Chapter 250: Poor Old Yang
Zhao Mingyue’s eyes were wide open in disbelief.
So this is what a ghostly blind date looks like? She had thought it was just two ghosts meeting to see if they clicked. If everything went smoothly, then boom, a successful ghost marriage. Simple as that, right?
But reality was throwing her for a loop.
Do ghosts really negotiate like this?
Her brain was a complete mess. This setup looked like a living person’s blind date scene—wait a minute! Even living blind dates aren’t this straightforward! You just chat a bit then exchange contact info, right? If there’s chemistry, great; if not, you politely act like you’re not compatible. But here everyone was getting down to brass tacks. It was rare to see anyone be so blunt with their inquiries!
And what about Old Yang? He was no slouch himself! Where did this ghost get the gall to just start firing questions at him? Did Old Yang’s aura make them feel brave?
Zhao Mingyue was at a loss for words.
She had come here for some entertainment, and boy, was it interesting—though also more than a little nauseating.
If everything happened without any effort, she’d probably be sitting around thinking how dull that would be!
“Bai Yu, is this how it goes in ghost matchmaking? Do you find this normal?” Zhao Mingyue asked herself, suddenly kind of looking forward to the next female ghost.
“It’s not normal.” Bai Yu chimed in coolly. “If I’m right, the key here is the red thread on Old Yang. This Master used the red thread to connect him with the other ghost, so now they’re temporarily sharing some abilities.”
“You could say the female ghost just absorbed a bit of Yang’s power, which is why her mind seems so clear now—and her true form is so visibly defined.”
“For this brief stretch of time, her mind pretty much restored to her pre-d*ath state.”
“Which is why she won’t stop talking.”
“Ah, that makes sense! I thought, how could a little ghost that isn’t even a true evil spirit think so clearly?” Zhao Mingyue finally got it.
“So, if we’re saying Old Yang is an anomaly, for the usual ghost, it’s just about seeing if they get along and if their fates match?”
“Sounds about right.”
“Wow, this feels so bad for poor Old Yang; at this rate, he might end up never wanting to find a girlfriend again.”
The ceremony continued, and the Master began pulling out other figurines from behind him to try again.
The three-hundred-year-old ghost was starting to give up. She knew Old Yang would never go for this one, and she didn’t want to provoke him to the point where he did something out of hand. If he got a murderous streak, well, that would be a whole other mess.
Let’s keep it random! Who knows, maybe they’ll pull a female ghost with decent conditions!
The second round of ghost matchmaking officially started when the red thread was taut again, the little bell jingling away. This time, there was no need for Lu Liangting to throw in Old Yang’s figurine; the female ghost appeared on her own.
If the first ghost had at least given people a little hope with her figure, this one was a blunder—Old Yang’s heart plummeted faster than a rock.
They promised 1.75 meters, but this one barely reached 1.50!
It’s not that he looked down on 1.50; Bai Yu was just over that height and looked great. But this one? Let’s just say if you estimated her weight, it’d probably be over her height.
Old Yang covered his face and waved his hands in despair. No way he wanted to flirt with this!
The Master cooperatively cut the red thread.
Round two? Nope. Let’s move on to round three!
Round three wasn’t bad; he met a somewhat less-than-perfect but striking English teacher who had died in a car accident. She was crossed off his list before, but after the last two train wrecks, Old Yang figured he’d at least give this one a shot.
The chat went well—she was knowledgeable, charming, and had a gentle personality like a noble lady. Old Yang was feeling pretty good about it. Plus, she was unmarried before she died, so if they could, why not find a partner?
He nearly thought, “This one’s a keeper!” Any choice would be better than before.
But, of course, the English teacher wasn’t into him…
He got a good-guy card slapped on his forehead as he waved goodbye.
For her, it was simple—she preferred going home to check things out and calling it a day. Ghostly or not, she didn’t see the point in this silliness.
Old Yang was disheartened for quite a while.
“Lu Liangting, were you just laughing back there?!”
“No, no! How could I laugh at you? We’re brothers; I root for your success!” Lu Liangting shoveled paper money into the fire, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Don’t push it! You were clearly laughing that whole time!”
“Ah, well, I might’ve thought of something funny.”
Just as Lu Liangting blurted this out, the Master’s gaze shifted toward him.
“Little Lu, this isn’t good, you know?”
She was experiencing what might be the craziest day of her career. Hosting blind dates for the Red-clothed Evil Ghost, it was one failure after another. The people inside the house were at risk, and this young punk couldn’t stop ridiculing the poor ghost? Who did he think he was, inviting trouble?
“It’s fine; we’re close friends.”
“Little Lu, you’re young, and you don’t realize the danger here. I advise you to think of yourself—and us! If you provoke that ghost and it goes nuts, we’re all in deep trouble!”
The hint was clear enough.
Sure, she was a Master, but she couldn’t compete against a Red-clothed ghost. Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you’re in the clear. If something goes south, I won’t just be unable to protect you; I might buy the farm too!
Seeing the Master sweat bullets and tense up like a drum, Lu Liangting sobered up.
“Master Ma, it’s like this: I really do have a good relationship with him. I’m telling you, these jokes won’t bother him, and he’s a pretty rational ghost; he won’t go wild as you fear. Um… I think he won’t dare to go crazy here.”
Ma had understood most of what he was saying until this last part left her puzzled.
“Why wouldn’t he dare?”
“Well, just leave it to the Master; if he does go on a rampage, someone will teach him a lesson.”
“Uh, okay then.” The Master nodded, jumping back into her role. She looked a bit pale, as this was quite draining.
Soon enough, the fourth, fifth, and sixth female ghosts appeared in succession, all getting turned down by Old Yang for various reasons. It wasn’t that he had high standards; his earlier requests might have been a bit much, but honestly, anything would do. Lower the bar, right?
Yet the next one was a doozy—she looked to be fifty or sixty and had grandchildren in high school!
Exhausted and defeated, Old Yang sighed. “Master, can we just try one last time? If this fails, we’re calling it quits.”
“Fine.” The Master’s hands shook as she wiped the sweat off her forehead and brought out the last figurine.
“This is the last one.”
“Okay.”
The process repeated—red thread taut, incessant bell ringing.
The final ghost slowly emerged.
As her presence filled the room, an overwhelming aura of dread swept through the place. The cold wind howled, the offerings on the altar began boiling like water, the peach wood sword shattered into splinters, and the rooster’s bl**d and black dog bl**d evaporated visibly. Even the idol behind the Master, its head covered in red cloth, exploded with a bang.
A pitch-black figure took shape, pure-black bl**d threads spreading from her back, suffocating the room in seconds. The female ghost hung upside down, her body elongated like a dry twig, limbs twisted hideously. She had two shorter arms sprouting from her back, all splayed out, resembling a human-shaped spider from the dark.
Her face, void of eyes, merely bore six gaping bl**d holes.
The Master shot up from her chair, eyes wide as saucers.
If Old Yang’s pressure was a ten, this ghost was cranking it up to thirty!
She felt like she’d been tossed into an icy abyss, struggling for air, ready to faint.
What sort of wicked deed landed her in this nightmarish situation?
Sure, managing a ghostly blind date for a Red-clothed spirit was one thing.
But now she’d summoned something that was neither a ghost nor an evil spirit and was, quite frankly, leagues beyond the previous Red-clothed ghost.
Not only was the Master shocked, but so was Lu Liangting, who was stepping back slowly.
He certainly didn’t think this monster was there for Old Yang’s blind date!
The Master cut the red thread, yet the creature that looked like an evil spirit refused to vanish.
A vast expanse of black threads had formed a nest in the room. Making a misstep, Lu Liangting brushed against one of the black lines. In an instant, the spider-like monster whipped around to glare at him.
Swish!
Dark red bl**d threads burst from the ground—three shot out simultaneously, targeting three distinct angles towards the creature, forming sharp, piercing projectiles aimed directly at its vulnerable spots.
The spider creature reacted lightning-fast, easily dodging the three bl**d threads. But mere moments later, a wail echoed as one of its arms was severed.
Bai Yu stood in front of Zhao Mingyue, brandishing a long kn*fe, already strategizing how to put this monster to rest. However, what she hadn’t anticipated was that just as the spider monster fixated on her, it suddenly seemed to be summoned by some unseen force, spinning around without further ado and disappearing from the room.
The spider creature came and went like a breeze, leaving only remnants of its dissipating black thread to confirm it had been there.
Alongside that was the arm that had been severed, quickly disappearing thanks to Bai Yu’s swift cleanup.
Bai Yu squinted toward a specific direction.
The thing seemed summoned directly from nearby—either its lair was close or it was hitching a ride on someone who just happened to be passing by.
“Bai Yu, what was that creature?”
“Not sure. It doesn’t resemble a ghost or malicious spirit. It doesn’t seem to harbor any ill intent towards us; likely, it was attracted by the ghost marriage ceremony. Kind of reminds me of the energy from Qiugang Village.”
“Qiugang Village!?”
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