Chapter Sixty-Three: A Date with the Lady Ghost (Part Three)
The two of them went to Quanjude for roast duck, spending over three hundred yuan. The pain of it made Fu Yang’s teeth ache. After all, he was still a broke student with little money to spare!
They’d already spent so much buying live pigs, lambs, and chickens…
“Mmm, delicious! So good!” Dong Weike wiped her mouth and contentedly rubbed her belly. Then she declared, “Let’s go shopping! Clothes! I want to splurge!”
Splurge… splurge?!
Fu Yang’s legs nearly gave out and he almost slid off his chair. He could already picture his credit card being maxed out by Weike…
But there was no way to say no—he could only put on a tragic face and agree.
Quanjude was inside Wanda Plaza, a shopping center so vast you could spend a whole day wandering and never see it all: every brand imaginable, dazzling in their variety. It was a paradise for girls!
It was obvious that in life, Dong Weike must have loved beauty to an extraordinary degree.
“Wow! Hermès bags, Fu Yang, I want one—buy it for me!”
Before the luxurious storefront of a designer shop, Weike’s eyes shone as she gazed through the glass.
Most girls have a certain mad fascination with bags. There’s a joke online: there’s nothing a handbag can’t fix for a girl; if there is, then two will surely do the trick…
Fu Yang had no idea what “Hermès” was, but after seeing the dizzying string of zeros on the price tag, he was certain he’d never afford one in his lifetime.
He hurriedly dragged Weike away—if this queen really started pouting, he’d probably have to sell his blood to pay for it…
“Hmph! Fu Yang, I didn’t know you were this poor. Fine. I’ll skip the luxury brands and stick to what regular college girls buy: ONLY, Vero Moda, things like that.”
With that, she pulled him to other floors of the mall…
By the end of their shopping trip, Fu Yang’s credit card was indeed maxed out. Worst of all, his legs felt like they were about to break.
“Damn… I’m doomed, looks like it’s instant noodles for a month,” Fu Yang wept.
Neither of them noticed a pair of venomous eyes watching them from not far away…
The owner of that gaze was none other than Li Fang, the rich kid who had been outwitted twice before by Fu Yang and Ah Huang!
That night, he happened to be hosting some underworld friends for dinner at Wanda Plaza. He hadn’t expected to see Fu Yang sauntering about with a stunning girl at his side.
This beauty was even more attractive than Qin Mei!
“Damn it! How does this loser always have a new beauty with him?” Li Fang took a furious drag of his cigar and cursed.
A burly underworld boss with a thick gold chain around his neck leaned in, “What’s wrong, Brother Li? Got your eye on that chick over there? She’s gorgeous—prettier than any TV star. If you could have her beneath you… tsk, tsk, that’d be something else!”
Li Fang had already been tormented by jealousy over Qin Mei, and now with Dong Weike, even more beautiful, he was nearly driven to thoughts of “snatching her by force.”
Egged on by the boss, Li Fang nodded, “Exactly! I want that guy dead, then I’ll take the girl for myself!”
The two “wants” definitely didn’t mean the same thing…
“But… that guy’s name is Fu Yang, and I heard he dabbles in some weird, supernatural stuff. Tricky.”
“Brother Li, not to boast, but who doesn’t know a bit of dark magic these days? I’ve just met an amazing master from Southeast Asia. Paid him good money for something special.”
He produced a glass bottle from his pocket and showed it to Li Fang. Inside was a yellowish liquid—rather disgusting, really—and floating in it was a black fetus, curled up and wrapped in threads, about the size of a fist.
“What is that, Brother Sun?”
“A little ghost! The proper term is Kuman Thong. It’s a type of Southeast Asian black magic—I hear these little ghosts are powerful. They can do all sorts of things for their master. Lots of celebrities keep them…”
Sun explained in detail, making Li Fang’s heart pound with excitement.
There was a secluded shortcut from Wanda Plaza back to Jiangcheng University, cutting the distance in half. Most students usually took it.
Fu Yang’s rented apartment was actually an old university staff dorm from the eighties, separated from the campus by a single wall—so it was highly likely he’d take this route.
Their plan was to follow Fu Yang and Dong Weike, and then unleash the Kuman Thong on that path.
That way, the Kuman Thong would kill Fu Yang, and Li Fang could do as he pleased with Weike. Two birds with one stone, and the police would never trace it back to them.
It was truly vicious.
If Fu Yang and Weike were just ordinary people, tonight would indeed become a nightmare.
“Weike, my queen… You’ve maxed out my credit card, and I can’t carry any more,” Fu Yang wailed, bags of all sizes draped over him—clothes, shoes, handbags, cosmetics, you name it!
He could never understand it: she was a female ghost—a very powerful one at that. Wasn’t it easier just to conjure up whatever she wanted with magic? Why spend so much money on it…
“All right, all right, you stingy thing! You can’t handle spending just this little? Come on, let’s head home.”
Her words were music to his ears, and Fu Yang immediately felt revitalized, hurrying after Dong Weike as she left the mall.
On the way, Weike skipped ahead, humming softly, while Fu Yang trudged behind her like a pack mule…
Up ahead, the road forked in two.
One way led to the main road, the other to a lonely, deserted path.
Fu Yang instinctively wanted to call Weike to take the main road, worried about the dangers of the shortcut at night. But he caught himself just in time.
“What danger? My queen is the most dangerous thing out here—she’s basically a one-ton walking bomb…”
Tonight, the shortcut seemed even darker than usual. The streetlights on either side flickered, casting the two of them in long, eerie shadows. Dong Weike was still singing as they walked.
“Sister, just go boldly forward~”
“On this ordinary day, wearing ordinary shoes, I walk this ordinary street in the most ordinary way…”
Damn, she even knows the legendary Bilibili song, “Ordinary Disco”?!
Fu Yang found it catchy and unconsciously started swaying to the rhythm, his movements flamboyant…
“Ouch.”
Damn it! He suddenly twisted his ankle.
“What happened, Fu Yang? Aren’t you clumsy?” Dong Weike turned back, laughing as she ran over.
“Let me see your foot?”
“It’s too dark, you won’t be able to see anything. It’s nothing.”
“You think I can’t see in the dark?” Dong Weike grinned, and suddenly her beautiful eyes turned blood red.
Fu Yang froze.
Only then did he realize that he always forgot she wasn’t human.
“Let me give you a massage…”
Her delicate little hand was warm and gentle—it didn’t feel anything like a ghost at all. In fact, she was no different from a living girl!