Ch8 - Incense ash

Translator: Chipoholic

106.

Su Yu’s face was icy, and he shut the door without saying a word. He turned to face me, his eyes full of protection.

Me: ???

I’m just a new ghost who died a few days ago. The most excessive thing I’d ever done was sneak a peek at my ex-boyfriend on a blind date. And this prompted a Daoist priest to seek me out? Seriously?!

I looked at the kid next to me with a complicated expression.

The little devil lowered his head in shame, and raised his hand: …he’s looking for me.

107.

The Daoist priest was directly locked out of the door but he was unfazed. He knocked again and said loudly: Benefactor, I have reincarnated for several lifetimes and have been a Daoist priest in each generation, just to protect this little ghost. How can I not be concerned now that the ghost has vanished?

Su Yu reopened the door, his brow furrowed: Did you say you’ve guarded him for many lifetimes?

Yes, the Daoist naturally nodded.

Su Yu looked back at me, with a little…anger in his eyes.

Me: ……

Baby feels wronged, but baby doesn’t say anything.

108.

Su Yu told him coldly: He’s mine now. You can leave.

For a brief moment, the Daoist was taken aback and then amused: If you see him, he’s yours? I still have the ice cream I made for him at home. You ask him if he wants to follow you or me.

I gave the kid a stern look, wishing to kick him at the door.

The kid didn’t even look at me. When he heard ‘ice cream’, his eyes lit up like searchlights and he dashed to the door, running circles around the Daoist priest.

The Daoist priest didn’t look at him, but smiled, and said to Su Yu: OK, the ghost has been found. I’m leaving.

Su Yu frowned and extended his hand to stop him: You can’t take him away! The Daoist priest looked at him for a moment: There is a black air between your brows and it seems to have appeared recently. My ghost isn’t like this, it looks like a new ghost.

109.

Regardless of how slow Su Yu’s brilliant brain’s reaction was, he realized it was a misunderstanding. He raised his hand again and stopped the priest, this time asking urgently: Can you see them?

Daoist: I can’t see them.

Su Yu: Then you…

Daoist: People who have been with you for many years, even if they are no longer alive, can still be felt around you.

Su Yu was stunned for a moment before nodding: You are right.

110.

The little ghost was taken away by the Daoist. Su Yu walked back into the house and looked at me: Are you still unwilling to admit that you’re back?

His voice was calm, but tinged with sadness. I felt bad while listening to it.

I jumped down from the hook while stretching my hand to the BGM of squeaky joints.

Before I could steady myself, Su Yu moved and took me into his arms.

111.

Su Yu never spoke. He just held me tightly, as if trying to squeeze my bones to pieces.

A moment later, a drop of liquid fell on my shoulder. It was scalding. So scalding it caused me to quiver.

Was Su Yu…crying?

112.

I went into a panic. I’ve known this guy for so long that even after I died, I didn’t hear him cry. I even believe this person does not understand what it is like to cry in this life.

And now, obviously I was back, but he was crying.

The atmosphere was oppressive. I hurriedly tried to comfort him by patting his head, but I forgot that I was just hard bones right now. I was nervous, so I patted him on the head but it turned into a…burst.

There was a ‘bang!’

There were echoes of death in the room.

Me: ……

Su Yu: ……

113.

Facts have proved that there is no atmosphere that violence cannot destroy.

I looked at the big bump that had suddenly appeared on Su Yu’s head, feeling complicated.

Su Yu looked at me with an ice bag in his hand, looking complicated.

There was an odd silence in the air.

114.

Su Yu finally broke the silence after a while. At this point, he had fully accepted the fact that his former sugar daddy had transformed into a handsome and beautiful skeleton, and he attempted to establish communication.

Su Yu: Can you speak?

I shook my head.

Su Yu: Then I’ll speak, and you’ll sign.

I nodded.

Su Yu: How long have you been back?

I thought about it. Three.

I thought that Su Yu would continue to ask a lot of questions, but he simply nodded and stopped talking.

The atmosphere sank back into a strange tranquility.

After a while, Su Yu stood up and said: I’m going to cook.

115.

I think this guy deliberately made a lot of dishes since I couldn’t eat. And they were all my favorites!

The table was covered with fragrant dishes; braised spare ribs, salt and pepper shrimps, tomato brisket, West lake fish in vinegar… Seeing them made me drool.

Just as I was about to rush up to pinch Su Yu to death to vent my hatred, I noticed Su Yu pull out an incense burner and sprinkle the incense ashes on the food.

In an instant, all of the meals became edible for me. I could only inhale their fragrance earlier. Now, I can eat them.

Su Yu took up the bowls and chopsticks and began eating the dishes topped with incense ashes without hesitation.

……This way of eating……won’t he be poisoned?

116.

I looked at Su Yu with trepidation while he ate, afraid that he would suddenly fall to the ground, foaming at his mouth – how could I call 120 then? Even if it was called, when the great angels in white see a skeleton giving Su Yu artificial respiration, wouldn’t it be a magical scene? Won’t they also fall to the ground?

No, out of the question. Sin, sin.

Just as I was thinking wildly about whether the angels in white would suffer retribution, Su Yu suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Then he looked at the skeleton opposite stuffing rice. His voice was calm as he said: Let’s get married.

My bowl and chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter and rolled somewhere far away.

Me: ……

…… You, you, you, say it again?!!

My fav: No. 109

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