After Saving The Villain, He Had Sex With The Female Ghost. Chapter 8
byA circle of talismans was tightly pasted around the base of the wall. Li Heru, whom Chu Yu had called with a single phone call, leaned casually on the sofa, his feet resting on the tightly bound Meizhi.
Without Meizhi’s interference, the scene was quickly finished. It was hot, and the clothes on Chu Yu’s back were soaked with sweat. She irritably tugged at her clothes a couple of times, but the air blowing into her collar was hot and useless.
Seeing that the crew had all gone downstairs, she took a breath and plopped down next to Li Heru. As soon as she sat down, she felt a rush of cold air, like a giant air conditioner.
Li Heru shifted away slightly: “You’re all sweaty, don’t touch me.”
Meizhi’s body was bound, but her mouth didn’t stop: “You despise sweat? Who do you think you are? You’re a dirty thing a million times more disgusting than the smelly feces in a latrine! Don’t think I don’t know where your power comes from, disgusting!”
Chu Yu turned her face curiously, only to see Li Heru reach out and punch Meizhi, causing her chin to indent like putty.
“Don’t fight! Let us have a turn!” The speaker’s voice was soft. Chu Yu looked up and saw a group of little ghosts entering through the door, including the headless boy from the other day and several other ghosts she recognized from the building.
The ghosts swarmed in. Now, even without sticking close to Li Heru, Chu Yu felt cold all over. She sneezed. Li Heru kicked Meizhi over. Meizhi spun like a top to the feet of the ghosts, who immediately cheered with joy.
Meizhi lay among them, her face full of terror, but her body was tightly bound, and the room was covered with talismans preventing her escape. For a time, she could only curse or stiffen her neck and wait for death.
“Why does she stay here and keep killing people? Do you ghosts have KPIs for killing?” Chu Yu watched the bloody chaos before her and clicked her tongue.
Li Heru shook his head: “The more people she kills, the more resentment she attracts. The resentment will drag her feet and prevent her from finding release.”
“Then why is she killing?” Chu Yu looked over thoughtfully. The ghosts beating her included the old and the young, with nothing particularly special about them. The only commonality was that they were all physically mutilated—Meizhi’s methods were extremely brutal.
There are many murderers in the world, but the motives are few, usually only two situations: crimes of passion or revenge.
Meizhi was an old ghost, and the only person she was connected to, Hua Mei, was still alive, so it could only be the latter.
“Stop for a moment.” Chu Yu stood up and clapped her hands. No ghost paid attention to her. She grabbed a handful of scattered incense ash from the ground and sprinkled it in. Meizhi wailed, and the ghosts stopped, turning to look at her.
Stared at by so many dark, hollow eyes, Chu Yu remained composed.
“How did she kill you? Do you know her?” The ghosts looked at each other for a moment, tilted their heads, and seemed unable to understand, like batteries had been removed.
Meizhi, lying among them, shrieked: “Why shouldn’t I kill those who have a blood feud with me! If their ancestors could kill me, can’t I kill them?”
As soon as Meizhi spoke, the ghosts’ batteries seemed to be put back in. They turned around and started beating her again. The headless ghost somehow produced its own head and was struggling to stuff it into Meizhi’s mouth to silence her.
“These ghosts are low-level spirits. They don’t understand human language and only react to Meizhi, who killed them,” Li Heru reminded her.
The plan to extract the truth from the ghosts failed, and Chu Yu felt a bit frustrated. She pushed the group of ghosts away, stepped onto Meizhi, pulled the head stuck in her mouth out, and then forcefully hammered her chin, setting the dislocated jaw back in place.
“Why did you kill them? Does this relate to how you died?” Chu Yu pressed.
Meizhi sneered: “Their ancestors killed me. I’m just returning the favor, it’s perfectly fair!” Chu Yu was stunned. She looked behind her. There were at least seven or eight ghosts here. Could the family of the Yu Mansion’s mistress have produced so many descendants?
Chu Yu recalled Meizhi’s previous accusation against the old woman and couldn’t help but wonder, was Meizhi not killed by the mistress?
“Who exactly killed you?” Chu Yu frowned. Meizhi rolled her eyes: “What business is it of yours? If I tell you, will you kill them for me?”
“No, but I might be able to help you find release,” Chu Yu said calmly.
“Release? Are you the living Buddha? Who needs you to grant release? I am immortal now! As long as my obsession remains, I will never disappear. Ask that hypocritical little ghost behind you if she wants release!”
Meizhi grabbed Chu Yu’s ankle and laughed loudly.
Chu Yu looked back at Li Heru. Li Heru didn’t speak. The next second, Meizhi’s outstretched left hand immediately exploded into a mist of blood. Blood splattered onto Chu Yu’s face. Chu Yu gently wiped it away, leaned down, and pinched Meizhi’s chin.
“You better be honest, or I’ll make you vanish into thin air. If you disappear, Hua Mei will follow you to death the next second.”
Meizhi laughed twice without restraint: “So you’ve hooked up with a little ghost, big deal. I’m telling you, don’t be fooled by her strong power; the stronger the obsession, the greater the power. She isn’t…” Meizhi’s mouth was full of red. She opened her mouth wide and reached inside, pulling out nothing.
Meizhi’s tongue had exploded.
Li Heru smiled: “If she won’t talk, we have plenty of ways to find out.” She stood up and walked out.
Chu Yu watched Li Heru’s retreating figure, said nothing, and followed her.
Li Heru disappeared downstairs. Chu Yu grabbed a bottle of water and sat down in the rest area.
She wasn’t needed for the second half of the shoot. She sat in the corner and pulled out the script. She hadn’t read the script in too much detail these past few days due to Meizhi’s interference. Taking advantage of the free time, she planned to read it thoroughly.
“Oh, busy?” The Feng Shui Master walked over.
Chu Yu smiled politely and closed the script: “You haven’t left yet.”
“Director Zheng asked me to stay on standby all day today, especially since something happened,” the Feng Shui Master said. “You’re quite capable. How did you bind that ghost? I heard it was very peaceful upstairs today.” She continued to ask.
Her intentions were clear. Chu Yu replied courteously: “A family method, nothing worth mentioning.”
Since Chu Yu was unwilling to disclose, the Feng Shui Master didn’t press further. She extended her hand: “Ming Wanli. Nice to meet you. Wait for me after you finish your work this afternoon, I’ll help you ward off the bad luck.”
“Chu Yu. Do I have bad luck on me?” She also extended her hand and asked. “Quite a lot,” Ming Wanli spread her hands.
As the two were talking, a girl screamed and ran over: “Chu Yu! Sister Yu, I finally see you!”
Chu Yu turned around. It was Chengzi, with a very pale, round, smiling face—the timid girl she had met during her initial audition.
“What a coincidence, you joined the crew too.” Chu Yu smiled and turned around. Chengzi cheered and jumped over, hugging her: “I heard you were playing Huaisang! Sister, you’re amazing! I knew you’d get a good role!”
Chu Yu subtly removed Chengzi’s arm from around her and held her hand instead: “Are you shooting this afternoon? What role are you playing?”
Chengzi scratched her head sheepishly: “Just cannon fodder. I’m playing a detective who enters the haunted room to investigate and gets killed by the ghost.”
Chu Yu raised an eyebrow: “But I don’t have a scene this afternoon. Who is going to kill you?”
“Special effects and props. The ghost doesn’t need to appear in this part.” She patted Chu Yu firmly, “Sister Yu, you rest well and prepare for the next segment! I’m going upstairs.”
After seeing her off, Chu Yu realized that Ming Wanli had left at some point.
A few pages of the script were turned. The hour hand spun half a circle. A commotion started downstairs. A few panicked crew members rushed down in twos and threes.
“There’s a ghost! There really is a ghost!” The photographer cried out, dropping his equipment. Several people ran outside as if facing a formidable enemy. Chu Yu’s heart jumped. She ran up the stairs, taking three steps at a time.
Black mist permeated the second floor. The door to the room where Meizhi was locked was wide open, and fragments of talismans slowly drifted to the floor.
Chu Yu took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, rushing into the room. The room was empty, with no sign of the ghost. Chengzi lay on the ground, unconscious, her face covered in blood.
She immediately scooped up Chengzi and carried her on her back. Fortunately, she exercised regularly and was in good physical condition. Chu Yu stumbled down the stairs with Chengzi on her back. Everyone else had fled, leaving only Director Zheng and Ming Wanli downstairs.
Both were shocked to see her return with Chengzi and immediately called 120.
In the monitoring room, the monitor beeped an alarm. Director Zheng came out of the doctor’s office and breathed a sigh of relief.
“It’s not too serious. She has no external injuries, just shock. She’ll be fine after some rest,” Director Zheng said.
Chu Yu sat down, exhausted. Li Heru was nowhere to be found. Now that Meizhi had harmed someone again, she truly didn’t know what to do.
Ming Wanli raised her hand and patted Director Zheng’s back: “It’s good that she’s okay.” Director Zheng’s expression was slightly annoyed, and he shook her off.
Chu Yu consciously lowered her eyes. The two whispered to each other. A moment later, Director Zheng patted her shoulder: “Do not spread the word about today’s incident, and don’t reveal a single word on social media later.”
Chu Yu nodded. It would be a huge trouble if news spread that an actor in a horror film crew was attacked by a ghost.
Director Zheng then took a few photos of the sleeping Chengzi and left with Ming Wanli. Chengzi’s family couldn’t be reached. Director Zheng paid the hospital fees before leaving, and Chu Yu took on the responsibility of caring for her.
Chengzi finally woke up the next morning.
The first thing she said when she saw Chu Yu was: “Sister Yu, run!”
“You are safe now, don’t worry, you’re not in that haunted house anymore,” Chu Yu gently patted her.
Then, Chengzi began to sob loudly: “There really are ghosts here. I shouldn’t have come. My great-grandmother clearly warned me that our family easily attracts dirty things. I should have listened to her, woo woo woo…”
Chu Yu caught a crucial piece of information: “Your family easily attracts dirty things? What do you mean?”
“Sister Yu, don’t be scared when I tell you.” Chengzi wiped away her tears.
“My great-grandmother didn’t die of old age. She was strangled to death by a ghost on her ninetieth birthday.”
A chill ran down Chu Yu’s spine. She asked: “Did your great-grandmother offend anyone when she was alive?”
The sunlight outside was suddenly obscured by clouds. Chengzi shivered: “When she was young, she went to the street to fight landlords, and along with a group of people, they hanged a girl from a wealthy family. They only realized after they hanged her that the girl was the family’s maid, who had stolen and worn their clothes after the masters fled.”
The cloud cover drifted, and half of Chengzi’s face fell into shadow. She said: “Of the people who participated in that incident back then, only two families are left alive now.”
The air crackled as if burning, making it hard to distinguish between tinnitus and ambient noise. Chu Yu stood up, feeling dizzy.