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"Miss, how did you know?" Tubo’s grandfather curiously questioned. "Indeed, after that exploiter Huang constructed his tomb and erected his tombstone, he passed away seven days later. What had happened soon after… his whole family of ten plus people passed away one by one within not even a year. Everyone within the area was saying how abnormal this incident was. Exploiter Huang... that bastard had created a huge tomb and buried his whole family."

"Oh, that’s because there was a maturing ghost spirit within the Ghost Lamp Temple, therefore a master had purchased that temple and erected a seal to prevent the ghost spirit from harming others. And yet, someone had flattened the temple, and furthermore, constructed a tomb over it... this was basically a suicidal action. Ghost spirit was able to follow the aura from the tombstone and track the owner and his family members to devour their vitality. The death of his whole family can already be considered fortunate as not the whole nine generations of his family died." Soft Feather answered. This was knowledge that was not required to be hidden from ordinary people—thus, she had revealed everything straightforwardly. [1]

Tubo’s grandfather stayed silent for a long time before staring at Soft Feather and calling out, "Superstition! Youngster, you should believe in science. Knowledge is power. Don’t learn from those that are superstitious." Tubo’s grandfather was worthy to be called a fashionable old man.

"Chi~~" Shuhang could not endure and laughed out loud.

However, after laughing, he couldn’t help but feel chills within his heart.

Was it really as simple as being superstitious? Truly, was there something so coincidental?

Soft Feather instantly turned red in embarrassment and felt awkward; sometimes, she tended to be really bashful.

Luckily, Tubo’s grandfather did not linger on this topic for too long. He was a very chatty old man and had knowledge of affairs from all over the world.

Shuhang and Soft Feather rested at Tubo’s grandfather house until 9 pm, with both the host and the guests enjoying themselves.

Song Shuhang and Soft Feather borrowed a bike from Tubo and returned back to the hotel.

"Let’s rest early." Song Shuhang felt that after a whole day, he was tired both mentally and physically. After bidding Soft Feather goodnight, he entered his room to rest.

Soft Feather sweetly smiled while waving.

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"Senior, wake up. Wake up!" While he was in dreamland, Song Shuhang felt suffocated at his chest; afterwards, a cold petite hand slapped him on his face.

"Hmm? Let me sleep a while more, I’m tired." Song Shuhang waved about vigorously and smacked away the thing on his face.

"Senior, it is almost time. Wake up." That pair of petite hands forcefully kneaded his face.

The petite hands were cool and comfortable when pressed on his face.

Shuhang who was sound asleep could only muddle-headly open his eyes and soon after, he noticed a super-beautiful lady sitting on his chest in a seductive posture.

With a huge chest, slim waist, and long legs, along with waist-length black hair and the soft feeling of a small butt situated on his own chest… it was Soft Feather.

There was something called, what you think about in the day, you will dream of at night.

He had been facing a beauty like Soft Feather for a whole day, thus it was normal for him to dream about some ambiguous scenario at night with her. Therefore Song Shuhang only foolishly laughed and continued sleeping.

"Senior, please wake up." Soft Feather’s pair of hands sandwiched Shuhang’s cheeks and forcefully kneaded them.

Sh*t, it wasn’t a dream. Soft Feather had climbed onto his bed in the middle of the night.

More importantly, only he had the room card, so how did Soft Feather enter? This was the twenty-third floor, for goodness’ sake!

He then looked at the time—it was 11 pm.

Miss, it is very misleading with you climbing onto my bed in the middle of the night.

"What’s the matter?" Song Shuhang tried to maintain calm and asked.

"Let’s head to Ghost Lamp Temple." Soft Feather replied. "It is the easiest to find ghost spirit during midnight."

What? Ghost spirit?

Miss, you travelled from distant parts to J-City and searched for that Ghost Lamp Temple only to catch that so-called ghost spirit?

Are you joking with me?!

He had assumed that Soft Feather came to Ghost Lamp Temple for some important matters… he would have never thought someone would travel great distance just to catch a ghost spirit.

"Alright, alright. I’ll get up immediately. Could you come down from my body first?" Song Shuhang bitterly smiled. After all, he was a guy with normal male responses.

With such a super beauty like Soft Feather seating on his body, he had a reaction long ago. Really! Was this lady not afraid that his instincts would take over?

Erm… maybe Soft Feather was really not afraid. With her ability to instantly knock out five drunkards with her whip-like kicks, if Song Shuhang’s predatory instincts took over, it would definitely be a tragedy.

Soft Feather single-handedly propped herself up and lept off his body with a beautiful backflip in midair before dexterously landing beside the bed, not even producing the slightest sound.

Shuhang helplessly stood up and changed his clothes in the bathroom while wiping his face to freshen up—since he had accompanied her to J-City, he might as well risk his life and go along with her and her insanity.

"We’ll drive there?" Shuhang asked.

"Yes." Soft Feather nodded her head while pulling the huge luggage.

Song Shuhang asked, "Then will you be fine, carrying such huge luggage?"

Soft Feather’s raised her delicate hands and the luggage seemed as light as a feather while being single-handedly propped onto her hand. "That’s not a problem, it doesn’t take up any space."

Song Shuhang once again felt weak in his knees.

He was rejoicing that his predatory instincts did not take over—otherwise, the man named ‘Song Shuhang’ would end up KIA—Killed in Action.

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The revving sounds of the bike’s engine disrupted others’ dreams in the middle of the night. Song Shuhang firmly accelerated and quickly left the vicinity of the hotel.

Following Tubo’s grandfather’s directions, the two of them found the forest in a short time. It wasn’t hard to find but it was currently a tomb, therefore no one knew where ‘Ghost Lamp Temple’ was.

The bike was unable to travel any further and they could only stop and walk.

"Do you require my help?" Shuhang asked.

"Rest assured, Senior. Just a mere ghost spirit is unable to harm me. I’ll be able to settle it quickly. Senior, you can just stand to one side and keep a lookout for me," Soft Feather happily laughed.

While they were speaking, both of them reached the burial place of Huang Dagen and his family.

Having a huge chair-shaped tomb was a popular design fifty to sixty years back. As if Huang Dagen had known that he and his family were about to die, the constructed tomb was extremely huge, a perfect fit for fourteen people from four generations of his family to be buried.

As it was in the middle of the night, the tomb’s surroundings were somewhat eerie.

Song Shuhang unconsciously tightened his outerwear and thought internally, ‘No ghosts will appear, right?’

On the other hand, Soft Feather had already started taking action.

When she opened her huge case, a layer of luster radiated. Song Shuhang could see layers of stacked jades, with hundreds or so of them!

There was also a huge purple bell seemingly resembling copper, yet it wasn’t copper; it was also similar to gold, yet it wasn’t gold either. However, it gave off the feeling that this item was very expensive!

"Hu!" Soft Feather softly exhaled and her head of black hair swayed despite there being no wind nearby, seemingly valiant and formidable-looking.

After that, Soft Feather reached out towards her luggage. She took out several metal rods and inserted those in a circle, surrounding the huge tomb. These rods also seemed expensive. Next, she took out talisman papers bound with a cord and wound them around those silver metal rods.

And that was not all, for she also took out several different types of powder and sprinkled them around the tomb. It was next to impossible to tell what these powders were made of, but each had a dull radiance after they were sprinkled, making them extremely beautiful.

Song Shuhang then found a few clean stones and sat down while looking at Soft Feather bustling about beside the tomb.

Unconsciously, sleepiness washed over him and he felt both of his eyes going hazy.

Not knowing how much time had passed, when Song Shuhang opened his eyes once again in a daze, what he saw was the scene of Soft Feather dancing lightly and gracefully around the tomb… to be dancing here in the middle of the night, this lady’s hobbies were indeed unique!

Eh? Beside the lady, there seemed to be two lumps of green light flickering, as if accompanying Soft Feather in the dance—it was extremely stunning. The only regrettable thing about it was that the background wasn’t too fitting. The tomb caused the stunning scene to become strange.

Such a beautiful scene should be recorded as a souvenir!

Subsequently, Shuhang reached into his pocket to fish out his phone. One can’t help but agree that Song Shuhang’s was very brave. Usually, when witnessing such a scene, their first reaction would be being frightened and peeing in their pants, whereas this fella even wanted to record this scene.

As he was still in a half-conscious state, his stiff fingers accidentally caused the phone to slide out from his pocket, dropping on the ground.

The light from his phone screen faintly lighted up a strange item beside his feet.