Shen Guoqiang wasn’t particularly close to the person who had introduced him to the car, but they still kept in touch occasionally.
“What? Young lady, do you also think this car is the one Mr. Zhang mentioned? Hahaha, don’t worry, my friend wouldn’t do something like that.”
Shen Guoqiang continued to laugh it off in denial.
Shi Qing glanced at the male Ghost curled up in a ball and felt amused.
“Master, I think you’d better take this car to a repair shop and have someone check it thoroughly—whether it’s been waterlogged…”
When Shen Guoqiang bought the car, he only knew it had minor collision damage, nothing major, and certainly no waterlogging.
So when Shi Qing mentioned this, he couldn’t help but frown.
Still, recalling what Mr. Zhang had said, Shen Guoqiang found himself nodding almost involuntarily.
“Alright, I’ll take it in for a check tomorrow.”
A quick inspection wouldn’t cost much, and it would give him peace of mind.
“Hahaha, let’s not talk about that anymore. Young lady, you seem quite young—are you still in school?”
“Yes, I’m in my final year of high school.”
“Senior year is great! Aim for a good university. Let me tell you, I’ve signed up as a volunteer to provide free rides for students during the exams. Maybe we’ll run into each other then…”
Shen Guoqiang was already sixty-one, but thanks to regular exercise and a positive mindset, he looked much younger and more robust. He was also quite talkative and shared many interesting stories with Shi Qing.
“Young lady, I wish you success in your exams and admission to a great university!”
As she got out of the car, Shen Guoqiang offered his blessings and handed her his business card.
“Here’s my contact info. If you need a ride during the college entrance exams, feel free to reach out—free of charge.”
Shi Qing cheerfully accepted the card and wrote her own phone number on a piece of paper, handing it to him.
“Master Shen, this is my number. My friend specializes in feng shui readings. If you ever run into any… issues, you can contact me. The rates are very reasonable.”
Though puzzled, Shen Guoqiang still took Shi Qing’s number.
…
Back in her small apartment, Shi Qing collapsed onto the sofa. Suihua immediately floated over eagerly.
“Dearest boss, I see you’ve brewed a pot of floral tea—soothing and sleep-inducing, isn’t it?”
She poured a cup like an obedient lackey and handed it to Shi Qing.
Shi Qing pulled a phone out of her bag.
“Your phone. I got you a SIM card registered under my name, so be careful how you use it.”
“Hehehe, thank you, boss!”
Suihua excitedly took the phone and started installing various apps.
Shi Qing glanced over.
Huāruǐ?
What in the world was that?
“By the way, I ran into another Ghost today…”
“What?! A Ghost! Boss, were you bullied? Tell me who it was—I’ll go teach them a lesson right now…”
Suihua reacted even more fiercely than if she herself had been wronged.
Shi Qing: “…”
After recounting the incident from the road, Suihua tilted her head in thought for a moment but came up with nothing.
Shi Qing didn’t expect much from her anyway and got up to wash up in the bathroom.
When she came out, Suihua was still enthusiastically fiddling with her phone.
“Suihua, tell the Truth Ghost it doesn’t need to cling to Shi Yi Yi all day anymore. Just stick to her randomly for two hours a day, and avoid doing it while she’s sleeping…”
“Got it.”
Suihua immediately put down her phone and agreed.
Recalling what Feng Shuang Shuang had told her—that He Yan Ting had shown some improvement.Shi Qing grinned. “Suihua, I have a task for you…”
The fruit trees planted in the backyard of the Space-Time Shop were all laden with ripe fruit.
Shi Qing picked some of each type and placed them on the shelves. Items stored on these shelves seemed to exist in a state of temporal stasis, eliminating any concern about spoilage.
These fruits, similar to apples in appearance, each contained a trace of spiritual energy.
In addition to the fruit trees, she had cultivated various vegetables in the ground, all of which had now reached maturity.
If left unharvested, these produce would remain in their perfect state indefinitely.
There were also medicinal herbs and tea bushes, though their growth had significantly slowed over time.
For instance, the ginseng she purchased online had now grown to half the length of her forearm. It was impossible to tell how many years it had been developing, yet it continued its sluggish growth.
Currently, Shi Qing wasn’t particularly short on money, so she had no intention of selling these items. However, placing them on the shelves seemed appropriate.
She selected the plumpest ginseng root and placed it on the shelf. To her astonishment, it had transformed into a spiritual ginseng—a full thousand years old…
After tending to the backyard and organizing the shelves, Shi Qing decided to harvest another Ghost Hand Vine for herself. The two vines she routinely carried could only handle Evil Ghost-level threats. If she encountered more powerful ghosts, she would undoubtedly be outmatched.
The current Ghost Hand Vine had become considerably more potent than before, though she remained uncertain whether it could contend with a Fierce Ghost.
However, the vine that usually felt light in her hands now seemed to weigh a thousand jin, leaving her panting from the exertion.
After several attempts yielded the same result, Shi Qing concluded that her current strength simply couldn’t match the capabilities of this particular Ghost Hand Vine…
For the next three hours, Shi Qing remained in the Space-Time Shop practicing Talisman drawing, continuing until she had exhausted all the materials she previously purchased.
Hospital VIP Room.
Under the guidance of his psychologist, He Yan Ting had begun to believe that last night’s incident might have been a hallucination caused by mental instability. Yet whenever he recalled it, cold sweat still broke out on his back.
The experience from the previous night remained vividly clear—it felt too real to be imaginary.
If it truly was just his imagination, how could it have felt so authentic? Or perhaps someone was deliberately messing with him?
At this thought, a dangerous glint flashed in He Yan Ting’s eyes.
If someone dared to play tricks on him, he would make sure they paid dearly. He would slice their flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs!!!
After mentally venting his rage, He Yan Ting finally lay down to sleep.
In his drowsy state, he felt something crawl under his blankets.
“Get lost…”
He Yan Ting pushed impatiently, but the disturbance beneath the covers persisted. Finally provoked to anger, he snapped his eyes open and stared at the moving lump in his bedding…
“Hi there~”
Suihua slowly emerged from under the covers, her two eyeballs drooping and protruding halfway from their sockets. Her blood-drenched mouth stretched open, revealing white, sharp teeth stained with blood, as she cheerfully greeted He Yan Ting.
She even waved her claw in greeting, though it accidentally detached and fell right onto He Yan Ting’s chest.
He Yan Ting’s pupils contracted violently. His body froze, incapable of any reaction, while his hands clutching the blankets trembled uncontrollably.
Finally…
“AHHHHH—”
A piercing scream tore from his throat as He Yan Ting crashed onto the floor from his hospital bed, immediately scrambling away on all fours.
“Don’t go, my dear~”Suihua twisted her body and crawled off the bed on all fours, slinking darkly onto the floor with a lewd and maniacal laugh.
He Yan Ting frantically beat against the hospital room door, desperate to climb out, but no matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn’t open.
“Ahhh!! Open the door, open the door!”
As Suihua drew closer and closer to him, He Yan Ting curled his entire body into a ball, pleading in terror: “Spare me, I beg you to spare me! I’ll definitely burn paper offerings for you, ah—”
Just then, medical staff outside were startled by the commotion and rushed in.
As soon as they opened the door, they saw He Yan Ting collapsed by the doorway with his eyes rolled back, a puddle of liquid visible on the floor beside him…