The Night of Infinite Madness (11)

Little Wei coughed heavily a few times, almost suspecting she had tuberculosis.

But obviously, ghosts couldn’t contract tuberculosis—though they could certainly wake both humans and other ghosts.

Youyin and that group of ghosts had been rudely awakened by Little Wei’s relentless coughing.

"Ahem." Youyin coughed twice as soon as she woke up. A normal soul entering this nightmare array would suffer considerable harm to their physical body.

Take Youyin, for example—she now felt like she had a mild concussion.

Her head was buzzing, but thankfully, it didn’t hurt. A little rest should set her right.

But she really had traveled here, all because she pitied a villain.

Zhao Xi, the female lead, had set up a nightmare array to torment and slaughter a group of ghosts on the mountain, all to claim a hefty sum. Truth be told, most of those ghosts were innocent—they had never done anything evil. Especially their leader, Jiang Xixi, who was just a tragic soul.

She had died young. Even after escaping Zhao Xi’s clutches as a remnant spirit and later transforming into a vengeful ghost to seek revenge, who could’ve guessed Zhao Xi, a feng shui master, had a Ghost King as her lover? A mere vengeful ghost like Jiang Xixi stood no chance against a Ghost King and was ultimately obliterated.

When Youyin read this plot, she cursed the author dozens of times—and somehow ended up transported into this world.

She had wanted to save Jiang Xixi.

But she hadn’t expected the nightmare array to be so dangerous. In the end, it was Jiang Xixi who saved her.

Lost in thought, Youyin glanced at Little Wei, pressing her lips together.

"Hey… are you okay?"

Little Wei had no time to respond. The ghosts released from the array now stood in a dense, chaotic crowd.

"Ah, what do we do now?" They were practically despairing.

Their descendants had long forgotten about them, their ancestors, having moved to the cities.

Who still remembered their roots?

Now, developers were planning to bulldoze the land. If they lost their home, they’d become wandering spirits—no chance of reincarnation, no place to rest. At least now, they still had a burial ground.

"Miss Jiang…" The ghosts—young and old alike—looked at her with despair in their eyes.

They didn’t want to become lost souls.

"Hold onto this land for now, or find a way to get your descendants to claim your remains. If I have time, I can help you make arrangements."

That said, after the nightmare array was broken, many ghosts had already dissipated.

Some had received too little incense offerings to sustain themselves, and the ordeal had pushed them beyond recovery.

"If you can really help us, thank you, Miss Jiang. Thank you!" The ghosts bowed repeatedly, tears welling in their eyes—pitiful yet oddly endearing.

"It’s nothing, just a small favor." Little Wei couldn’t bear to leave them helpless.

The mountain’s feng shui was excellent. Most buried here had once been wealthy. To end up like this was truly tragic.

"Then, Miss Jiang, we’ll rest for now."

After such torment, these ghosts were practically disillusioned with existence.

"Sure." Little Wei nodded.

This time, the original host’s name didn’t match hers.

Strange.

Would it always be different from now on?

Well, it wasn’t important anyway.

"How are you?" Little Wei finally turned to her wife.

Youyin looked at Little Wei’s faint, flickering form, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes.

"I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner. I almost got myself killed too."

This double-suicide move even made Youyin cringe at herself.

"It’s fine. You should go home now." Little Wei reached out to pat Youyin’s head but realized she couldn’t even touch her.

Giao!

Seriously? This world was so cruel she couldn’t even hug her?

Ugh.

Little Wei really wanted to cry.

Youyin, seeing the familiar gesture, suddenly remembered the kiss Little Wei had given her when she first woke up in the nightmare.

Just thinking about it felt weird.

Kissing a ghost.

That sensation was downright lethal.

"My place is empty. Why don’t you come back with me?" Youyin glanced at Little Wei’s state and smiled faintly. "I can burn some incense for you at home. It’ll help you recover."

Little Wei considered it.

"Alright, let’s go to your place. But if I go out like this, won’t I scare people?" She looked down at her red dress.

Youyin hesitated, but then Little Wei formed a hand seal, transforming her blood-red robes into a proper crimson gown. She now held a pale golden parasol, shielding herself from the harsh sunlight.

"Regular people shouldn’t be able to see me, right, Si?" Little Wei asked.

Si nodded. "Right. Only those with spiritual abilities or other ghosts can see you. But if you want normal people to see you, it’s easy—just will it, and they will."

Little Wei decided against scaring people for now. This was fine.

As for the little loli system, she had already returned to the system space.

"Is that parasol the same staff you used earlier?" Youyin asked, straightening her clothes while eyeing the parasol.

"Yeah."

Little Wei saw no reason to hide her survival tools from her wife.

After all, Youyin had kind of protected her in that nightmare scenario?

Though being held like that by a girl had felt… odd.

But now, she fully accepted her identity.

"Then I’ll take you home first," Youyin said.

Little Wei nodded, told the other ghosts she’d return in a day, and followed Youyin.

She needed to find Jiang Xixi’s descendants.

If they were willing to honor their ancestor, reincarnation wouldn’t be difficult.

That was probably the original host’s greatest wish.

And then there was Zhao Xi.

The humiliation in the nightmare array—Little Wei would make sure Zhao Xi paid for it.

Damn it, she’d never been this pissed in her life.

Once they descended the mountain, Little Wei eyed Youyin’s car with surprise.

"That’s an expensive ride, isn’t it?"

So her wife was a rich kid?

Nice. This felt good.

Youyin rubbed her nose awkwardly. "It’s alright. Just earnings from small jobs."

"Jobs? Like construction work?" Little Wei gave her a once-over.

Youyin choked.

"No, not construction. More like feng shui consultations, fortune-telling… though I rarely take those."

Little Wei: "…"

Rebirth: My Wife Is a Charlatan?

This was… unexpected.

Who knew Si would end up on this path?

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