated out of the door and saw talismans densely covering the entrance.

When she tried to look farther out, her vision blurred and she returned to the basement once again.

Jiang Zhi floated up again; this time she wanted to look behind.

Passing through the back wall of the study, she saw an altar covered in forbidden talismanic symbols drawn with human blood as a pact, with a person placed at each direction; they were still alive, having lost too much blood, thin as ribs.

Just a glance made her feel a burning pain throughout her soul.

After she retreated back to the study, a Daoist priest hurriedly arrived at the altar with a group of people.

"The spirit bell clearly sensed a ghost's trace, so why did it fail again?"

"Master, the ghost is definitely still in the villa!"

"Take the spirit bell and look around." The Daoist thought of something, pointed at several people, and said in a low voice, "You come with me to the basement."

"Okay, Master."

Jiang Zhi, who had overheard these words next door, frowned; that Daoist was indeed capable, using some spirit bell to track her down.

She absolutely must not be discovered by him.

Jiang Zhi returned to the basement and said to the boy sitting quietly by the door, "Now let me enter your body!"

Yu Beihan blinked, "What?"

Hearing the footsteps drawing nearer, Jiang Zhi gritted her teeth and tried to rush into his body, but his body repelled her.

She couldn't force her way in; she had to wait for the boy's consent.

"They've found me; let me enter your body now!" she urged urgently.

The boy's lips were tightly pressed.

"Okay."

He closed his eyes and relaxed his body.

At that moment, the gate suddenly opened; the Daoist and his people entered, saw the boy sitting on the ground, frowned, and demanded, "What are you doing here?"

The one in control of the body was now Jiang Zhi; she lay weakly on the ground, panting.

The Daoist no longer looked at her, picked up the spirit bell, and turned it around in the basement.

The spirit bell made not a sound.

"'Not here?' He stared doubtfully at the spirit bell in his hand."

After a while, he told those behind him, "Let's go."

They left one after another.

A voice like sandpaper echoed in the boy's ears.

"Why did they find you?"

Jiang Zhi emerged from his body, floated in midair, arms crossed, and said, "That bald donkey is quite formidable; I carelessly let him detect me."

The boy fell silent for a moment, then asked again, "What did you do outside?"

Recalling the burning sensation of her soul, Jiang Zhi shuddered and snapped, "Of course I was trying to find a way to help you escape; otherwise, I'd be going out to get myself killed."

The boy said nothing, afraid that saying the wrong thing would anger her.

This ghost has a big temper.

Jiang Zhi narrowed her eyes, leaned close to his face, and said, "Are you cursing me in your heart?"

The boy's expression didn't change: "No."

Jiang Zhi snorted, "Good that there isn't."

She sat cross-legged beside him, propping her chin as she fell into thought.

To save him, she had to enter his body and become him, but his body was so weak that even if she could leave the basement, escaping would be extremely difficult.

Moreover, the Daoist had already set up the altar; within this week, he would transfer the Imperial Purple Qi from the boy's body.

By then, nothing could be done.

Before she could figure out a way out, the boy beside her suddenly had an episode; he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

Jiang Zhi looked up and saw dense black talismanic markings covering his body, winding up to his neck and even spreading across his face, thick as the altar's inscriptions.

The markings emitted a scorching light, as if etched into his marrow, gradually burning his blood.

The boy endured this pain every night; he had suffered it for three full years in this lightless basement, living an inhuman existence.

"Little Yama?!" she called out, stepping forward.

The boy rolled back and forth, fine cold sweat seeping from his body, physiological tears welling at the corners of his eyes, his face twisted in agony.

At the moment he passed out from pain, Jiang Zhi's soul entered his body, taking his place to endure the next round of torment.

It felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his body, the pain intensifying to an unbearable degree.

She was forced to endure it for nearly two hours; when it finally ended, she felt as if she had been soaked in water, drenched in sweat.

"Really fucking painful."

Jiang Zhi gritted her teeth, her ragged breathing easing the discomfort that followed the intense pain.

Her bones felt disjointed, every bone in her body ached as if shattered.

After enduring so many years of torment, even she would go mad.

She would also become a pervert like the villain, destroying the world.

It's really too painful.

The Daoist used the most vicious forbidden technique, transferring the Imperial Purple Qi while implanting dark malice into the boy's body, making him the ideal vessel in the eyes of evil spirits.

Jiang Zhi couldn't bear it; before leaving, she had to kill that Daoist.

Even crushing her bones and scattering her ashes wouldn't quell her hatred.

The comatose boy inside her gradually awoke, but found his body no longer felt the previous discomfort; thinking of that ghost, he hoarsely said, "Sorry."

It was she who bore the later pain for him.

Jiang Zhi lay beside him, speaking harshly: "What good is sorry? Can it stop my pain?"

The boy heard the weakness in her voice, his spine stiffened, his brows furrowed tightly.

Jiang Zhi looked at his expression, as if he'd lost his father, and smiled brightly: "If you feel sorry for me, just laugh—I've never seen you laugh, so laugh quickly!"

The boy clenched his face, lowered his head, and said: "Then you should still be in pain."

Jiang Zhi: "?"

She glared at him: "You little brat, how can you be so ruthless? I've endured pain for you for two hours, and you won't even say thank you? Is your heart made of stone?"

The boy, expressionless: "Thank you."

That thank you was like the one Jiang Zhi extorted by holding a knife to his throat.

She resignedly lay on the ground, weak: "I'll give you the silent treatment for ten minutes."

The boy heard her, the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, fleeting, then returned to normal.

Jiang Zhi didn't see it, only hearing the system's notification sound.

【Villain Yu Beihan Favorability +50 points, total now 0 points.】

The 50 points reduced when they first met have now been restored.

Although it's still 0 points, at least it's not negative.

Jiang Zhi's mood improved instantly, and she laughed out loud.

The female ghost's laughter was clear and pure, like a faint beam of light illuminating the damp, cold basement.

"What are you laughing at?"

"None of your business!"

"Oh."