After Saving The Villain, He Had Sex With The Female Ghost. Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Yu Mansion (Eight)

Chu Yu turned her gaze back to Director Zheng. “What are your thoughts?”

Director Zheng sneered. “Since we’ve already torn off the mask, stop using polite language with me. It’s hypocritical.”

Li Heru twisted her wrist, looking eager for a fight, but Chu Yu quickly stopped her. “Do you still want Ming Wanli’s body? If you do, follow her instructions. You’ve worked so hard to market this film; if the plot is richer, the reputation will only improve.”

“Who told you I’m marketing it for reputation? I just want more people to know she’s a disgusting, perverse lunatic ghost,” Director Zheng said. “Besides, what would I want with a corpse?” she added.

“Take it home and refine it into a corpse-ghost. Aside from changes in appearance, she’ll be exactly the same as when she was alive,” Li Heru reminded her.

“Isn’t it too cold?” Director Zheng asked.

Chu Yu awkwardly looked elsewhere. Only Chengzi was confused. “Aren’t all corpses cold?” she muttered softly.

Director Zheng was silent for a moment, then asked, “Is she really dead?”

Li Heru said, “If you hesitate any longer, she really will die.”

Director Zheng immediately said, “I agree. Where is she now?”

…

“Where have you been these past few days?” Chu Yu looked up at her. Li Heru walked carelessly, hands in her pockets. “I went downstairs for a stroll that day and ran into a geomancer. She tried to catch me, I refused, and so she chased me and I ran for two days. I only managed to shake her off today.”

Her tone was calm, as if disappearing for two days was just going downstairs for a bowl of noodles. When they reached a corner, she raised her hand. “Here, go inside and buy me some things.”

Chu Yu looked up and saw it was the same funeral parlor where she had first bought Li Heru’s urn.

The owner stood up immediately when he saw someone enter. Upon seeing it was Chu Yu, he curled his lip and slumped back down. “Look for yourself, choose for yourself. The cheap ones are on the bottom shelf.”

“Incense burner, stick incense, spirit money, candles. Bring several bundles of spirit money,” Li Heru instructed.

Chu Yu carried a large red bag and stuffed it full. When she went to pay, the owner paused, looked like he wanted to say something, but then closed his mouth.

Back home, under Li Heru’s guidance, Chu Yu placed everything on the offering table, where Li Heru’s cat paw urn sat.

“Steam some rice, and get some offerings and fruit.” Was this for a sacrifice? Chu Yu nodded and turned toward the kitchen.

“When you steam the rice, add more water. The water needs to cover the back of your hand,” Li Heru called out weakly with her last words. Chu Yu turned her head and saw her collapse straight onto the floor.

Chu Yu usually didn’t add much water when steaming rice, so it always came out dry and hard. Today, she pressed her hand into the pot, and only when the water covered the back of her hand did she press the start button.

There was no fruit at home. She opened the empty refrigerator, hesitated for a moment, and then placed two jars of jam on the offering table.

They were all fruit; why couldn’t they be used?

As the offering table was set, the rice cooker beeped. Chu Yu hurriedly scooped out a bowl of rice, trying to make the mound perfectly round. With everything ready, she walked over to the sofa.

Li Heru’s eyes were closed, dark circles beneath them. The fingers resting on her forehead were almost transparently white. Li Heru had spoken lightly of it, but for Ming Wanli to hold her up for two days, it must have been a fierce battle.

“I’m done. What should I do now?” Chu Yu asked softly.

Li Heru weakly opened her eyes and glanced at the offering table. “Take the jam away. It’s too sweet.”

“And then?” Chu Yu put the jam back in the fridge.

“Burn the paper money. Think of me while you burn it,” Li Heru said.

What kind of instruction was that? Chu Yu’s ears felt a little hot, but Li Heru’s expression was serious. She had no choice but to grab a bundle of spirit money and ask, “Can I burn it downstairs? The smoke is too strong.”

Li Heru nodded. “Light the incense and candles. I need to go back to my room and sleep for a while. Just come back when you’re done burning. Don’t worry about me. If I recover quickly, I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Taking advantage of the darkness, Chu Yu furtively rushed downstairs with the basin. The spirit money danced in the firelight, and the ashes fell like butterflies. This was the only bridge between the living and the dead. What were most people feeling when they burned paper money?

Chu Yu didn’t know. This was the first time in her life she had burned paper money, but at this moment, a strange feeling surged within her—familiar yet poignant. A certain spot in her heart was being pulled, causing a slight ache.

The next day, Chu Yu woke up very early. She spent the morning making soup and frying steak, trying to make breakfast look like a candlelight dinner.

It was almost noon, and Li Heru still hadn’t come out. Chu Yu looked at the quiet door, hesitating whether to knock.

She walked to the door several times, only to retreat. This time, just as she reached the door, before she could even look, the door opened automatically.

A radiant Li Heru leaned against the door. “What are you doing? I’ve been hearing you pacing outside my door all morning.”

Chu Yu was still wearing an apron and instinctively wiped her hands on it. “Food is ready. Shall we eat now?”

“Yes, I’m starving. The rice you steamed yesterday was just right, soft and firm, but there was no meat. Chewing dry rice made me nauseous.” She closed the door, and a moment later, walked out wearing the same gray outfit from yesterday.

“Did your clothes materialize?” Chu Yu asked curiously. In her understanding, ghosts wore whatever they wore before death.

“No, Ming Wanli burned them for me,” Li Heru said proudly. “After a bloody battle yesterday, my clothes were ruined, so I told her to buy and burn some for me. I didn’t expect to actually receive them.”

Li Heru elegantly spun around. Her clothes looked no different from those of a normal person. “So, besides feeding me, you now have another task: burning clothes for me,” Li Heru said seriously.

Chu Yu watched her retreating figure, trying to suppress a laugh.

“I made shrimp and vegetable soup, steak for meat, fried side dishes, and baked bread. Would you like juice?” Chu Yu followed behind her, speaking.

Li Heru smiled. “You cooked?” Chu Yu heard the teasing in her voice and nodded. “I’ve been cooking for myself often these past few years. My skills are pretty good.”

At the dining table, the dishes indeed looked excellent. A hint of surprise flashed in Li Heru’s eyes.

However, once she tasted the food, she couldn’t bring herself to praise it.

The soup was fishy, the meat was tough, the vegetables were burnt. Only the semi-finished bread was edible. She took a sip of juice, but drank a few strange fibers from it.

“What is this?” Li Heru spat it onto a napkin, looking puzzled.

Chu Yu cleared her throat a few times. “Sorry, orange fibers.”

Li Heru sighed and took a drink of the only unflavored mineral water on the table. “I’ll cook from now on.”

“You can cook too?” Chu Yu was surprised. In her understanding, ghosts couldn’t touch physical objects. Although Li Heru often violated this rule, she didn’t handle objects frequently.

“It takes some effort, but it’s worth it for a good meal.” Li Heru forked a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. The steak on the table remained untouched.

Chu Yu had made two servings of food today. Li Heru’s half remained exactly as it was after she finished eating. Chu Yu packed it in a bag, intending to give it to the stray cats downstairs.

“If you like it, take it home. Why feed it while letting it wander?” Li Heru frowned, looking at the group of fluffy creatures running around.

“This is a stray cat protection organization spontaneously formed by the neighborhood aunties. They get vaccinated and spayed/neutered every year, and they have their own fixed shelters. Compared to other stray cats, they live quite comfortably.” Chu Yu poured the meat pieces, washed clean of seasoning, into a food bowl. A group of kittens immediately rushed over.

“Of course, it’s best if they can be adopted. The aunties are looking for adopters, but the results are generally poor,” Chu Yu sighed.

She had to go to the set today. After two major news stories about actors being attacked by ghosts, the drama had gained significant momentum. Even Xu Yue, her agent, who hadn’t been seen in eight hundred years, called to congratulate her.

“Congratulations! Your luck is really good now. Once this one is finished, you can prepare to take on the next project,” Xu Yue said triumphantly.

Good luck? Chu Yu didn’t think so. She sighed and thanked Xu Yue for the congratulations for the time being. Honestly, she hadn’t expected the history of a haunted house to contain so many unknown secrets, like digging up dirt on a collapsed celebrity—the more you dug, the more you found.

“Cut!” Chu Yu stopped what she was doing. The makeup artist rushed over to touch up her powder. Through the crowd of staff, she saw Director Zheng discussing something with the producer. Ming Wanli hadn’t come today.

“Director Zheng,” Chu Yu greeted her.

Director Zheng’s expression soured when she saw her. She said irritably, “What is it?”

“About changing the plot?” Chu Yu asked.

“We’re discussing it right now, don’t worry.” She looked around, gritted her teeth, and pulled Chu Yu aside. “What kind of poison did your ghost give Ming Wanli? Why has she been unconscious until now?” Director Zheng whispered.

“What kind of poison? Ha, I just made her sleep, to ensure she and the other one behave until we complete our mission,” Li Heru said, stuffing a piece of cake into her mouth.

“How long will she sleep?” Chu Yu asked.

“As long as you film this drama, she’ll sleep,” Li Heru winked.

This drama was in the form of a pseudo-documentary, so it wasn’t too difficult to shoot, but it still took almost three months to complete.

On the day filming wrapped, Chu Yu found Meizhi huddled in a ball on the second floor. She was facing away from the door, trembling slightly.

Chu Yu gently patted her. Meizhi flinched and looked up, her face covered in tears.

“Do you want to see Hua Mei?” Chu Yu asked her.

“No, let’s not,” Meizhi sniffled, extending her hand for Chu Yu to see.

Her fingers had become semi-transparent, and faint blue veins could be seen under the light.

Chu Yu was startled. She hadn’t done anything to Meizhi, so why was Meizhi showing signs of disappearing? She called Li Heru. She had recently found a funeral parlor that sold paper electronic devices, and she immediately bought a set, solving the problem of ghosts not having phones and not being reachable on demand.

Li Heru was wandering downstairs and quickly rushed up.

“Congratulations, you’re about to have your first piece of business,” Li Heru said, looking at Meizhi’s hand.

“Take me away. I don’t want to be trapped here anymore,” Meizhi whispered breathlessly.

Born in Yu Mansion, died in Yu Mansion, committed murder in Yu Mansion, and accompanied the soul of her enemy for many years, still in Yu Mansion. In the final moments of her soul’s lingering, Meizhi ultimately chose to leave.

The filming equipment had mostly been moved out. This century-old mansion gradually returned to its former appearance. The ghosts trapped in the old house stared at them curiously.

“What will happen to these ghosts?” Chu Yu asked.

“After Meizhi disappears, they will also be delivered to the afterlife. After all, this is Meizhi’s debt. Once the debt is paid, they should leave too.” Li Heru took one last look at the main gate. The dark clouds above the mansion seemed to be receding.

Chu Yu supported Meizhi and led her to Hua Mei’s shack. Hua Mei had been waiting there for a long time. A hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye. Meizhi was young, but Hua Mei had long since aged. Their dockside promise from back then was finally fulfilled today.

[Author’s Note]

This arc is finished. The next chapter will start a new one~