After Saving The Villain, He Had Sex With The Female Ghost. Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Yu Mansion (IV)

The urban village was bustling, with various vendors crowding both sides of the road. Chu Yu struggled considerably to squeeze out of the human flow. Li Heru, having smoothly navigated along the awnings, had arrived downstairs at the old building much earlier. Her fingers tapped impatiently. “You’re so slow.”

Chu Yu patted her wrinkled clothes. “Being a ghost must be nice, you can go wherever you want.”

“I can make you a ghost right now.” Li Heru raised a claw at her. Chu Yu laughed and dodged back. “Speaking of which, can Meizhi stretch her neck because she was hanged? Or can all ghosts freely control their body changes?”

“Ghosts formed after death generally maintain their original appearance. Whatever they looked like before death, that’s how the ghost looks, though different causes of death can lead to different physical changes,” Li Heru said, lowering her gaze.

“So it’s because she was hanged…” Chu Yu said. She was somewhat curious about how Li Heru had died.

However, Li Heru looked like a normal person in all respects. There were no ligature marks on her neck, her wrists were intact, and though she didn’t know if there were any internal injuries, she was indistinguishable from a normal person, aside from her overly pale skin.

“What do you… turn into?” After some deliberation, she chose a more tactful way to ask.

“Want to know how I died?” Li Heru’s lips curved upward. “Then watch closely.” The next second, Li Heru vanished.

A burst of blood mist blew up in front of Chu Yu. Fine, dense droplets of blood exploded before her eyes, mixing with the lingering sunset, as if blood had stained half the sky. Her irises were dyed red.

Before she could recover from the overwhelming shock, Li Heru spun around, the blood mist vanished completely, and everything returned to tranquility. Her eyes curved into a smile, and she gracefully curtsied to Chu Yu, lifting an imaginary skirt.

Chu Yu felt her scalp prickle, an eerie sensation as if someone had lightly stroked her cerebral cortex. Turned into a blood mist? What kind of death was that?

“Cool, right? I quite like this. It hides the cause of death and is scary enough,” Li Heru said, examining her fingers, which were gilded by the setting sun.

Chu Yu was silent for a moment. She reached out and embraced Li Heru, giving her a quick hug.

The movement was very light. By the time Li Heru wanted to push her away, Chu Yu had already let go.

The old woman’s shack had been repaired. From a distance, it looked like a beetle clinging to the corner of the old building. Seeing the two of them, she bent over and waved, like a child.

“We found her, but she doesn’t want to see you,” Li Heru said coldly. The light in the old woman’s eyes went out. She slumped onto the stool, rubbing her face with both hands incessantly.

Chu Yu leaned nearby, feeling a pang of sympathy. “I will visit her often in the future, maybe we can mediate again. Are you hiding anything from us? We can only help you if you tell us the truth.”

Li Heru smiled while seemingly choking the old woman’s neck from a distance. “She’s easy to fool, but I’m not. If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll shatter your soul so you can’t even see Meizhi after death.”

One played the good cop, the other the bad cop. The old woman trembled like a sieve and finally spoke. “We had agreed that I would wait for her downstairs, but I waited until the middle of the night, then ran to the dock.”

Chu Yu frowned slightly upon hearing this. “Why did you go to the dock?”

“Why else? She’s a coward! A traitor, a shrinking turtle, a heartless wretch! And I was so good to you back then!” A sharp curse came from the roof of the shack. Chu Yu’s vision went white, and a white object was violently thrown to the ground by Li Heru’s hand, creating a large pit.

It was Meizhi. Meizhi was beaten black and blue, completely unrecognizable from her former youthful appearance. She was furious. Her neck was trapped by a stool leg held by Li Heru, but her mouth didn’t stop, stabbing the old woman with the fangs of her words like a venomous snake.

The old woman acted as if she had suddenly gone deaf, ignoring Meizhi’s curses, and scrambled toward her. “Meizhi? Is that you, Meizhi! You finally agreed to see me after all these years!”

Whether Li Heru did it intentionally or accidentally, Meizhi’s hands suddenly became free. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped the old woman. “Screw you! You remember me after I’ve been dead for so many years? Get lost!”

The old woman’s dentures nearly fell out, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Chu Yu couldn’t help but step forward to pull her away. “Don’t abuse the elderly.”

The old woman didn’t appreciate it and pushed Chu Yu, making her stumble. “Don’t interfere! I owe her this, let her hit me!”

Li Heru sneered. “This is what you asked for.” With a lift of her hand, Meizhi was instantly freed from restraint and lunged at the old woman, baring her claws.

Chu Yu watched with trepidation. “Are we really not going to intervene? What if she gets beaten to death?”

Li Heru looked around but couldn’t find a place to sit and watch the show, so she leaned against the doorway. “Better if she dies. Two ghosts crossing over together, double the merit.”

Meizhi still held back, or perhaps she wasn’t using any real force. After her bluster, the old woman hugged Meizhi and cried bitterly. Meizhi looked unwilling to engage, yet her hands were still gripping the old woman’s back.

Li Heru rolled her eyes. Chu Yu cleared her throat and said, “Has your misunderstanding been resolved?”

At the mention of a misunderstanding, Meizhi immediately embodied a fighter, reaching out to hit the old woman again. Li Heru clapped her hands, separating the two who were stuck together.

“You speak first,” Chu Yu pointed at the old woman. “You shut up,” she pointed at Meizhi.

“I, I was waiting for her downstairs, but the Madam’s patrol team came in the middle of the night. I was afraid they would find Meizhi, so I led them away, fleeing all the way to the dock. I thought you would come when it was light,” the old woman stammered.

Meizhi scoffed. “The patrol team couldn’t enter the Madam’s gate. You were just a coward running away, and you used me as an excuse?”

“The patrol team was coming to catch you. Did you think our plan was flawless?” the old woman couldn’t help but retort.

“Even if you went to the dock to lead them away, why didn’t you ever come looking for me? If you had come earlier, I wouldn’t have died!” Meizhi gritted her teeth, and the solidified bloody tears showed signs of loosening again.

“What good would it have done if I came earlier? Could I have resisted the Madam? She dictates who lives and who dies. Tell me what I should have done,” the old woman cried out, clutching her hair.

“What Madam? After all these years, you still haven’t figured out the cause of my death?” Meizhi suddenly laughed, a mocking sound.

The room was frighteningly quiet. Everyone waited for Meizhi to speak, but she only said, “Never mind,” and her figure gradually became transparent and vanished.

The old woman stared at the spot where Meizhi disappeared, kneeling helplessly. The black aura surrounding her was so dense it threatened to swallow the small shack. Outside, the doorway was crowded with ghosts of bizarre appearances, all peering inside.

“Are we just leaving like this?” Chu Yu looked back repeatedly. Li Heru nodded. “To save her, we can only start with Meizhi. Good luck.”

Chu Yu asked seriously, “Will you save me?”

“No,” Li Heru answered crisply.

Monday morning, a good start to the work week.

The area outside Pingjiang Road No. 34 was packed with media. Everyone wanted to see what kind of crew dared to film in a haunted house.

Chu Yu was bombarded by camera flashes the moment she got out of the car. She pulled down her hat brim and hurried inside. Once in the mansion, the crew’s expensive Feng Shui master was setting up an altar for a ritual. A pig’s head was placed in the center of the table, surrounded by burning incense sticks. Several ghosts were sitting on the altar, feasting heartily.

Meanwhile, the Feng Shui master was brandishing a peach wood sword, wildly drawing in the air, harming exactly zero ghosts. The mansion was filled with the smell of incense ash. After Chu Yu personally watched a ghost step over the ash completely unharmed, she silently offered a prayer for the other staff members present.

Chu Yu, who played Huaisang, went into the second-floor room after finishing her makeup. She was suspended by a wire, her feet dangling limply. The staff had all left, leaving her alone in the room to await the incoming university students.

“Why are you wearing the same clothes as me?” A pale, expressionless face turned toward her. Meizhi tilted her head slightly, her tongue sliding out of her mouth like winding blood.

The human and the ghost were dressed identically, hanging by the window. Chu Yu was equally expressionless. “Because I am playing you.”

“Oh, I wondered why it was so noisy here. Are you filming a movie? What are you playing me as?” Meizhi became interested.

“Playing a malevolent ghost, hiding here to scare people,” Chu Yu said concisely. Meizhi turned her head away, disappointed. “Boring.”

But she didn’t leave. The self-media university students, carrying a DJI camera, cautiously pushed open the door. Seeing “Huaisang” hanging by the window, they nudged each other until the female lead bravely stepped forward and started filming “Huaisang.”

According to the script, she should now leap from the window, performing a classic ghost jump-scare.

However, Meizhi moved faster. A flash of white light, and she revealed her true form, extending her neck and lunging at the group to bite them.

Immediately, the cameraman, lighting technician, and actors descended into chaos. The female lead held a prop bag of incense ash. Seeing Meizhi’s face rushing toward her, she was so frightened that she raised her hand and threw the ash at Meizhi.

As soon as the incense ash touched Meizhi, it immediately ignited. Meizhi screamed and rolled on the ground, burning. The entire group shrieked and ran out, leaving Chu Yu hanging in the air, stunned.

Why was this incense ash useless against the other ghosts, but effective only against Meizhi?

On the first day of filming, they encountered a supernatural incident. The actors were so terrified they didn’t dare step foot into the haunted house again. Chu Yu found the Feng Shui master, who was busy intensifying the enchantment on the incense ash. The courtyard was smoky and polluted with ash, severely interfering with the filming. Director Zheng frowned, discussing countermeasures with the staff.

“Master, I have a question. Why did the incense ash only burn the ghost on the second floor, while the rest of the ghosts were completely unharmed?” Chu Yu asked in a low voice.

The Feng Shui master raised an eyebrow. “You understand these things too?”

“I have a relative who is a Taoist priest, so I know a little,” Chu Yu offered a casual excuse.

“My target is the one on the second floor. The incense ash only drives away malevolent ghosts, not benevolent ones. That fellow is extremely wicked. All the ghosts here were killed by her. She is the source of this place,” the Feng Shui master said, fanning the flames.

Chu Yu nodded thoughtfully. In other words, to clear this place, they would only succeed by sending Meizhi away? That was the difficulty. Meizhi wouldn’t speak a single truth even if beaten ten times, and she kept disappearing.

“Do you have a way to seal off the second floor? If you can lock her in that room, I can find a way to ensure the filming continues without disruption,” Chu Yu said.

The Feng Shui master looked at her in surprise, then walked toward Director Zheng. After a few whispered words, Director Zheng came over.

She patted Chu Yu’s shoulder, her eyes full of admiration. “I knew it. Hiring you was good luck. We can always count on you in a crucial moment.”