My Ghost Lover Is Too Annoying

13. The Huang Immortal

Translator: Flora

Ever

since he noticed something was wrong, Chen Ming wanted to get

rid of his girlfriend

and find out what was going on.

It shouldn’t have been

difficult as he went further. But

his girlfriend was timid and asked him to

leave with her. Fortunately, the special effect was

on time. Although his girlfriend’s cry was heartbroken, he achieved his

goal.

He was not a softhearted man and slowly retreated in the

darkness without making a sound.

He

wanted to wait for his girlfriend to leave but did not

expect to step on a shoddy wooden

board. The

board suddenly broke and

he sank in a second.

He fell very hard and seemed

to have heard a few squeaky rats running past him.

“Ouch,

fuck…” Chen Ming slowly

rolled over, rubbing his butt, and heard his

girlfriend walking away.

“Your just ran away? Fine, you’re very loyal.” He stood up against the

wall, took out a spell from his pocket, snapped his fingers, and lit the spell.

The

spell paper was thin

and burnt fast. He picked up a piece of wood and lit it. Holding it high, he

observed the environment.

There

was a big hole about three meters above him. Beside and behind him

were three walls and the tapping sound of them

was dull. They were solid

walls. There was a passage in front of him, barely wide enough for one man to

pass.

He felt the

wall and it was built straight without a

single brick protruding. He was an expert

in Yin and Yang but he knew nothing about Qinggong. He

couldn’t jump out.

However, the mice

here suggested a connection with the outside world. It was better

to follow the passage and be cautious.

With

a crackling sound, a piece of burning

wood exploded and

Chen Ming hastily changed his hand to prevent being

burned.

He needed to get out soon.

He began to run and startled

many big mice with long tails. Suddenly,

the passage widened and he entered a room with the

stairs facing him.

Chen

Ming climbed up without

thinking and suddenly someone shouted,

“Stop!”

He

could not help but shiver and

looked over. He saw a large box covered with a piece of cloth on a long table.

The

box was not big enough to hold an adult. The loud sound came from a

man, not a child. Could it be someone who played a

trick with a recording?

Chen

Ming didn’t make a sound and waited for the voice again.

“Come here, I know you can hear me.”

Chen Ming didn’t move and asked, “Are you in the box?”

“This is a cage.”

It was a cuboid that could be either a box or a cage. Hearing his answer, Chen Ming knew it wasn’t a prank. He slowly walked over, gently grabbed the cloth, paused for a moment and lifted it.

There was a small animal in the cage. It was startled by his movements. It rushed into the corner and growled at him, showing its teeth.

“What,

it’s just a big mou..” When he was halfway through his sentence, Chen Ming’s look changed. He stared fixedly at the little

thing whose fur was golden under the fire. Then

he slowly knelt to take a closer look.

“Stupid!”

He heard the voice again as

if it directly entered his mind. The anger was vividly displayed in

the round eyes.

Now,

Chen Ming finally knew why he felt weird. There was a

weasel of high cultivation locked underground in the haunted house.

Many places in the countryside had memorial altars for it, and the people used to honor it as “the Huang Immortal” for its spirituality. Now, there was no altar. It was even put in the cage. Who could bear this?

“What should I call you? Master Huang?”

“Whatever you want! Let me out!”

Chen

Ming wasn’t frightened by the Huang Immortal’s irritability

and started to negotiate,

“I can let you go. But shouldn’t you do me a favor

too?”

The yellow weasel lowered its head, showed its teeth, and growled again to

show its displeasure. The fire flickered and the shadow fluttered on the wall, making it

even more terrifying. But Chen Ming was still unmoved, waiting for its

answer.

“There is no such thing as a free meal.”

There was probably

nothing the weasel could do about it. After a few seconds, the roar died

down. The weasel replied,

“What do you want?”

Chen Ming smiled, “To revive in a new guise, do you know how?”

After hearing Chen Ming’s request, the weasel stood up. It approached and looked into Chen Ming’s eyes, “You’re not an ordinary human being.”

“It’s great that you find it out, otherwise you wouldn’t be so sensible..”

The weasel sniffled and turned around deftly, “I don’t know, but I can help you find it out.”

“Really?”

“We Huang Immortals never lie.”

“Okay, that’s a deal.” Chen Ming bit the wooden strip, picked up the pliers on the ground, and cut the lock.

The weasel ran straight out of the cage quickly, turned into a golden thread, and hopped towards the small hole by the wall.

Chen Ming had no reason to stay. He threw the iron pliers and went up the stairs. But it wasn’t long before his trousers were caught by something. He turned and found the weasel was back.

“What?”

The weasel pulled a pinch of hair from its tail and lifted it, “I will try my best to find a way to revive in a new guise. Take this. If you have an emergency,  burn it and I will come. This is my second way to repay.”

Chen Ming took it and observed it for a while before saying, “Thank you, Master Huang is dependable.”

The weasel disappeared.

Chen Ming shrugged and wrapped the weasel’s hair with a receipt. When reaching the top of the stairs, he found a wooden lid above. He shouted and pushed it open.

He looked out and found it was quite bright

outside. His girlfriend and a bloody zombie were staring at him.