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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
The Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Path are rare, and even the Millennium Ghost, Su Meiniang, avoids them, keeping her distance and disappearing long ago. Unfortunately, Bai Zhuo found himself in this inexplicable situation, having his soul drawn away by the Yin Soldiers.
Silence enveloped him, an eerie stillness that filled the vast darkness with dread. Bai Zhuo shouted, but no sound emerged! It wasn't that he had lost his voice; rather, his voice was swallowed by the darkness.
Bai Zhuo wandered aimlessly, unable to distinguish night from day, nor could he tell east from west or up from down. He was on the brink of collapse.
"Ding ding, ling ling..." A strange yet familiar sound of bells echoed in the void, adding a touch of life to the silent darkness. Bai Zhuo followed the sound of the bells. He didn't know how long he walked, but amidst the endless dark, a glimmer of golden light flashed before him.
"Ding ling..." It turned out that what floated in the void was a familiar Golden Bell. Bai Zhuo grasped the red string of the Golden Bell, which emitted a pleasant chime. As he gently cradled it in his hands, he felt a warm aura emanating from it. Suddenly, the scene changed; the endless darkness receded, revealing towering mountains and fragrant flowers that lifted his spirits. The bell in his palm vanished. Curious, he looked around and noticed a woman with long hair sitting at the edge of a cliff. Dressed in a short red top and skirt, her stunning beauty was captivating; her smooth legs were alluring, and golden bells tied with red silk threads adorned her delicate ankles.
"Hey, beautiful, haven’t we met somewhere before?" Bai Zhuo asked.
The woman sat with her back to him, swaying her jade-like feet as the golden bells jingled softly. She glanced at Bai Zhuo without speaking and then raised her arms to gaze into the distance at the mountain peaks.
For some reason, a pang of heartache surged within Bai Zhuo. Suppressing his curiosity, he cautiously approached her and joked, "Beautiful lady, you’re so stunning and have a bright future ahead—don’t seek to end it all!"
Unexpectedly, the beauty stood up abruptly, her long hair flowing behind her. Her expression remained unchanged as she cast another indifferent glance at Bai Zhuo before gradually leaning toward the depths of the cliff.
This scene felt eerily familiar. "No!" Bai Zhuo rushed forward and grasped her delicate hand. Her smooth arm slipped through his fingers like water as she fell backward without screaming or regret—only quietly gazing at Bai Zhuo on the cliff with what seemed like a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Standing at the edge of the cliff, Bai Zhuo felt an inexplicable pain in his heart as tears streamed down his cheeks. He murmured to himself, "Why?" He recognized the longing and hope hidden in her gaze but hesitated; he was just an ordinary person who didn’t even know who this woman was despite her beauty.
As she fell further away, disappointment replaced the expectation in her eyes. She slowly closed them, and a single tear glistened as it rolled down her cheek.
Bai Zhuo's heart twisted in agony as he cursed under his breath: "Damn it! Though I’ve never been in love, any man who makes a woman cry isn’t worthy of being called a man!"
Bai Zhuo gritted his teeth and leaped off the cliff!
The sensation of weightlessness during the fall made Bai Zhuo cry out involuntarily, as cool wind rushed into his nostrils and mouth. The fierce gusts cut against his face like knives, causing him pain. He plummeted rapidly, struggling to extend his right hand, and tightly grasped the white arm of the woman who had jumped.
At the moment Bai Zhuo touched her, the woman suddenly opened her eyes. The glimmer in the corner of her eye had long been swept away by the wind. A slight smile appeared on her previously expressionless face, a beauty that could topple kingdoms. Seeing her enchanting smile, Bai Zhuo closed his eyes in satisfaction and murmured, "This jump was worth it!"
"This jump, I have waited a thousand years for! For this jump, I have waited for you for a millennium. I, An Zhi Xi, have no regrets!"
"An Zhi Xi?" Bai Zhuo was taken aback; that name sounded so familiar. He suddenly opened his eyes again, returning to the endless darkness, devoid of the fragrant mountains and beautiful scenery; gone was the stunning woman who resembled a queen. His world fell back into silence.
……
Bai Zhuo stood in the courtyard with vacant eyes, while the Pomegranate Tree rustled softly.
More than twenty Yin Soldiers collected the umbilical cord and placenta of the Ghost Fetus and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Bai Zhuo's physical form began to glow, enveloped in a golden light. Without a soul, he instinctively blocked the path of the twenty Yin Soldiers! He removed his glasses, and his previously empty eyes sparkled with an unusual divine light as he shouted angrily, "You worthless scoundrels! How dare mere Yin Soldiers attempt to seize my soul? Do you know who I am?"
Before the twenty Yin Soldiers could draw their weapons, they were engulfed by the divine light emanating from Bai Zhuo's eyes. They found themselves unable to move!
The twenty Yin Soldiers, wearing strange masks, stood frozen before Bai Zhuo's physical form without showing any expression. After a moment, they all lowered their heads in submission to Bai Zhuo! They slowly retreated and dissipated into thin air!
"Hiss—cough cough cough..." The golden light around Bai Zhuo faded away as his three souls and six spirits returned to his body. He fell to his knees on the ground, coughing violently from discomfort.
After a long while, he finally caught his breath, drenched in cold sweat. A wave of fear washed over him as he muttered to himself, "Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Path is truly terrifying! That I did not die is an unexpected stroke of luck!"
It felt as if a century had passed in just a matter of seconds for Bai Zhuo. He struggled back from the brink of death, collapsing onto the ground, squinting his eyes and taking deep breaths, savoring the tranquility under the night sky.
After about ten minutes, his hands still trembled involuntarily as he pulled out the Golden Bell tied with a red thread from his pocket, lost in thought. He gently shook it, and the Pomegranate Tree in the yard immediately rustled with sound. However, Bai Zhuo paid no attention to this; he was entranced by the melodious chime of the bell, and a woman's name faintly surfaced in his mind.
"An..." Bai Zhuo uttered a single syllable. A vision of smooth, shapely legs flashed before him like lightning, with red thread and golden bells adorning her ankles.
A dull ache throbbed in Bai Zhuo's head.
"I can't remember, who are you? Have I seen you before?" Lying on the grass, he held up the Golden Bell and asked himself, dismissing thoughts of the Ghost Hunting Competition, Ghost Fetus, and Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Path far from his mind.
"An Zhi? An Zhi... what a name! My head hurts..." Bai Zhuo tapped his forehead and sighed, still unable to recall.
He lowered his hand, and as the Golden Bell chimed again, its clear sound sparked a moment of clarity in his mind, causing a name to slip out.
"An Zhi... Xi?"
In the night, a cool breeze swept through, making the Pomegranate Tree rustle softly...
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