He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 170 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 3)

Jiang Yu remained silent, his gaze towards her deepening.

Wen Yan loosened her grip, and the pendant drooped down to her chest, the skin against it feeling faintly warm.

The temperature in the morgue was lower than outside. Jiang Yu, the ghost, was fine, but Wen Yan's hands and feet were freezing.

Seemingly noticing her discomfort, Jiang Yu passed through the wall and left first, while Wen Yan also stood up to open the door and leave.

Then she saw Jiang Yu stuck in the wall.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Yu was seen with half his body embedded in the wall and the other half sticking out, and he remained motionless, frozen in place.

Hearing her voice, he looked up.

"nothing."

As Wen Yan approached, the intense feeling of constraint gradually subsided, and Jiang Yu had a guess about what was going on.

Yes, the pain sensation is shared, but the range is limited.

Judging by appearance, he would be unable to move if he were ten meters away from her.

He silently floated behind Wen Yan and walked through the door with her.

"Aren't you going back?"

Wen Yan turned her head and looked at Jiang Yu, who was still floating behind her, and asked.

Jiang Yu stared straight ahead expressionlessly: "There are a lot of ghosts here. Let's deal with them before we go back."

He looked down at her: "Are you kicking me out?"

Wen Yan quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I was just curious."

Just kidding, she wished Jiang Yu could float behind her 24/7.

Didn't you see a bunch of ghosts when we came in? Now, apart from a certain cold-faced ghost, have you not seen any other ghostly figures in the corridor?

It's practically a ghost-repelling artifact.

How could she possibly kick him out?

Xiao Baoyu was just coming out looking for Wen Yan when he saw her and breathed a sigh of relief:

"You scared me! We thought something had happened to you since you were gone so long. Oh, by the way, Li Miao is awake. We're getting ready to go back."

Wen Yan nodded and agreed.

It was almost midnight when the group, including the ghost, arrived at the dormitory.

Wen Yan suddenly remembered the frozen ghost clinging to Li Miao, and asked:

"Li Miao, did you go anywhere special today? Why did you faint when you got back?"

Recalling this incident, Li Miao felt a chill of fear: "Didn't we say we wanted to buy a small refrigerator? I happened to see someone selling one in a secondhand group, so I thought I'd check it out."

"Was it made by senior students?"

"No, it's an auntie who's in a hurry to sell, and the price is cheap."

Wen Yan's expression hardened. Most families have large refrigerators, so why would the aunt have a small one and be in such a hurry to sell it at school?

something wrong.

"You bought the refrigerator?"

"Not yet, I'm just going to take a look first, and I'll discuss it with you when I get back. We'll buy it after we've decided."

As they were talking, Li Miao suddenly crossed her hands and grabbed the hem of her clothes, trying to take them off.

The moment the slender waist flashed in the blink of an eye, Wen Yan turned and pounced on the silent male ghost beside her, pressing the ghost down into the bed and pulling the blanket over him completely.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You go back first."

Jiang Yu was bewildered. His usually agile ghost body was now unusually stiff. He wasn't a talkative person, so he didn't ask why and obediently returned the pendant.

Li Miao, who had taken off her top and was wearing a tight-fitting tube top, looked at Wen Yan, who was lying in an odd position, with a puzzled expression: "Wenwen, what's wrong with you?"

"it's okay no problem."

After a busy day, everyone washed up and went to bed early.

The next day, before dawn, Wen Yan was woken up by her alarm clock and resignedly got up to take the bus home.

As soon as I got home, I noticed the atmosphere was off; the whole family was in a somber mood.

Unlike the fear they usually felt when they saw her, sitting far away in fear, their eyes now held a hint of... pity?

"Xiao Yan's back? Sit here, we're having breakfast right now, want to grab some together?"

Wen Shouzhen stood up awkwardly, seemingly not expecting Wen Yan to return so early.

Hearing his words, his aunt glared at him, pulled the child away, and her fear was palpable.

Wen Yan was used to this.

After all, few families would welcome someone who constantly attracts vengeful spirits; it's good enough if they don't kick her out.

Wen Yan gave a faint "hmm," sat down, picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and was pulled away the next second.

She hadn't even finished taking a bite of her steamed bun when the man rushed in and dragged her away.

"What's the rush? Aren't ghosts supposed to come out at night? It's only morning now!"

Wen Yan sighed helplessly. Were they in such a hurry to send her to her death?

The man who captured her was named Wen Yun, who could be considered her second brother.

“This ghost is different; it only appears at noon.”

Then Wen Yan stayed in the small, dilapidated building where ghosts were said to frequently appear, but she still hadn't seen a ghost by sunset.

Wen Yun was shocked: "Where's the ghost?"

Wen Yan glanced at the ghost who had been by her side ever since she sat down in the shabby little building, and said guiltily, "I don't know either."

Jiang Yu turned to look at her, his expression serious and earnest:

“I sense a powerful demon here, though it is weak. But considering you are even weaker, and as your companion in pain, it is necessary for me to keep you within my field of vision.”

He then continued to look straight ahead, his face cold as he floated behind Wen Yan, his position unchanged.

Wen Yun was still going crazy.

"That's not right! The ghost should have arrived long ago! That damned ghost broke his promise!!"

Wen Yan sighed helplessly, silently picked up a piece of bread from her backpack and started eating. As she ate, she suddenly remembered something and tugged at Jiang Yu, who was floating behind her:

"He seems unable to hear us. Did you do this?"

She pointed to Wen Yun, who was still conducting a thorough search.

"Hmm." Jiang Yu spoke sparingly.

"Where? Where is the little brat?" Wen Yun crawled on the ground, feeling around inch by inch. When she looked up, she saw Wen Yan staring blankly in a certain direction. Her face fell. "Hurry up and help me find him."

Wen Yan put the leftover bread back into her bag, and just as she was about to get up, she realized her legs had gone numb.

Without any hesitation, Wen Yan dragged the ghost along again, using the momentum to stand up, massaging her legs as she stood.

Jiang Yu glanced at her and then casually gave her a massage.

Wen Yun picked a fight again, finding fault with everything Wen Yan said: "Old and frail, you're not even as good as a ninety-year-old man."

"You're awesome, not even a ghost can be seen."

Wen Yan didn't want to talk to him, and turned to ask Jiang Yu, "Do you know where the ghost in this courtyard used to be?"

"Right here."

? !

Wen Yan almost cried out, "He's here?! Then why isn't he coming out?"

Jiang Yu: ...

"Oh, I forgot you were here."

Wen Yan touched her nose, and when she looked at Jiang Yu again, she felt that he was disgusted by her.

She cleared her throat. "Do you know the exact location of that ghost?"

Jiang Yu didn't say anything, but showed through his actions whether he knew or not.

He scooped Wen Yan up and floated her to the corner of the wall. He politely knocked on the dusty wall and said in a cold tone, "Come out."

A miniature, dusty, and trembling ghost floated out.

Jiang Yu picked him up with disgust and tossed him to Wen Yan.

The little male ghost looked pitiful, with clear snot and tears hanging halfway down his face, completely lacking any of the majesty of a vengeful ghost.

Wen Yan called out to Wen Yun, who was still touching the ground, "Hey, is this the one you're looking for?"

Wen Yun looked up, her excitement visible to the naked eye:

"Aaaaaah! How did that deadbeat end up in your hands?!"

He drew his peach wood sword and charged at him, but Wen Yan turned and dodged.

"Don't worry, don't worry, he's not hurt at the moment."

The little male ghost nodded vigorously, his very soul seemed to split open.

That scoundrel Taoist priest actually colluded with the ghost, showing no regard for principles.

The little ghost boy was about to cry.

If he had known that the ghost this stinky Taoist priest brought was so powerful, he wouldn't have made the bet with him.