HEIFEIGU -Chapter 13

Since he couldn’t rely on the unlucky ghost, Xie Jixing decided to pursue her his own way.

After work one day, he went to an incense shop and bought the best materials to make paper offerings.

To build goodwill, he planned to make her a phone first.

The shape was easy. After some coloring, it was done.

On the screen, he carefully drew two icons.

The first was a green eyeball—an imitation messaging app.

The second was Greenwater Literature City, also green, like a river of the underworld.

He lit ghost fire and placed it inside. The phone was now connected.

He opened the reading app, bought the unfinished novel, and topped up a lot of credits.

When he saw the deduction notice, his heart hurt slightly.

So this is what it’s like to chase a girl.

On the roof, basking in moonlight, the female ghost suddenly found a rectangular box in her hands.

She looked at it.

So familiar!

She tapped the green icon.

Familiar words appeared.

Hugging the phone, she slid smoothly from the roof to the bed.

She lay sideways, staring at the screen while her hair flipped pages.

No kiss.

Why still no kiss?

This author is so good at cliffhangers.

Her pale face broke into a strange smile.

Finally kissed! Hehehe!

She flipped over excitedly.

Wait… why are the points gone already?!

Today, Xie Jixing had to use a secret passage to scare guests.

Rubbing his hands, full of passion—

Today, I must scare a few people senseless!

He turned around.

A ghost was squatting right in front of his nose.

…

He narrowed his eyes.

Slightly startled, but had to keep up appearances.

The female ghost held up her phone and spoke for the first time, her voice thin and soft.

“My points are used up.”

No wonder—she’d read all night.

He recharged immediately.

She smiled strangely again, staring at him, her eyes flickering black and white.

The unlucky ghost whispered:

“Do you think… she likes you?”

Terrifying.

Xie Jixing immediately pointed at the unlucky ghost.

“He’s a bottom.”

Then pointed at himself.

“So am I.”

The ghost sighed regretfully.

“I wanted to ship you, but you’re the same role.”

Xie Jixing: …

Unlucky Ghost: …

Where did she learn all this in one night?!

Still, her reading wasn’t useless.

She taught him how to float, how to fake a crying-laughing voice, and more.

He felt he’d gained another skill: professionally playing a female ghost.

After days of practice, he became terrifyingly good.

The variety show script was finally finished.

He took it to the ghost for feedback.

It was a touching love story with three plotlines.

His role was a cross-dressed female ghost named Ruan Manqing.

She was the eldest daughter of a gentry family in the late Qing Dynasty—educated, gentle, skilled in arts, and conservative.

She married a returned overseas student, a progressive revolutionary.

One conservative, one radical—yet they surprisingly fit well.

In the oppressive mansion, her husband was her only window to the world.

Through this window, she could touch the warm sunlight and feel the wind filled with freedom.

This was almost the happiest period of her life since she was born.

But this time passed in the blink of an eye. War broke out.

The young master, as a pioneer of the revolution, took the lead and joined the army, becoming one of the very rare pilots of that time.

Ruan Manqing’s window turned into letters from home—one after another, sent from the front line, carrying the scent of gunpowder and war. Every page filled her with both joy and fear.

She read them over and over, then carefully stored them away.

But for a long time, Ruan Manqing did not receive any new letters.

All the messages she sent to the front lines sank like stones into the sea, without reply.

This old-fashioned young lady, introverted and gentle, who rarely even left the mansion, summoned the greatest courage of her life. She packed her luggage and planned to follow the address in the letters to the battlefield to find her husband.

At that moment, the letter she had been waiting for finally arrived.

It was written by her husband’s comrade-in-arms. Along with it came a bloodstained name tag.

They told her that her husband had become a national hero, flying his plane into the enemy in mutual destruction. All that remained was this small tag.

The window in Ruan Manqing’s life was completely shut.

As her heart was cut off from the light, her body quickly declined as well. Before long, she withered away and passed peacefully, forever sleeping in the mansion.

But her soul was still waiting—waiting for the person who would open that window for her.

A hundred years later, a young man who had returned from studying abroad played a real-life escape room game with his friends. He was assigned to play the role of a wealthy young master from the late Qing Dynasty.

At the moment he pushed open the mansion’s wooden door, the woman in a traditional Xiuhua wedding dress inside slowly opened her eyes.

Wow! The script was so touching that Xie Jixing almost cried. Truly moving.

But… why was the yin energy around them fluctuating so violently?

He slowly turned his head to look at the female ghost beside him.

Her entire body had swollen to several times its size. Her face was bloated, and large purple-black patches appeared on her gray-white skin.

Black-red, foul-smelling liquid kept dripping from her mouth, nose, and hair.

“No! This isn’t right! This isn’t how it should be!”

Ghostly energy surged wildly. The liquid splashed onto the script pages, instantly burning a hole through them.

Xie Jixing quickly let go. The script fell to the ground and immediately turned into a pile of black, sticky matter, like half-dried asphalt.

He looked at the still-expanding female ghost and patiently tried to persuade her.

“Miss, calm down.”

It had no effect.

Her black hair, filled with murderous intent, lashed toward him.

“Liars! All liars! Die! You all deserve to die!”

“Let’s talk this through!” Xie Jixing ignited ghostly blue flames, protecting himself and the unlucky ghost inside.

“I’ve only transmigrated here for less than a month! I even spent money on you! I really didn’t provoke you!”

The hair burned in the blue flames, turning inch by inch into ash. The ghost changed tactics. Her once soft and tough strands stood upright like steel needles and stabbed toward him.

“Hey! If you keep this up, I’m going to fight back!” The flames grew stronger. Xie Jixing looked at his shrinking savings with pain.

“I was planning to use this money to buy things for you.”

Inside the paper smartphone, the unused balance also began to burn.

The female ghost suddenly felt heat at her side. The paper phone that had accompanied her every day turned into ashes.

‘I still have five more chapters to finish that novel…’

A strange thought flashed through her mind. The hatred and resentment in her heart seemed to be diluted a little.

Her hair softened and fell.

She glanced at Xie Jixing with blood-teared eyes full of resentment, then shrank and floated away.

“Why do I feel like… she was looking at me like I’m a scumbag?”

Xie Jixing looked at the trembling unlucky ghost beside him.

No, he had to keep raising her. This one was still too weak.

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After the script was finalized, the variety show officially began filming.

To ensure everything went smoothly, the crew held a small opening ceremony in the plaza in front of the mansion.

As usual, the main creators had to burn incense.

The screenwriter had just lit three sticks when a strange wind blew from nowhere and snapped them in half.

Ash fell onto her hand, burning two big blisters.

After burning incense, they had to stack a “cola tower.” The cans were customized with the show’s name and auspicious phrases.

The director stacked the top can, while the screenwriter and assistant director worked on the second layer.

This time, the screenwriter placed her can steadily.

She patted her chest carefully. Good. Stable.

The next second, the director’s hand slipped. The can fell, and the entire tower collapsed. Several cans burst open, spraying cola all over the screenwriter, director, and assistant director.

The whole plaza became sticky and smelled of cola. It took half the night to clean.

The director humiliatingly took the blame for “Parkinson’s-like hand tremors” and comforted everyone that it was just an accident.

But the first shoot went terribly.

Although it was cloudy, a strange halo always appeared in front of the camera. No matter how they filmed, the footage was blurry.

While reviewing playback, the monitor suddenly turned into static, and then the image disappeared entirely.

“Hello? Main camera, can you hear me?” the director pressed the walkie-talkie, about to lose his temper.

“Liaaars~~~ All liars! Die! You all must die~~~”

The walkie-talkie fell with a crack and shattered.

The director swallowed back his rage.

Ahhh—this place really is haunted!