Chapter 248: Ideal Blind Date Candidate vs. Reality Blind Date Candidate
Zhao Mingyue suspected she had misheard.
This ghost called him “little girl,” but yelled “Sister Bai” at Bai Yu?
She was sure she hadn’t misheard. This ghost definitely said Sister Bai, and there was only one person with the surname Bai present — Bai Yu!
But wait, wasn’t this ghost supposed to be the trump card hiding in Lu Liangting’s shadows? In her memory, this ghost hadn’t really interacted much with Bai Yu. The only time they crossed paths was when Bai Yu went to rescue Lu Liangting’s father.
Other than that, they hadn’t seen each other more than a few times.
So why was it calling Bai Yu “Sister Bai”?
And acting like he was in charge, all responsible like a little bro!
Zhao Mingyue was momentarily baffled, her face expressing utter confusion. Lu Liangting across from her wanted to facepalm. Old Yang sure was something else; did he really need to be this afraid of Bai Yu? It was one thing to joke about it privately; saying it in front of Mingyue was a different story.
What kind of twenty-something man calls a ten-year-old girl “Sister Bai”? No shame!
“Cough cough cough.” Lu Liangting cleared his throat, noticing Old Yang had entered the house. He quickly spoke up, “That guy is indeed my friend. He, um… isn’t the brightest, so don’t mind him. Let’s go check it out; leaving it to Old Yang should be fine.”
Old Yang had really just walked out on his own; he hadn’t said a word.
It must be that he heard a little ghost causing trouble inside and wanted to play the hero in front of the master. Maybe he thought the master would look favorably upon him and find him a few better-quality female ghosts.
No need to guess; Old Yang was definitely thinking this!
Once inside, they saw Old Yang being blocked by two little ghostly attendants with braids.
Old Yang straightened his tie, “I have an appointment for this ghost marriage; it’s time for me to check on it, right?”
“Sorry, you can’t go in right now; the master is performing a ritual to drive away a ghost. If you go in, you’ll disturb her,” the attendant firmly rejected.
“I get it; it’s just a little ghost. Leave it to me; I can handle it with a snap!”
“Sorry, you really can’t go in.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t disturb your master; I’m counting on her to find me a wife!”
“Sorry, you really… hmm?” The attendant’s expression shifted.
“He means he’s waiting for a ghost marriage,” Lu Liangting hurriedly added as he stepped forward.
He pulled out a bulging red envelope that clearly held a substantial amount of cash.
Quickly, he slipped it to one of the attendants, whispering, “Don’t worry; we know the rules; we won’t cause any trouble. Just let us go upstairs.”
“Alright, but just be quiet. Don’t disturb the master.”
“Got it, we’ll be careful.”
Lu Liangting exchanged glances with Old Yang and together with Zhao Mingyue headed upstairs.
The first floor was nothing special, looking just like an ordinary house, but the second floor was a different story entirely. Every window and door was sealed with red fabric, sunlight filtering in through a crimson hue. The light was dim, and a strange scent hung in the air, reminiscent of incense mixed with disinfectant.
The walls upstairs were adorned with black frames, each holding shadowy, indistinct portraits of faces—men, women, and children alike.
There were also cut-out newspaper clippings on the walls, reporting on supernatural events.
In the corners burned red candles, connected by thin black threads.
Zhao Mingyue surveyed the scene and stood in front of a clipped newspaper that reported a tragic incident: a girl burned to d*ath in her home, but the room showed no signs of a fire, and even the girl’s clothes were untouched. However, upon autopsy, her body had been found covered in severe burn marks, with internally roasted organs.
“Surely this master didn’t solve all these cases?”
Before Zhao Mingyue could look further, Old Yang, unable to contain himself, pushed through the curtain.
“Get out!” The master’s ancient, hoarse voice echoed from the inner room. Zhao Mingyue hurriedly followed Lu Liangting, ready to bow in apology.
The inner room had no door, just two black curtains, a dim red light barely peeking through. Zhao Mingyue stood behind Lu Liangting, finally getting a look at the room’s condition: four corners held red candles, the only source of light.
There were no windows, and many palm-sized talismans with black characters covered the walls, strung together with red thread.
The room wasn’t particularly large or small, sparsely furnished with just some drawn talismans on the floor and a small offering table. Behind this table, a deity statue covered with red cloth prevented a clear view of its features.
In front of this statue sat the master Lu Liangting had brought in.
The master appeared to be around sixty, with her hair tied into two pigtails by red rubber bands. Due to dry hair and overused bands, her pigtails resembled horns sticking out.
The master wasn’t in any traditional robes, just normal clothes made from scratchy fabric.
With a face marked by age, one eye was blind and dark grey, while the other held a chilling gaze reminiscent of a snake.
Sitting cross-legged on a mat, without uttering a word, she emanated an inexplicable pressure that weighed on Zhao Mingyue.
It seemed this master wasn’t just some street con artist; she actually had some skills.
Her gaze fell on the offering table, which held a rooster, a peach wood sword, glutinous rice, and other traditional ghost-repelling trinkets—at least eight or nine different items in total, with some talismans pinned under an inkstone.
These were likely for the little girl from that family!
In front of the offering table stood three people: a young couple and a pale little girl who looked around eight or nine years old.
“What do you want?” the master coldly asked.
“Sorry, master, I came because I saw that our appointment time arrived, so I wanted to check.” Old Yang slyly nodded to Lu Liangting and Zhao Mingyue while smiling brightly, completely oblivious to the presence of the Red-clothed Evil Ghost.
What’s worse, Zhao Mingyue couldn’t shake the feeling that Old Yang seemed a bit nervous, gripping the hem of his clothes.
Not to mention, you’re a Red Ghost, a powerful one at that! In scenes like this, you’re typically the boss-level threat! It’s just a blind date; how could you be so flustered about facing a ghost whose appearance you haven’t even seen? What’s there to be nervous about?
She almost felt embarrassed for Lu Liangting.
Oh buddy, if that master finds out your true identity, it’s the end of your dignity!
“Bai Yu, I thought you were the most sane ghost in this world. Now it seems you’re only one of several.”
“I mean, I’ve never seen a Red Ghost this nervous about a blind date.”
“Wait, I’ve never seen a Red Ghost going on a blind date at all.”
Bai Yu wholeheartedly agreed, “Yeah, me neither.”
Forget Zhao Mingyue; even she was a bit curious—what would a ghost blind date be like? Surely it wouldn’t focus on looks?
But if looks weren’t the criteria, then what? Assessing the strength of each other’s grudges?
Seeing the master silent, Old Yang spoke up again, “So I heard you’re dealing with a ghost; coincidentally, I have a bit of knowledge in that area. If you don’t mind, I can lend a hand, hahaha.”
“You useless bunch! I’ll tell you this: even if you k*ll this little pest, I’m not coming out!” As Old Yang finished, the pale little girl in front of the offering table suddenly stood with a violent j*rk, as if yanked by some unseen force.
Even stranger, a man’s voice came from her mouth, dripping with malice. The girl’s face twisted to match the tone, bl**d spilling from her mouth as she gnawed on her own tongue, letting out a chilling laugh.
“Hohoho! If you have what it takes, k*ll this little pest! If you don’t, I’ll do it myself!”
“Xiao Yu!” The girl’s mother nearly fainted, collapsing into the father’s arms. “Master, please save Xiao Yu!”
“I’ll take care of it!” Without giving the master a chance to speak, Old Yang stepped forward.
He raised a hand, and a wave of bl**d threads slithered up from the ground, wrapping around the little girl’s ankles and slowly moving upward. Old Yang’s eyes turned pitch black, a dense fog emanating from him, his previously clean clothes becoming gradually stained red.
“I’m giving you three seconds to get out of this little girl’s body!”
Old Yang was totally slaying this moment, at least he thought he was.
Indeed, as he took action, the overwhelming grudge of the Red Ghost sent the male spirit within the girl into a panic.
“Y-you! Who are you!?”
“I’m your dad!”
Old Yang clenched his fist, the dark mist suffocating the little girl’s body. The male ghost let out a piercing wail and without further ado, shot out of the girl’s body in the direction of the door.
Zhao Mingyue stood at the entrance, and this male ghost’s target was none other than her.
He just wanted to escape; he sensed that the suited man was a terrifying creature capable of squashing him with one hand.
But just as he reached Zhao Mingyue, mere inches away, no matter how he tried to control his body, he couldn’t muster an ounce of strength.
In an instant, the evil ghost vanished, dragged below the floor by something unseen.
The master hadn’t noticed this; she suddenly stood up, her eyes fixed on Old Yang with seriousness.
The hand gripping the willow branch on the offering table trembled in disbelief at the sight of the suited man being a Red Ghost…
The master swallowed hard, her gaze inadvertently drifting to Lu Liangting, as if asking, is this the person you said would bring the male side of the ghost marriage?
She thought he meant bringing the man’s remains…
“Hehe, so this ghost is already dead. Master, how about I take my turn now? My friend told me you’ve picked someone out for me! The other party is only eighteen, graduated from a prestigious university, died from a poisoning s*icide, 1.75m tall, speaks five languages, is talented in gymnastics and ballet, plays the violin and piano, won city awards for it, was a magazine model, and was even voted campus flower! Beautiful and graceful…”
Old Yang adjusted his tie as if nothing had happened before.
The master was left dumbfounded by his statement, her eyes shifting back to Lu Liangting.
She remembered saying there was a more than three-hundred-year-old female ghost, and everything else would be random…
Lu Liangting coughed but didn’t dare speak.
How was he to know that Old Yang, being a Red Ghost, actually cared so much about getting married…
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