Chapter 218: Volume 1 Chapter 218 I See Your Hall of Impression Is Dark (6)

After a moment, the boy stammered, 'What do you want?'

Jiang Zhi found him amusing and stopped joking, 'Never mind, I was just joking with you.'

Yu Beihan fell silent.

He shifted his body back slightly, moving a bit closer to the female ghost.

He no longer knew how long he had stayed in this basement, days without sunlight, lonely and desolate.

With no one able to speak, it seemed as if the world had only him left.

He longed so much to talk to someone that even if she was just a female ghost, it didn't matter.

As long as she could stay here with him.

Jiang Zhi didn't notice the boy's small movement, sitting cross-legged, resting, gathering her spirit, planning to leave tonight.

Although the ghost had no physical fatigue, she had endured great pain for a long time inside Yu Beihan's body, her soul was somewhat weak and needed to rest a while.

The basement fell into silence.

The boy, who wasn't fond of talking, sat quietly by the wall, feeling the spot where the female ghost lingered, where the temperature was a bit lower than elsewhere.

This was also how he determined the ghost's position.

He sat for a few minutes, then suddenly realized he still didn't know the female ghost's name.

He had never even seen her appearance.

In just a few days, he had come to depend on her in his heart.

It was like a desert traveler finally seeing an oasis.

He also didn't want her to leave.

Yu Beihan hesitated for a moment, tugged at his dry lips, and asked stiffly, 'What's your name?'

There was no response for a long time.

He thought she didn't want to speak with him, his expression extremely downcast.

The female ghost's identity was unknown; she had appeared suddenly and could also disappear suddenly.

'You... left?' his voice unsteady.

Jiang Zhi, disturbed twice, her face darkened, she lifted her eyelids and said impatiently, 'Why do you have so many questions? Do you want to die?'

Hearing her angry voice, the boy felt relieved inside, pretending not to care, he said, 'Can't I ask?'

Jiang Zhi said firmly, 'No!'

The boy: 'Oh.'

After a while longer.

The boy said, 'I'll tell you my name, you tell me yours.'

Upon hearing that, Jiang Zhi narrowed her eyes: 'Why do you want to know my name so badly? Are you planning to wait until you get out to take revenge on me?'

The boy's face full of speechlessness:

'I'm not the kind to repay kindness with hatred.'

Jiang Zhi floated up to his face, surprised, 'Oh, you even know the idiom "repay kindness with hatred"? You little brat are quite impressive.'

The boy: '……'

Forget asking, this female ghost has something wrong with her head.

In the end, they still didn't know each other's names.

The next day.

Once again in control of the boy's body, Jiang Zhi left the basement and followed someone to the familiar bedroom door.

After the door was pushed open, she saw Father Yu feeding medicine to the white-haired boy.

Father Yu heard the door opening, his brows furrowed tightly, his gaze at her harsh and merciless.

'Little Ze, Dad brought him here to keep you company, but he can only stay for two hours.'

Yu Ze's pale face lifted slightly, full of smiles, 'Okay, Dad.'

Father Yu gave a threatening glance at the boy kneeling on the ground, then strode away.

The door closed, and the room was filled with darkness creeping in.

Until the white-haired boy turned on the bedside lamp, warm orange light spread across the entire wall.

'You've come.' His weak voice was full of joy.

Jiang Zhi walked to the chair beside the bed and sat down, very close to him.

Yu Ze also felt her approach; the fingers resting beside him tensed and curled up, his blind pupils covered with a faint gloom, as if shrouded in white mist, empty and lifeless.

Jiang Zhi suddenly grabbed his hand.

That slender finger was elongated and pale, with indigo-colored veins spreading deep into the cuff.

The boy's body visibly stiffened, his expression surprised, he hadn't reacted yet.

'You...'

Jiang Zhi wrote a few characters in his palm: 'Don't speak.'

Yu Ze nodded blankly.

Jiang Zhi wrote again.

(I was brought here by your father.)

Yu Ze's lip corner twitched with a pallid whiteness.

Jiang Zhi was writing.

(I hope you can help me leave.)

Yu Ze nodded frantically, indicating his agreement.

Jiang Zhi wrote.

(From now on, follow my instructions.)

After writing these, she stuck the talisman she had hidden in her bosom onto his back, and another onto her own body.

She chanted the talisman spell, and instantly the talismans covering the wall emitted a blinding warning red light.

Yu Ze fainted the instant the talisman was stuck onto his body.

The outside world seemed to sense the situation inside, and people rushed in, battering the door.

Leading the way were the Daoist and Father Yu.

Father Yu asked the Daoist beside him: 'What happened?'

The Daoist saw the talisman on his forehead turn into golden light, his expression almost froze, then he exclaimed in shock: 'Why… did you draw a Symbiotic Talisman??'

A Symbiotic Talisman requires a talisman master of extraordinary talent and spiritual power to draw even a low‑grade one, yet this one before us is a high‑grade Symbiotic Talisman.

There are two of them; once applied, the two become symbiotically linked, and the bond can be undone only if the talisman master removes the talismans.

If a third party forcibly destroys the talismans, both lives will be lost as the talismans are destroyed.

Father Yu couldn't understand his words, but seeing the talismans on the wall emit an ominous blood‑red glow, his son lying unconscious on the bed, a bad premonition rose in his heart, and he stepped forward to take the boy away.

'Don't go over!' the Daoist shouted excitedly.

Jiang Zhi rose slowly from the chair, half‑smiling, and said: 'I advise you not to act rashly, or I'll destroy this talisman right now.'

Although this talisman defies heaven, it can be applied only if the other party is willing to sacrifice their life for oneself.

As the holy father male lead of this world, Yu Ze would be willing to sacrifice his life for himself even though Jiang Zhi is a stranger he has met only twice.

This is why Jiang Zhi drew this talisman.

It was too late yesterday; after she finished drawing the talisman, this body was utterly exhausted, and it was not the time to carry out the plan.

But now is the best chance to escape from here.

Father Yu heard the sound and his gaze fell on Yu Ze's forehead.

That spot shimmered with golden tracings, taking the shape of a talisman.

'What is that?!' he asked the Daoist nervously.

The Daoist took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and explained to him the dangers of this talisman.

Upon hearing this, Father Yu abandoned even the perfect fatherly image he maintained before the boy, his face contorted with rage: 'Kill him!! I don't want any Purple Qi—I just want Xiao Ze alive, you motherf***er, kill him now!!

The Daoist's face darkened, he endured his anger, and said: 'Mr. Yu, don't rush—let me talk to him.'

Having said that, he turned to Jiang Zhi and asked: 'What do you want in order to undo this Symbiotic Talisman?'

Jiang Zhi shrugged, nonchalant, and said: 'Simple—just let me leave.'

Indeed. The Daoist's gaze was dark and resentful; he never imagined that a mere twelve‑year‑old boy could draw a Symbiotic Talisman—he had underestimated him.

Truly not simple.

'I promise to let you go.' The Daoist put on a kind smile, but added: 'However, could you first tell me who taught you to draw this talisman?'

The latter hesitated; just as the Daoist thought she would answer, Jiang Zhi gave him a contemptuous glance and said: 'What are you even? Why should I tell you?'

The Daoist glared angrily.

Jiang Zhi showed no fear at all, lifted her eyes impatiently, and said: 'More nonsense, and I'll drag him down with me.'