Unrestricted Crazy Night (16)

"What are you afraid of? Is she ugly?" Youyin said.

Little Wei: ?

Wuwuwu, my wife thinks I'm ugly, so be it.

Jiang Chu awkwardly averted her gaze.

"That's not it. It's mainly because I've never seen anything like this before."

"So you're utterly shocked?" Youyin asked with a grin.

Jiang Chu: …

Not really.

She trembled as she looked at Little Wei, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Um, are you real?"

As she spoke, Jiang Chu cautiously reached out to poke Little Wei but didn’t make contact with anything solid.

She was real.

Jiang Chu forced herself not to faint, mustering the strength to stand up.

"Are you really my ancestor?" Jiang Chu no longer felt as scared.

But soon, a trace of guilt flashed through her mind.

"Um, I haven’t visited you all these years."

Judging by Youyin’s expression, Jiang Chu knew her new house had been secured with the help of her ancestor. She was beyond grateful.

"It’s fine. I left you an inheritance," Little Wei said, sitting on the sofa and looking up at Jiang Chu.

"Huh?" Jiang Chu was dumbfounded.

"Once you’ve settled into your job, help me relocate my grave. Of course, there’ll be more inheritance. As for a good burial site, Youyin can help you pick one—just make sure it’s a proper resting place."

Little Wei’s words left Jiang Chu stunned, struggling to process everything.

"That… might be a bit difficult," Jiang Chu said awkwardly. "Ancestor, it’s not that I can’t do it. Relocating the grave is possible, but cemeteries nowadays are expensive. Most are managed burial parks."

"No need. She’ll find you free land. All I ask is that you and your descendants remember to honor your ancestors. If you’re truly grateful, blessings will follow. Look at you all these years—haven’t you been without any protection?"

Little Wei spoke at length, even feeling the urge to take a sip of water.

The more Jiang Chu listened, the more sense it made.

"Of course, you still have to rely on yourself. Ancestral blessings can only keep you from misfortune, not make you instantly successful. Understand?"

Little Wei lightly tapped Jiang Chu’s head.

Jiang Chu looked at the young girl before her. Honestly, being lectured by her great-great-aunt ancestor felt strangely comforting. Her eyes grew warm, and she wiped her face with her hand.

Her hand was wet.

Those were Jiang Chu’s tears.

"Anyway, thank you, Ancestor. I never thought I’d be this lucky one day—most of all, to meet someone related to me."

Jiang Chu had been so alone.

After graduating college, her parents passed away one after another. The family savings were meager, just thirty or forty thousand, which she’d kept in a fixed deposit, too afraid to spend in case of emergencies.

Finally having an elder to lean on felt like coming home.

"Good girl." Little Wei was quite pleased with Jiang Chu.

"About relocating the grave… I can go back next week after my days off. Is that okay?" Jiang Chu calculated.

Tomorrow was Sunday. Moving the grave would probably take two or three days—one day definitely wouldn’t be enough.

"No rush." Little Wei thought of Zhao Xi, her lips curling slightly.

Like meddling in others’ affairs, do you?

Like bullying ghosts, do you?

Perfect timing—she’d personally see just how impressive this Zhao family was.

"Yeah, no hurry. Stay here for now. Here’s the key. Your ancestor has other matters to attend to and won’t be following you around all the time."

Seeing how attached Jiang Chu was to Little Wei, Si couldn’t help but chuckle.

It reminded her of Gu Tianyi from the last world. If the host and the original person hadn’t been unable to meet, Gu Tianyi would’ve practically thrown herself into Little Wei’s arms.

Because Little Wei was the person she admired most.

Having her ancestor personally possess her was an honor Gu Tianyi would cherish for lifetimes.

Jiang Chu was similar, but Jiang Xixi…

Si swiveled her chair and stared at the white wall behind her, pursing her lips.

Behind that wall was Jiang Xixi. But with her soul severely damaged, it was unclear if she’d ever wake up.

This world depended on whether Little Wei could save Jiang Xixi.

What a pitiful soul.

"Then… what should I do?" Jiang Chu asked nervously, looking at Little Wei.

"Just some simple tasks. Have someone carve a spirit tablet and place it in the living room for daily incense offerings." Youyin initially considered food offerings too, but that would mean Jiang Chu and Little Wei sharing a meal.

Better to handle it herself.

She didn’t know why she cared about such details.

It was almost like…

Falling for Jiang Xixi.

Oh no.

What a strange feeling—utterly overwhelming.

Youyin lightly tapped her forehead.

"Okay, I’ll take care of that tomorrow. It’s too late now." Jiang Chu glanced outside. At this hour, finding someone to carve a spirit tablet would mean returning very late.

"No problem. I’ll eat first." Little Wei was hungry.

This soul vessel was too weak—who knew what Jiang Xixi had endured?

Still, being able to replenish energy through food was a blessing.

"Then I’ll go buy groceries. I’ll cook—I’m really good at it," Jiang Chu said eagerly, but then paused and looked at her ancestor. "Um, Ancestor, should the food be offered to you?"

She’d seen her parents make offerings to her grandparents’ spirit tablets during New Year’s in the past.

"Sure, but let’s go grocery shopping together."

Little Wei glanced at Youyin and whispered, "Can you find out Zhao Xi’s home address?"

Youyin froze, seemingly understanding, then turned to Little Wei with concern.

"Actually, I don’t recommend provoking Zhao Xi. She’s… very strong."

Not that Zhao Xi herself was strong, but the Ghost King behind her was.

Though Youyin prided herself as a skilled feng shui master, going against someone of the Ghost King’s caliber was still a challenge.

Meanwhile, in her university dorm, Zhao Xi sat up abruptly in bed, her face flushed, biting her lower lip.

She’d dreamed of a strikingly handsome man doing… inappropriate things to her.

The scene was too embarrassing.

Zhao Xi patted her cheeks, then winced as she recalled the ghost from that mountain plot.

She lightly touched the jade pendant around her neck—it felt warm. She still didn’t understand why it heated up every time she had such dreams.

But that man was seriously good-looking.

If only someone like him could be her boyfriend.

Lost in thought, Zhao Xi suddenly heard a deep voice.

"Wife."

The unfamiliar term made her look around frantically. Seeing her roommates absent, a chill ran down her spine.

"Who’s there?" Zhao Xi’s face paled.