A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 4

Although the area where An He stayed belonged to the realm of ghosts, overall, it didn’t look much different from the human world.

The food, clothing, and housing were all the same. There was wine and meat, mountains and rivers, and a bustling crowd coming and going.

However, there were differences; for instance, there was no sunlight here.

The sky was perpetually gloomy, and a light drizzle would fall from time to time, soaking into lapels and dampening patch after patch of clothing.

An He sighed. she pulled the “will-o’-the-wisp” that Ghost Brother had provided closer to herself and continued sipping the wine in her cup amidst the green glow.

She had to think about what to do next.

Lin Ruoxue had definitely discovered her escape and must have sent people out in all directions to find her.

The first place they would check would certainly be her home, followed by the places she used to frequent.

Restaurants, teahouses, theaters…

She couldn’t go to any of those places; the moment she showed up, she’d be caught by those little demons.

Tsk, how annoying.

An He shook her head, drained the wine in her cup, grabbed her will-o’-the-wisp, and headed to the bed to lie down fully clothed.

She had taken a bath before eating, and now that her stomach was full, she felt completely relaxed.

Before long, she fell asleep. In her daze, she had a dream.

The first thing that came into view was Lin Ruoxue’s eyes, followed by the smile hanging on her face.

It was quite beautiful—so much so that one couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch her, to personally feel the contour of her lips and that blossoming smile.

“What are you smiling at?” An He asked her in the dream, her own lips curling up unconsciously.

Early the next morning, An He scrambled out of bed.

She had previously completed missions with the System to earn points, and now was the perfect time to use them.

A diviner’s banner, a yellow Taoist robe, a peach wood sword, bells, a compass… she exchanged for all the gear a fortune teller ought to have.

Regardless of her actual skill, once she was dressed up and standing there, she really looked the part.

“How is it?” An He borrowed a brush from the waiter. As she wrote on the banner, she consulted the System.

The System didn’t rush to answer. It first glanced at the banner and found only three characters written on it:

An the Immortal.

System: “…Pretty good.”

“Right?” An He smiled with great satisfaction. She rolled up the banner, tucked the compass into her waistband, and stepped out the door with a confident stride.

The people sitting downstairs drinking and eating didn’t seem to have changed; it was still the same crowd from yesterday, heads bowed and silent.

As An He walked, she observed them, silently making assessments in her mind.

As the saying goes, “Wine drowns a thousand sorrows.” Since they had been drinking for so long, the sorrows in their hearts were likely immense.

These ghosts were exactly the type who needed a fortune told. Whether it was accurate was another matter; the main point was providing a psychological anchor.

No matter the situation, words spoken by someone else are always more effective than one’s own internal thoughts.

Thinking of this, An He smiled and came to a halt at the counter.

“What are you doing?!” Ghost Brother had been crouching behind the counter. Hearing a noise, he popped his head up to look and was immediately startled by her appearance.

Specifically, that peach wood sword made his liver tremble involuntarily the moment he saw it.

“Ah, sorry, sorry.” Seeing his fear, An He quickly tucked the peach wood sword into her backpack, turned around, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“You…” Seeing her put the sword away, Ghost Brother sized her up several times. Sensing that An He likely harbored no ill-will, he dared to lean in closer.

“Why are you dressed like this?” he asked next, his eyes bulging as if they were about to fall out again. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I want to do business with you.” An He didn’t take the bait and stated her intent directly.

“What?” Ghost Brother asked, his eyebrows arching.

“Well, I’ve taken a fancy to this spot next to you, and I want to set up a stall here,” An He leaned down and whispered in his ear. “For every person I make money from, I’ll give you a ten percent cut as rent. What do you think?”

“And what if you don’t make any money?” Ghost Brother wasn’t stupid and immediately posed a counter-question.

“That’s easy,” An He smiled, her gaze flickering toward his waist. “The jade pendant stays with you as payment for my stay and the rent for this period.”

“That works.” Ghost Brother reached out to touch the jade pendant, feeling quite pleased. “Then tell me, what do you plan to do? Let’s get this straight: you can’t sell wine or food. No competing with my business.”

“Perish the thought,” An He said. “Am I that kind of person?”

“This is what I’m going to do.” Following that, she gave her yellow robe a shake, then held up her hand, tucking four fingers against her thumb and moving them rhythmically with an air of profound mystery.

“Fortune-telling!” This time Ghost Brother understood, but he couldn’t help thinking she was talking nonsense. “Telling fortunes for ghosts? You’ve got to be joking. We’ve long since lost our lives—”

“Judging by your age, you’ve likely already taken a wife.” An He interrupted him before he could finish. She smiled, pulled out a long bench from behind her, and sat down, her eyes fixed on Ghost Brother’s face.

She had long since observed Ghost Brother’s attire. She had a hunch that when he was alive, he definitely had a wife in the mortal world.

Although he wore plain cloth, the craftsmanship was exquisite and delicate; it was clearly hand-sewn, and the collar was even embroidered with flowers.

Her time as a young lady of a noble house hadn’t been for nothing. She could tell at a glance that the flowers used “satin stitch” and “flat-filled” embroidery techniques. If it were just something bought off the street, no one would have sewn it like this for him. Furthermore, the stitches were incredibly fine, certainly not something a rough man like him could produce.

Plus, there were the shoes on his feet—equally fine craftsmanship, very beautiful.

The moment the words left An He’s mouth, she noticed a subtle, telling change in Ghost Brother’s expression.

Sadness appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth instinctively pursed downward, and even his fingers began to clench.

She had guessed correctly.

“Your wife must have been a virtuous and diligent woman. It’s likely been a long time since you were separated; don’t you want to know how she is faring?” An He continued, starting to gesture with her fingers in a mystical fashion.

“I do!” Ghost Brother nodded frantically, his gaze so intense it nearly bored a hole through her.

“Then it’s settled,” An He said, holding up three fingers. “Pay up, set up the stall, and bring out the banner.”

“How do you explain that?” Ghost Brother didn’t understand and asked with a frown.

“I’m telling your fortune, so naturally I have to charge you,” An He said as she pulled out the banner that read An the Immortal. “Setting up the stall goes without saying. As for the banner—well, it’s this one.”

“It needs to be hung outside, placed right alongside your ‘Wine’ flag.”