After Saving The Villain, He Had Sex With The Female Ghost. Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Yu Mansion (III)

As she spoke, the wind lifted the plastic sheeting on the collapsed shack, and the sound carried far in the evening air. The old woman wiped away a tear, clutching the priceless conch pearl necklace tightly: “Sometimes I truly hate this thing, I want to throw it away, but Meizhi’s life was exchanged for it. If she knew I threw the necklace away, she would surely scold me when she went down below.”

“But if she could really scold me, that would be good… I couldn’t bear to sell it. Those years were turbulent, and every day I lived in fear of it being taken away. It was like a rope tied around my neck. Meizhi lost her life because of it, and I’ve carried this burden my entire life.”

The old woman spoke disjointedly, but her words were filled with endless pain.

Chu Yu fell silent. The obsession of the dead is easy to handle, but how does one resolve the obsession of the living? Was she supposed to drag the old woman to Yu Mansion and have her talk face-to-face with the deceased Meizhi?

She pulled Li Heru, who was fixing her hair in the wind, and whispered, “Does resolving the resentment of the living count as merit?”

Li Heru shook her head: “Don’t dream.”

Chu Yu looked back at the old woman. The black aura around her had condensed into a dark halo. Several dismembered ghosts nearby were drooling with covetousness. Chu Yu fully believed that the moment she left this place, the old woman would be torn to shreds by the predatory wild ghosts.

“There’s no need. She is seeking death herself. What good is it if we save her? If her obsession isn’t resolved, perhaps becoming a ghost after death would be better for her,” Li Heru said, her voice unchanged and her expression indifferent as she folded her arms.

Chu Yu still felt a pang of sympathy.

“You’ve seen it, my friend here is quite capable. If you trust me, I have a way to find Meizhi. The prerequisite is that you must tell me Meizhi’s appearance and your request. I will go find her, and if she is willing, I can help you meet.”

She told the old woman, who froze for a moment, then repeatedly bowed, about to kneel. Li Heru sighed, flicked two fingers, and held her in place.

“Just speak directly. But if you want help, I want your conch pearl necklace,” Li Heru said with a half-smile.

Chu Yu glanced at her and chimed in, “Only with this necklace will Meizhi recognize us.”

Taking the necklace, Chu Yu invited the old woman to stay at her house, but the old woman refused.

“I’ve been alone for many years; I know where I can spend the night. Don’t worry, you can find me here next time. I will wait for you here,” the old woman waved at the two of them, her body hunched. It was hard to imagine she was the same age as the young ghosts in Yu Mansion.

Chu Yu looked back repeatedly but said nothing. The setting sun was like blood, and the two walked through the dilapidated alley in silence.

“You asked her for two thousand yuan on purpose, didn’t you?” Chu Yu suddenly asked. Li Heru didn’t look at her, saying flatly, “Of course it was on purpose. Only a fool doesn’t make money when they can.”

Li Heru’s mouth could handle anything, so Chu Yu smiled: “Did you realize early on that she had a problem, and that’s why you used the money to test her?”

Li Heru didn’t speak, reaching out to pat Chu Yu.

“Can you draw talismans?” Chu Yu changed the subject. Li Heru glanced at her: “Do you think I’m a Daoist priest? I’m a ghost!”

Awkwardly, Chu Yu rubbed her head. She was about to say something else when Li Heru interrupted her: “That old woman will be fine. She has been in contact with me and carries my aura. No ghost in this area is bold enough to touch my prey.”

Chu Yu sensed something unusual in Li Heru’s arrogant tone: “Are you very powerful?”

“I suppose so,” Li Heru said, hands in her pockets.

“How powerful? Does everyone become a ghost after death? How is the power level calculated then?” Chu Yu became interested.

“That’s a secret,” Li Heru smiled.

Pingjiang Road No. 34, the city’s famous haunted house.

Chu Yu got out of the car and first looked up at the second floor. An empty white dress was fluttering outwards. Passersby might mistake it for a curtain, but Chu Yu saw a pair of feet beneath the white hem, wearing old-fashioned Mary Jane shoes, dangling limply downwards.

This must be Meizhi, who hanged herself on the second floor. She walked inside.

Director Zheng had been waiting for her for a long time. Everyone who came today was an actor who had made the shortlist. The director and producer would assign roles based on their performance. To ensure better performance in the film, the director had not distributed the script. Once inside the room, Chu Yu improvised based on the character descriptions provided by the director.

First, she played a female college student who accidentally entered the haunted house. The director shook his head. Then she played the third female lead, who caused trouble within the group. The director still shook his head.

After performing all the important roles in the script, the director sighed: “Your acting is good, but you’re missing something.” Director Zheng rested her chin on her hand, squinting at Chu Yu. After a moment, she suddenly nodded in realization and pulled out another script from a drawer.

Chu Yu opened it. The character column read: Resentful Ghost Huaisang.

Scene: Midnight. Moonlight streams into the dilapidated study.

[Huaisang stretches, leaps down from the curtain rod where she was hanging, and looks expressionlessly at the student who mistakenly entered. Then, she reaches out and strangles her.]

Chu Yu performed a segment without props. The judges exchanged glances. Director Zheng applauded: “Good! I know what you’re missing. You lack the feeling of being alive. If you don’t have the feeling of being alive, then play a dead person.”

…It was a backhanded compliment, but Chu Yu never picked roles. As long as she had a part to play, it was fine. Moreover, the role of Huaisang had a significant presence in the film, second only to the protagonist. For a nobody like her, it was a godsend.

Director Zheng was straightforward and had her own artistic pursuits. After the day’s procedures were over, Chu Yu asked her if she could see the room on the second floor, and she generously agreed.

“Look, this is dedication to art. Women must be bold. Only boldness leads to success,” Director Zheng said to the people behind her. They quickly offered polite smiles. Chu Yu nodded to her and left.

She hadn’t noticed last time, but this time she saw that the oak staircase was covered with a layer of tiles. Beneath several peeling tiles, hacking marks were exposed, remnants from that great catastrophe.

The old woman hadn’t lied. Chu Yu walked to the door and gently grasped the doorknob, which was round and cold.

The door creaked open. The room had been restored to its original state. Various European-style furnishings carried a sense of old, decaying luxury. Time here seemed frozen decades ago.

The wooden floor creaked. Chu Yu paused her steps. The white curtain fluttered in the wind, and the pair of dangling feet disappeared.

She stepped back, her back hitting something cold and sharp.

“What is your purpose for being here?” A young voice, unfriendly in tone. Chu Yu slowly raised her hands: “Are you Meizhi?”

The person behind her stiffened, and the object pressing against her pushed harder. “Who are you?”

“If you move the finger poking me, I’ll tell you,” Chu Yu curved her lips, slowly turning to look at her.

Meizhi looked no older than fifteen, with two braids hanging over her shoulders and a lace ribbon wrapped around her neck. She glared at Chu Yu, her face full of anger.

Chu Yu pulled a necklace from her pocket. The conch pearl flashed with a pale pink light, dangling in front of Meizhi’s eyes. She leaped up to grab it: “Where did you get that? Who exactly are you?”

Chu Yu raised her hand very high, but Meizhi’s slender neck suddenly elongated, snapping towards her hand like a sharp-toothed trap.

Oh no, she forgot she was a ghost.

Chu Yu quickly tossed the necklace to her other hand and turned to run. Meizhi, true to her horror movie prototype, was filled with rage. The main door slammed shut. The curtains flapped wildly. The light bulb in the room flickered rapidly. Just as the filament was about to explode,

Li Heru suddenly appeared.

With a flick of her finger, she sent Meizhi flying from the doorway straight to the window. The curtain wrapped around her in a spiral, cocooning Meizhi into a large silkworm.

“How did you get here?” Chu Yu was shocked. Li Heru sneered: “If you don’t have the power, don’t provoke ghosts. I think you’ve lived too long and forgotten who you are.”

“Isn’t that what I have you for?” Chu Yu said, and Li Heru’s anger instantly subsided by more than half.

Veins bulged on Meizhi’s forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot: “Who exactly are you two?”

“Is that all you have to say? Huh?” Li Heru kicked the curtain wrapping Meizhi. She spun around like a roly-poly toy.

“Hua Mei wants to see you. She wants to know how you are doing,” Chu Yu said, weighing the necklace in her hand. Meizhi’s fury died down. Her face was pale and green, and finally, she bit her lip hard and said, “I won’t see her. She ran off to the dock, afraid of death, and now she’s trapped me here, neither human nor ghost. What right does she have to say she wants to see me?”

Chu Yu was surprised. This was different from the story the old woman told her.

“She said she went to the dock to wait for you so you could leave together. Perhaps there’s a misunderstanding between you?” Chu Yu asked.

“A misunderstanding? Ha, the only misunderstanding was that I trusted her, thinking she was someone I could entrust my life to. But she… she killed me.” Meizhi raised her head, two streams of bloody tears welling up, and her voice suddenly dropped.

The room was silent. Dust from years ago drifted down from the air. Li Heru stepped forward and looked at her: “How did she kill you?”

“She… she killed me like this!” Before she finished speaking, the restraints around Meizhi burst into shreds. She leaped up, her neck unnaturally flexible, darting out like a snake, baring her fangs and lunging straight for Li Heru’s face. Chu Yu instinctively raised her hand, then lowered it.

Sure enough, an attack of this level was less than a tickle to Li Heru. Li Heru waved her hand back with immense force. Meizhi’s face distorted in the air, seeming to be only a layer of skin. A moment later, she bounced back, sticking firmly to the floor, barely conscious.

That wasn’t the end. Li Heru placed one foot on Meizhi’s hand and ground down hard, grinding until Chu Yu wanted to tell her to stop abusing the elderly ghost. When Li Heru lifted her foot, only a pool of dark red remained on the ground.

“Did you crush her out of existence?” Chu Yu smeared a little blood with her hand and sniffed it. A strong smell of decay nearly made her faint.

“She ran away,” Li Heru said, standing with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

“Neither of them is honest. It won’t be easy to get the truth out of them,” Chu Yu said, looking at the empty room.

“Then we’ll beat them until they tell the truth,” Li Heru pushed the door open and walked out.

“Aren’t we supposed to be doing charity work by helping ghosts cross over? You’re using violent enforcement,” Chu Yu followed her.