Chapter 31: Volume 1 Chapter 31 How to Capture the Proud Ghost King? (12)

Zhan Wu Jin removed the black cloth wrapped around his eyes, a pair of beautiful smoky-blue pupils filled with the light on the table, reflecting the visage of the person before him.

On the table Jiang Zhi had also set out liquor; she poured herself a cup, smiling as she said to him, "Happy New Year, little brat—you've grown another year older!"

Pale orange-yellow candlelight spilled across the girl's face; her stark black-and-white eyes shone astonishingly, locking gazes with him without blinking.

Zhan Wu Jin, at a loss, avoided her gaze, stared at the cup on the table, and reached out wanting to drink a cup.

Jiang Zhi pressed down his hand, sternly saying, "No! You're still underage, you can't drink alcohol!"

Zhan Wu Jin looked at the slender white fingers covering the back of his hand, his pupils constricting slightly.

He nodded awkwardly, responding in a wooden tone.

Jiang Zhi withdrew her hand, lifted the cup on the table, and drained it in one gulp; a fiery sensation rolled down her throat, with a strong afterkick.

This ancient liquor is indeed spicy.

In the courtyard, the night sky suddenly burst with clusters of fireworks, flashing dazzling light, as if scattering countless stars across the night.

From afar came the muffled sound of music and drums; the palace was holding a banquet, with music and dance ushering in peace, extraordinarily lively.

Jiang Zhi gazed in awe at the fireworks in the night sky; a smile suddenly blossomed on her lips, radiant and moving as if parting clouds to reveal the sun.

She turned her head to the boy beside her, his face flushed red from alcohol, peach-blossom bright, and said, "Little brat, I should be going."

Zhan Wu Jin's pupils suddenly stalled as he looked at her; the fingers holding his chopsticks gradually tightened, his heart seeming to stop, waves of pain rising.

"Fairy sister."

Jiang Zhi poured another cup and drank it; her eyes stung, filling with a hazy watery mist, drunkenness making her head swim, her body swaying unconsciously, she narrowed her eyes and said firmly, "I'll come find you again."

"Believe me."

As her words fell.

The girl before him once again drifted apart and vanished with the bursting fireworks in the night sky.

Zhan Wu Jin's face turned pale; he abruptly rose from his seat, staggered toward her spot, but met only empty air.

"Sister."

"Didn't you promise to stay with me?"

The boy stood where he was, darkness enveloping his surroundings, spreading to his pupils, filling him with thick, obsessive longing.

"No rush."

"When the fairy sister comes again next time, I will have woven a golden cage."

"Always, together."

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Jiang Zhi, startled awake from her dream, opened her eyes and almost died of fright; a black shadow sat at the head of the bed, a pair of dark, deep eyes staring straight at her.

She reacted violently, scooting back, turned on the room light, and made out the black shadow.

Zhan Wu Jin glanced at her leisurely, legs crossed, expression lazy, and said slowly, "My mind has gained many extra memories."

Jiang Zhi recalled everything from the dream, calmed her startled feelings, and asked irritably, "What does that have to do with me!"

Zhan Wu Jin carefully sniffed the scent of the girl in the air, which was completely unlike his memory, and the fairy-like girl in his heart could never be this vulgar, ill-tempered, timid Jiang Zhi before him.

He might have gone mad, suddenly coming over to confirm.

"Nothing." Zhan Wu Jin stood up, no longer looking at her, his voice devoid of warmth: "It's already the second day; go find the evil ghost."

Jiang Zhi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; it was only 4:49 a. m.

There was still a long time until dawn.

She yawned; drowsiness weighed on her eyelids like a thousand-pound stone, and she felt both angry and like crying.

"It's not dawn yet; how about we wait until morning to look?"

Zhan Wu Jin's attitude was clear; he lifted a finger, and the large bed beneath her vanished instantly, along with the blanket covering her.

Jiang Zhi dared not speak despite her anger, so she changed clothes, washed up, and left the house.

Compared to before, the man's strength has increased further; he can now appear even in daylight.

Jiang Zhi found a strange incident on the paranormal forum, hailed a taxi, and headed to the destination.

This time the address is somewhat far from her; the car ride will take two to three hours.

Jiang Zhi deliberately chose such a faraway place just so she could sleep in the car.

Zhan Wu Jin, sitting beside her, heard her steady, shallow breathing, his brows slightly furrowing.

He turned his head, looking at the sleeping girl.

Her features were exquisite and delicate, her skin tender and snow-white, her crow-feather long lashes densely curled and long, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes.

Zhan Wu Jin's inhuman icy smoky-blue pupils faintly revealed traces of memory.

They overlapped with the visage of the girl beside him.

The corner of his thin lips pressed tight, and, as if possessed, he extended a finger, wanting to touch the girl's beautiful cheek.

At that moment, a bead of clear, crystalline saliva dripped from the girl's mouth, sliding down her jaw onto her collar.

Zhan Wu Jin's face suddenly turned grim; he shoved her head away, disgusted and angry, to keep the saliva from reaching him.

The person in his memory could never be her!

Once the blood contract is undone, I will surely torment her severely!

They arrived at the destination.

Jiang Zhi was awakened by the driver, she got out of the car groggily, sleepy-eyed, and glanced around.

She took out her phone and dialed the poster's number.

The poster was a male, saying he would come pick her up.

Soon, the boy arrived on a bicycle before her; seeing only her alone, a flash of brightness crossed his eyes.

Hello, I am the poster.

Jiang Zhi's sleepiness also mostly wore off; seeing the person arrive, she stepped forward to greet: "Mm, I am Zhizhi."

The boy's name is Li Shan; he said strange things had happened in his home—at night, while sleeping, he would occasionally be wakened by crying sounds. Those cries were terrifying, like a ghost's. He searched for a long time but could not find where they came from.

"Zhizhi, can you help check my home? I haven't slept well these past two days."

Jiang Zhi put on an expression of "leave it to me," nodded, and said: "Don't worry, I am the eighth-generation inheritor of the Jiang family's exorcism—a professional."

Upon hearing this, Li Shan was overjoyed.

Following the boy to his residence in a relatively remote district, after riding there, Jiang Zhi confirmed that not far ahead lay the countryside.

Arriving at the stairwell, before going upstairs, Jiang Zhi saw with her naked eye a black mist as thick as fire; the chill was even more terrifying than that of the girl's home last time.

Jiang Zhi shuddered and came to the door of the male lead's house.

She clearly saw the black mist gathering inside this room, pitch-black as deep night.

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, turned her head to look around, and Zhan Wu Jin had disappeared at some point.

She could only suppress her fear and step into the room.

Li Shan brought over a cup of hot water and handed it to her, saying: "Zhizhi, have a drink of water first."

Jiang Zhi glanced at the steaming plain water in his hand, instinctively took it; the warmth transmitted through the glass barely dispelled her chill.

After sipping half the cup in small mouthfuls, she suddenly felt her head growing dizzy; a wave of sleepiness hit her. She set the cup down and gradually lay down; the last thing she saw was the triumphant smile of the boy standing before her.

"You are my seventh prey." The boy leaned toward the girl, his eyes blazing with fervent desire.