"Pervert..."
The nurse cursed and, without even taking her papers, quickly ran out.
I shook my dizzy head, and after a while, I finally began to make sense of things.
The memories slowly came back to me: I had gone to see the master, who told me I was already half-dead. Then, I returned to the funeral home. I had tried to ask Old Sun something, but he didn't say a word. After that, I went to my dorm, feeling uncomfortable under the sun. Then, I impulsively stood outside, exposing myself to the sunlight. Soon after, I lost consciousness.
I weakly lay back on the bed. Why have these strange things been happening to me lately? This jade pendant has already brought me so much misfortune. What should I do?
At that moment, a cold breeze suddenly blew in from the window, brushing the curtains. I didn't pay attention at first, but soon a chill spread to my feet. I quickly sat up in shock. As I looked up, I saw, just inches away, a pale, almost transparent face, with long, eerie hair that spread across the entire bed.
"Ah... mmm... mmm—"
I instinctively screamed, but before I could make another sound, the long hair wrapped around me, trapping the air in my throat.
In my panic, I desperately tried to pull the hair off my face, but no matter how hard I tugged, it only tightened further.
"I... I have no grudges with you. Why are you doing this to me?" I gasped for air, my voice shaky and broken.
"You can see me... you can see me..." The ghost kept repeating those words, her emotions running high.
Hearing her excited words made my heart drop to the floor. What did she mean, I could see her? Even if I could see her, why was she so worked up about it? Why try to take my life just because of that?
No, wait. I remembered the incident when I went out with Ning Manwan. That time, I had seen a long-haired female ghost in the men's restroom. She looked exactly like the one before me. Could it be her?
I cursed under my breath.
As I struggled to breathe, the jade pendant on my chest suddenly grew hot. The long hair, which had been tightly wrapping around me, seemed to touch something powerful, and it instantly recoiled. The ghost, wary of the pendant, stepped back two meters, glaring at me.
I greedily inhaled fresh air, realizing that if it hadn't been for the pendant, I would probably have suffocated by now. For the first time, I was grateful to have this jade pendant close to me.
However, the ghost didn't leave. I curled up in the corner, too frightened to look at her.
"I have no grudges with you. Why are you haunting me?"
I had never imagined I would be so bold, seeing a ghost and still daring to speak, though I wished my voice trembled more convincingly.
"You can see me!"
It was the same words over and over again. If this wasn't a ghost who could kill me with a single move, I would've probably yelled, "I know, I know, you've said that several times already!"
But all I could do was think it.
"What do you want from me? Even if I can see you, what difference does it make? I'm a dying person myself." I was on the verge of tears.
"I've been wandering this world for decades. That day, I saw the man I was following. He was my son, but he didn't recognize me anymore."
I don't know if it was my imagination, but I thought I saw a look of deep sorrow on the ghost's face.
"Your son doesn't recognize you. But I don't know you either. Please, leave me alone." I couldn't muster any sympathy; I was too busy trying to survive.
The ghost, however, didn't listen to me. She kept speaking, and her words were filled with sadness: she had died shortly after giving birth. Her husband had killed her in a fit of anger because of his mistress. Unable to leave her son behind, she stayed in the human world for years.
After listening to her rant for a while, I wanted to tell her, "That's your business. It has nothing to do with me. Even if you tell me all this, I can't help you."
But I didn't dare.
"Please, ghost sister, I beg you, let me go. I can't help you. Look at me—I'm just a recent college graduate without a job. I have to take care of my grandfather. I have no power to help you!"
I was on the brink of tears.
"I don't care. If you don't help me, I'll haunt you. I won't let you sleep, and I'll kill you as soon as I get the chance."
Is she trying to threaten me now?
"What are you saying?" A nurse's voice, as sweet as a melody, came from the doorway. I turned to look at the female ghost, but she had already disappeared.
"I... I'm fine. I just tripped."
The nurse must have thought I was some kind of pervert. If I told her I had seen a ghost, would she send me to the psychiatric ward?
"How can you be so clumsy? Here are your hospital papers and discharge forms. If you're feeling better, you can leave now."
"Okay!"
After leaving the hospital, I didn't go home but went straight back to see the master.
This time, I was lucky to catch him before he left.
When I arrived, I saw him putting on a white bag, preparing to leave. Honestly, I couldn't help but want to make a joke about it.
"Master, you're doing well enough to live in a villa. Why are you dressing like this?" Was he perhaps a person who had suffered during his youth and now felt disillusioned by society, which is why he dressed so modestly?
But it turned out I was overthinking it.
He shook his head. "This house isn't mine. It belongs to a foreign friend of mine who went abroad for studies. He asked me to look after it. If I had a villa like this, do you think I'd still be doing fortune-telling?"
"You're too humble!"
"Didn't I tell you to wait for my message? What brings you here now?"
I explained everything that had happened with the ghost, leaving nothing out.
The master frowned after hearing it and asked in confusion, "Ning Manwan gave you those incense sticks. After burning them, you should have become closer to death. Why did the ghost only come to you after you stopped burning them? Ning Manwan's identity doesn't seem simple."
I don't know if Ning Manwan's identity is simple or not. Right now, I just want to survive.