Wu Chun lay in the cemetery with a faint blue light emanating from his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a layer of small flames.
“Thank goodness, he’s not a ghost.”
Previously, he had suspected that since Wu Chun could touch him, perhaps he was also a ghost. However, this possibility was small. He couldn’t define what a ghost looked like. He had only seen other ghosts besides himself—the souls of people who had just died and had been separated from their bodies for the first seven days. They wandered in a state of scattered consciousness. At that time, ghosts still had attachments to their “homes” before they died, and they would always go back to take a look at night.
After seven days, which is commonly known as the “first seven,” a ghost will gradually gain its own awareness of the underworld while losing its connection to everything in the world of the living. At that time, most ghosts will enter the cycle of reincarnation.
He is an exception.
In five years, he has only seen himself as an exception.
He cannot provide an accurate definition of “ghost,” but the only certain thing is that as a “ghost,” he cannot live under the sunlight. The daytime is the time when he can take shelter in a pine tree, which is the closest he has ever been to the light.
When Wu Chun first touched him, he did not fear the Yin energy in his body. This made him suspect that he may be encountering a type of ghost that he had not encountered before, one that was capable of living in the light.
It wasn’t until he saw the flames emitting from Wu Chun’s shoulders that he finally realized that he was not a ghost. Humans do have two flames on their shoulders, but they never turn around, which prevents ghosts from approaching them.
However, the flames on Wu Chun’s shoulders are very weak, and they only ignite when the Yin energy is heavy enough.
“How could this be?”
He couldn’t figure out the reason why the flame on Wu Chun’s shoulder was weak. In his consciousness, such a phenomenon had never appeared before. He only had five years of memories, which were almost like a blank slate. The constantly flowing human memories were hard to remember, and even if he remembered them, they were insignificant things that were not worth reminiscing about.
With the protective flame on his shoulder weakened, there would be more opportunities for dirty things to take advantage of. It didn’t seem like a good thing.
In the distance, a rooster crooned, and it was about to dawn.
He lowered his head and looked at Wu Chun, who was still sleeping.
In the past six months, there have been no funerals in Shili Village. The souls that had been left in this cemetery had long entered the cycle of reincarnation, but the remaining Yin Qi still lingered.
His pale hand gently touched Wu Chun’s cheek. Unlike the wheat-colored skin of the locals, Wu Chun’s skin was a translucent rosy white. His big, watery eyes were full of spiritual energy, and when he laughed in his sleep just now, there were two deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks.
Inadvertently, the corners of his mouth were slightly lifted.
Another rooster crowed; he couldn’t linger any longer.
The fire on Wu Chun’s shoulder continued to burn.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to leave Wu Chun there.
The fire on Wu Chun’s shoulder needed something to stimulate it.
While the sun hadn’t risen yet, he hurried back to the pine tree. Before he left, he took out the piece of bark and added a sentence underneath the previous one.
…
Wu Chun woke up and found himself in a graveyard.
At first, he thought he was dreaming, but upon careful reflection, he remembered what happened last night.
It seemed that after he felt someone sighing behind him, his consciousness began to dissipate. When he woke up again, he was lying here.
Wu Chun carefully checked himself, and fortunately, there were no visible injuries on his body.
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However, without any reason, he found himself in a graveyard and guessed that he was brought there to have his yang energy sucked by ghosts, as the book suggested.
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It doesn’t seem like a ghost sucked his life force, but rather like he sucked the ghost’s negative energy.
Wu Chun walked down the mountain road and inevitably passed by the pine tree again. He stopped and touched his pocket, feeling the pinecone still there.
He had really become attached to it.
Suddenly, Wu Chun became furious and walked to the pine tree. Without a second thought, he picked up three or four pinecones and put them in his pocket.
“Since you like this thing to follow me so much, then give me some more.” After speaking, Wu Chun stuffed his pockets full of pine cones and walked down the mountain in anger.
He had apologised sincerely yesterday, but the other party didn’t accept it. It seemed that the other party was not easily persuaded.
Wu Chun decided to go back and inquire more about the ghostly activity on Shili Mountain.
When he returned home, his grandfather was in the courtyard.
Last night, when he left, he made sure that the other person was asleep.
“Good morning, Grandpa,” Wu Chun said calmly. “I went out for a run this morning, it feels really great.”
“I was wondering where you were so early in the morning; turns out you went for a run. Exercise is good for you; hurry up and wash your hands, and let’s have breakfast.”
Relieved that his grandfather didn’t suspect anything, Wu Chun let out a sigh of relief.
During the meal, Wu Chun took the opportunity to ask his grandfather about the mountain. “I haven’t seen it myself,” Grandfather replied. “I live alone and don’t need that much firewood, so I don’t have to steal in the middle of the night. These are just things I heard from others.”
“Grandpa, who has seen it?” Wu Chun asked anxiously.
“Why do you want to know this, Chun Chun?” Grandfather asked.
“Well…” Wu Chun hesitated. “I just find it strange that we hardly ever hear about these things where we live, so I’m curious.”
…
Wu Chun arrived at the house of Grandma Wang, located at the entrance of the village, carrying a bunch of firewood on his back.
These logs were picked up by his grandfather while he was grazing the sheep yesterday. According to his grandfather, Grandma Wang is elderly and has difficulty walking, so the villagers usually take care of each other.
When his grandfather asked him to deliver the firewood, he also told him that Grandma Wang had started to suffer from senile dementia and would mistake a young man for her grandson. However, every time she talked about the things that happened in the Shili Mountains, she would become extremely lively and spirited.
Wu Chun remembered that the so-called master he met last night also mentioned Grandma Wang, probably an old resident of the village.
When Wu Chun found Grandma Wang’s house, he saw an old lady with gray hair sitting at the door, leaning against a big tree, and staring at the Shili Mountains.
“Hello, Grandma Wang.” Wu Chun walked over and first explained the purpose of his visit, then placed the firewood at her doorstep.
As Wu Chun turned around, he noticed that Grandma Wang had left her original position and was standing behind him without him noticing.
Wu Chun was startled but still greeted her with a smile, asking, “What happened, Grandma Wang?”
The next moment, Wu Chun felt someone suddenly hugging him tightly. Shortly after, he heard Grandma Wang crying and shouting, “Grandson, you finally came back to see Grandma.”
Wu Chun was left speechless and confused.
“Grandma Wang, I am Wu Chun.”
No matter how Wu Chun explained, the other person kept rambling as if they couldn’t hear him: “You are my good grandson; you finally remembered to come and see grandmother.”
Seeing the other person in such an unclear state of mind, Wu Chun had no choice but to temporarily appease her, calling her “grandmother” with every word. Every time he said it, he would think of his own grandmother, who had passed away due to a cerebral thrombosis, which made him feel uncomfortable.
It took a long time before Wu Chun was finally able to regain his freedom from the embrace of Grandma Wang.
The other person held Wu Chun’s hand, and they sat down under the big tree.
“Grandma, why do you keep looking at that mountain?”
Wu Chun remembered what his grandfather had told her and wanted to inquire about some useful information.
“Because the last time you came, you came down from that mountain, and grandma has been waiting for you to come back,” the grandma replied.
“Is there anything special about that mountain?” Wu Chun asked again.
“Special?” Grandma Wang looked at the mountain without blinking her eyes and said, “Grandma remembers one night a year ago when she heard you shouting my name on the mountain. I ran up there and saw a person on the mountainside. He was wearing a white shirt and had very long hair, but he had his back to me, so I couldn’t see his face clearly. I asked him if he had seen my grandson, but he vanished without a trace.”
White clothes and long hair.
When people describe the ghost on the mountain here, it seems that they all use this kind of expression.
“Grandma knows he’s not a human, but at her age, she’s seen everything and isn’t afraid. She just felt that he was a young person who disappeared just like that. The next day, she went to the temple to pray for him to be reborn into a good family in his next life. Afterwards, she bought some paper money to burn for him. She remembers that the child wasn’t wearing shoes, probably because no one in his family could afford to buy paper money. If he had been reborn, he would be one year old by now.”
Wu Chun felt a sense of emotion and an indescribable feeling in his heart. He felt that the person in Grandma Wang’s story was the ghost who had been following him these past few days.
Unfortunately, Wu Chun had never seen the true appearance of the other person.
He also didn’t know if the other person was really as described by these people.
A thought sprouted in Wu Chun’s mind: he actually wanted to see the other person.
This situation of having an enemy in the dark while being in the light was really difficult.
Wu Chun spent a lot of effort to get away from Granny Wang, and before leaving, he promised to come see her often.
Returning home, Wu Chun sat in his room, lost in thought.
If earlier he only had the thought of wanting to see the other party, now that thought had become even stronger, to the point where he felt he must see them.
It was a fact that he was haunted by a ghost, and not just any ghost, but a stubborn one that wouldn’t back down. According to his grandfather, they had invited many masters over the years to perform rituals, but almost none of them had any effect.
If there really was an “underworld” in this world, then it seemed that people’s understanding of it was one-sided and even presumptuous.
People say that ghosts are afraid of peach wood.
People say that ghosts can’t stand the light.
People say that there are many things in this world that protect people from being harmed by ghosts.
But everything is said by “people”, Is it really true?
Wu Chun is now convinced that he must meet the other party if he can.
That night, after his grandfather fell asleep, Wu Chun snuck out of the house again, this time carrying an axe.
With a peach wood sword in hand last night, Wu Chun was still knocked unconscious and thrown into the cemetery, showing that peach wood was useless.
Wu Chun has decided that if there is anything else that scares him, he will cut down that tree.
It’s especially dark tonight, with few people on the road and quiet on the mountain.
It is estimated that after last night, it will be some time before someone comes to secretly cut down the tree again.
But Wu Chun remained surprisingly calm, a reaction he had not anticipated. He seemed to have no fear of the dark or even of ghosts. In fact, he felt a little excited at the thought of meeting the other party.
“I came alone today,” Wu Chun said, holding up the axe as he approached the tree. “How about this? Don’t let that pine cone follow me anymore. Brother Ghost, come out and let’s talk?”
There was only silence in response to Wu Chun’s words.
Wu Chun was helpless. This ghost was really stubborn!
“If you don’t come out, I’ll cut down this tree tonight,” said Wu Chun, pretending to lift his axe to chop the tree.
Clang, clang!
The branches of the pine tree in front of him swayed significantly twice without any wind.
Wu Chun: “…”
Is this a provocation?
Wu Chun was suffocated with anger; the ghost was definitely hiding in this pine tree and acting so childish!
“Isn’t it said that ghosts are all very powerful? Come out, what are you hiding in the tree for!”
With that, the whole pine tree seemed to shake.
Wu Chun: “…”
Wu Chun rarely gets angry; he couldn’t even remember the last time he was angry, but this time, he would definitely remember it forever.
The man never thought he would be so frustrated by a ghost.
“Stop bullying me like this!” Wu Chun said, gradually feeling wronged. “I only teased you a little that day. You said you were a ghost, but you’re still so petty. I didn’t do anything wrong. I just hugged you twice. Is that too much? Why do you keep chasing me?”
Wu Chun couldn’t help but cry. All of this made him feel helpless. Even if he was a bad person, he knew that if you do evil, you will meet with evil. His mother always told him, “Do good deeds and don’t worry about the future.”
“Well, that’s great. Although I didn’t do anything particularly good, I shouldn’t be haunted by a ghost like this,” Wu Chun thought.
“There are so many bad people in the world who are still running free,” he continued.
He felt that this ghost was simply being unreasonable.
“Treating people like this, you’ll never be able to reincarnate,” Wu Chun said, throwing away his axe and squatting down, holding himself tightly with his hands, and crying with his forehead against his knees.
Soon, the wind began to blow…
Wu Chun felt as if the pine trees around him were shaking, and the wind was slipping past his back.
He lifted his head and saw a “person” walking out of the pine tree, just like the legends said. The person was indeed wearing white clothes, barefoot, with long hair draped over the shoulders, and had abnormally white skin, as described in the book, but it was not scary.
It’s just that the person’s face is not as hideous as described in the book.
Wu Chun suddenly thought of a sentence: The person on the street is like jade, and the young lord is unparalleled.
Finally they meet!
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».. Grandma Wang o had left her original..« – o
»Wu Chun remembered what her grandfather had told her and..« his grandfather had told him
So, did he brought the peach wood sword back or will his grandfather be confused when he finds out it just ran away on its own? xDD
I didn’t expect that WC would start crying like that. He was so calm all the time, not afraid.. it feels kinda.. dunno, forced by the author? To let him come across as the weaker part? Or I’m just thinking too much bs xD
Thx for the ch ٩( >ヮ<)۶
Don’t cry kid.. 🥺