The Night of Infinite Madness (13)

The original owner in her memories couldn’t recall how she had died, nor who her family members were. As for things like birth dates and astrological details—those were crucial in ancient times, so the original owner naturally kept them close to heart, never daring to forget. Especially for ghosts—if someone got hold of their birth details… they’d die even faster.

"Alright, I’ll eat first. Tonight, I’ll draw the array to help investigate and ask around in the circle," Youyin said.

As she spoke, she brought out the bowl of noodle soup she had just cooked from the kitchen. She had even added two fried eggs—performing the array was exhausting for Youyin, and she desperately needed food to replenish her depleted energy.

When Little Wei saw the steaming bowl of noodles placed in front of her, her stomach growled loudly. She sat beside the bowl, staring at it. If she weren’t a ghost, she’d probably be drooling right now.

"You’re hungry too?" Youyin paused in surprise.

Little Wei nodded eagerly.

Youyin chuckled.

"Fine, I’ll offer it to you for a minute."

Before Little Wei could react, Youyin placed her own bowl of noodles on the altar. Moments later, an identical bowl appeared in Little Wei’s hands.

That was impressive.

"This is really strong," Little Wei remarked.

She had never seen anything like it before.

Youyin smiled faintly. "This method exists. It’s a shame I didn’t expect you to be hungry, and there aren’t many ingredients at home. You’ll have to make do with this for now."

"It’s fine. I’m not picky about food," Little Wei said.

And besides, Youyin had personally cooked for her—they were even eating from the same bowl.

Ugh, I love this feeling.

Little Wei took a slurp of noodles. No doubt about it—her wife’s cooking was delicious.

After the meal, Youyin tidied up a makeshift bed for Little Wei, even though the ghost couldn’t actually sleep—it was a near-impossible task for her.

"I’m going to sleep now. Take care of yourself," Youyin said.

"Okay."

Little Wei nearly asked if they could sleep together but held back.

That wouldn’t be appropriate.

"Oh, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow? I’ll make it and offer it to you."

Little Wei: "..."

"Steamed buns will do," she replied, coughing lightly and glancing down.

Youyin didn’t notice anything unusual and went to her room after cleaning up.

But her mind wasn’t at ease—in fact, she felt a little conflicted.

She… actually had thoughts about a female ghost.

This was ridiculous. She had only intended to save a villain, so how had she ended up bringing her home?

Youyin couldn’t figure it out.

She didn’t understand, but she was thoroughly shocked.

And now, was she really going to help Jiang Xixi find her descendants, relocate her grave, and ensure she could reincarnate?

Youyin bit her lower lip, lost in thought.

Well, for now, I’ll just search.

Three days later, Youyin finally found a lead on Jiang Xixi’s descendants—unfortunately, only one remained, and it was a woman.

Her name was Jiang Chu.

Admittedly, the name was quite nice.

"Is she the only one left in her family?" Little Wei asked.

"Yeah. Her parents passed away early, so she’s been alone. She’s 27 now, at the age where marriage is expected, and she even has a fiancé."

Little Wei could understand.

After all, who knew where their ancestors were buried? But this girl would have to personally relocate the grave—giving ancestors a proper burial was the duty of descendants.

A well-situated resting place ensured prosperity for future generations.

A bad one?

Tsk. Bad luck was practically guaranteed.

Little Wei wasn’t wrong—Jiang Chu had been incredibly unlucky lately. In fact, misfortune had followed her since birth.

When Little Wei arrived, she saw Jiang Chu arguing with her boyfriend.

"Haven’t I been good enough to you? Jiang Chu, stop being unreasonable," the boyfriend snapped, visibly irritated.

"I’m unreasonable? You were hugging another woman! Don’t tell me you don’t like her." Jiang Chu’s hands trembled—she wanted to slap him but held back.

"I’ve told you a million times—she’s just a good friend. Qiu Yue is immature, still young. I see her as one of the guys."

"How many times do I have to explain this? Why do you keep fixating on her? Who could stand this kind of behavior?"

Jiang Chu’s tears fell instantly.

"Ugh, crying again. That’s all you ever do. People will think I’ve done something to you—we’re in public, aren’t you embarrassed?" Her boyfriend looked utterly fed up.

He was sick of dealing with such a jealous woman.

"Then let’s break up." Jiang Chu wiped her tears and forced herself to speak calmly.

The man froze and quickly grabbed her arm.

"Come on, I was just joking. Don’t take it seriously."

Liu Hui couldn’t afford to break up with Jiang Chu.

She was perfect—she cooked, did laundry, kept the house clean. Living with her, he only had to pay half the rent and groceries—she handled everything else.

He wasn’t stupid. In today’s world, girlfriends like her were rare.

And with both her parents dead, there’d be no bride price to worry about.

"Even if you say that, I don’t want to be with you anymore." Jiang Chu took a step back.

"I’ll come get my things later. You can pay the rent yourself from now on."

With that, she walked away without looking back, as if she had never known him.

"That’s your descendant," Youyin said, standing by the roadside.

"Seems like she’s had it rough—ran into a scumbag," Little Wei remarked, immediately seeing through the man’s true nature.

After cultivating immortality, her perception had sharpened.

Immortal cultivation really is something else.

"So, how are you going to handle this?" Youyin asked, curious about Little Wei’s approach.

By normal logic, Little Wei would probably seek some form of revenge on the man.

"She should handle her own problems. And honestly, she did well."

Little Wei glanced at the information in her hands.

Jiang Chu was just an ordinary office clerk, earning a meager salary of three thousand a month—barely enough to survive. On top of that, her boss was a nightmare, making those three thousand even harder to earn.

Hmm… How should I approach this descendant?

And given how unlucky she was, there was no way she had savings to relocate her ancestor’s grave.

"Her education level isn’t great either," Little Wei sighed.

Average education, constant bad luck—at work, she was always the one getting scolded, sometimes even taking the blame for others.

Truly tragic.