A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 5

Lin Ruoxue sat on the bed, her features shrouded in a cold, dark gloom.

Today was the third day since An He had disappeared, and the third day she had spent searching for her.

Nowhere. Lin Ruoxue had almost turned the entire city upside down, yet she still hadn’t obtained a single shred of information regarding her.

It was as if she had simply vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind in this world.

This situation left Lin Ruoxue terrifyingly uneasy. She spent her days in constant fear, her obsession driving her to the brink of madness.

Unlike the times she had stayed in the house waiting for An He to return, back then, no matter how long the wait, she knew An He would eventually come back.

So she had something to look forward to, a sense of hope; she was willing to sit motionlessly by the door all day and night just to hear those familiar footsteps and see that familiar smiling face.

But this time was different. An He wasn’t coming back.

She didn’t want her anymore.

Lin Ruoxue paused, her expression somewhat dazed.

Two spoons lay on the table. They had been recovered by her subordinates when they inspected the dungeon.

An He had used these two spoons to dig the wall until it collapsed, and then she had slipped away without a single backward glance.

Thinking of that image, one couldn’t help but find it a bit funny.

But Lin Ruoxue couldn’t laugh at all.

A knock sounded at the door, followed by the trembling voice of a subordinate reporting that the search had once again yielded no results.

“I see,” Lin Ruoxue replied, her voice hoarse and exhausted.

“Keep looking,” she added quickly. She rose from the bed, pushed open the door, and walked outside.

An He sat on the long bench, her eyes narrowed.

The surrounding group of drinking ghosts had stopped their revelry; they were all crowded around her, eyes wide, not daring to breathe loudly.

The ghost sitting directly across from her waiting for his results was especially nervous—his upper and lower teeth were chattering, and he couldn’t sit still, acting as if his backside were on fire.

The desired effect had been achieved.

An He narrowed her eyes and smiled. She picked up the bell from the corner of the table and gave it a loud jingle-jangle shake.

Hearing the bell, the ghosts instantly knew she had finished her calculations. They gaped at her, sweat trickling down their temples. “Ho-how is it, Great Immortal…?”

An He wasn’t in a hurry to speak. She lifted her eyes and cast a casual glance toward the saucer placed in the upper-left corner.

The ghost in front of her immediately understood. He hurriedly fished out several pieces of silver and respectfully placed them into the small dish.

Clink. The sound was crisp and clear, a melody that brought joy to one’s heart.

“Four, six, seven. Immediate Joy,” An He nodded with satisfaction, finally willing to reveal the result of her divination.

She wasn’t just making things up; there was actually a basis for it, calculated according to the “Little Six Rens” method. One picks three random numbers from one to twenty—they must be the first three numbers that pop into the mind—and only one reading per day is allowed; more than that, and it loses its efficacy.

“Hah!” The ghost let out a breath of relief upon hearing it was “Joy.” In an instant, his entire being relaxed, and happiness sparkled in his eyes. “What does it mean, Great Immortal?”

“Immediate Joy means speed and celebration; it indicates the timing is right,” An He explained while stroking the tassel tied to her compass. “Legal matters will bring blessings, and the sick need not fear. Fields and livestock will be auspicious, and news from travelers will be clear.”

“Great Immortal, the things you say are too profound, I don’t really understand. Just tell me plainly what the result is—”

“Everything at home is good. Those in office will have career success, your family is happy and healthy, and the harvest is bountiful with thriving livestock,” An He sighed softly.

Could they not wait for her to finish her dramatic flair?!

“Hah! Truly wonderful, wonderful!” Hearing the Great Immortal’s words, the ghost jumped up from his chair in excitement, pumping his fist in the air several times. “The Great Immortal is truly divine! Thank you, Great Immortal!”

“It was nothing, nothing,” An He waved him off, her face remaining devoid of any smile.

The more she acted this way, the more authoritative she appeared. It made everyone feel her skills were high-level, and they wanted to praise her to the heavens.

Seeing the previous ghost leave with a smile, the surrounding ghosts scrambled forward, desperate to have “Immortal An” tell their fortunes.

But they were a step too late.

An He reached out, grabbed her bell and compass, and tucked them into her waist in one fluid motion. Holding the small saucer full of money, she turned and headed upstairs.

“Hey, Great Immortal!” the ghosts called out behind her, necks craned like hungry baby birds. “We haven’t had our turn yet, you…”

“Only nine readings a day,” An He said, turning her head back. Her yellow robe fluttered in the breeze, looking quite impressive. “Come back tomorrow, come back tomorrow.”

The moment she finished, a chorus of disappointed sighs erupted below.

An He ignored them. She took the stairs two at a time, dashed into her room, locked the door, and poured the money from the dish onto the table with a loud clatter.

“Refreshing!” she laughed, a look of pure delight on her face.

“Holding that in must have killed you, huh?” the System remarked, its voice tinged with amusement. “Seeing all that money and forcing yourself not to smile couldn’t have been easy.”

“Exactly, exactly,” An He nodded in agreement. She sat at the table and, before even taking off her yellow robe, began to count the money bit by bit, smiling as she did so.

Technically, she had been a young lady from a wealthy family; she had seen plenty of gold and jewels, so she shouldn’t have been this giddy over such small gains.

But money given by others vs. money earned by oneself—at the end of the day, it was different. Even if it was a small amount, the fact that she earned it made the feeling entirely different.

She was happy, proud, and felt like she could fly!

After counting the money, An He carefully tucked the silver into her small bundle and then turned to wash her hands.

“Since it’s so easy to make money, why don’t you do more readings?” the System asked while watching her wash up.

“If I do too many, they won’t be accurate. The larger the sample size, the more problems arise later,” An He said. “Besides, I don’t want to draw too much attention.”

“What if… Lin Ruoxue actually finds this place one day? I’d be discovered instantly.”

“True,” the System replied, surprisingly not refuting her.

It wasn’t until An He sat down at the table to eat that the System suddenly spoke again, its voice carrying a hint of a smile.

“Do you really think it’s that easy for her to find you? This is the realm of ghosts. Having one ‘accident’ like you is already rare; there won’t be a second accident.”

“Ah…” An He nodded, casually poking the flying will-o’-the-wisp beside her, her brows furrowing slightly. “That’s true, but it’s still better to be careful.”

During their conversation, they both overlooked a very important fact.

Normally, the ghost realm is indeed difficult to enter; one has to encounter a massive stroke of luck—or misfortune—to be the person who wanders in by mistake.

An He was that lucky girl.

However, in two days’ time, that explanation would no longer hold.

After all, two days from now is the Zhongyuan Festival (Hungry Ghost Festival), the day when the Gates of Hell open wide.

What if someone were to come charging in, riding the wind and treading upon the clouds?