A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 8

An He sat behind her small stall, lost in a daze.

Today, the entire Ghost Street really felt like it was the Lunar New Year. The sound of firecrackers crackling echoed everywhere, and child-like ghosts ran back and forth, their laughter ringing incessantly in her ears.

Even Ghost Brother, who usually guarded the shop religiously, had left. He said he needed to go back and prepare so he could take advantage of the dead of night to return home for a look.

Now the inn was even more deserted, leaving An He sitting all alone by the counter.

Weak, pitiful, and lonely.

“Why don’t you go out and take a look?” the System sighed. “You can sit here all day and no one will come. Everyone who can go back has already headed home; who’s going to stay here and listen to your nonsense?”

“I’m not going,” An He said. “I cannot abandon my post without authorization. This is my professional ethics. I must—”

Before she could finish, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a little ghost running past the entrance carrying a lantern.

The lantern was huge, and inside there seemed to be a glowing, dancing goldfish swimming around.

An He’s gaze was completely stolen by that goldfish; she didn’t snap out of it for a long time.

“You must what?” The System couldn’t help but laugh seeing her like this.

“I must…” An He paused, gathered her thoughts, and was just about to speak when she saw someone else strolling past the door while eating a steamed bun.

That bun was also massive and smelled incredibly fragrant. It made An He’s mouth water; every time the person took a bite, she felt like chewing along with them.

“Well?” the System asked. “Keep going. You must what?”

“I must…” An He stared longingly at the bun and sighed. Finally, she stood up from the bench and casually shed her yellow Taoist robe. “I must go out and take a look.”

“There you go!” the System exclaimed in her mind, its tone tinged with mockery. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to just decide that from the start?”

An He: “…” Fine, I know you wanted to go out and see, too.

She didn’t bother arguing back. She briskly grabbed some silver and stepped out of the inn without the slightest hesitation.

Only after coming out did she realize that the Ghost Street today was truly different—it was exceptionally prosperous and lively.

With just one glance, a phrase immediately popped into An He’s mind:

The Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts.

Oh wait, it was currently daytime.

Regardless, there were truly a lot of ghosts on the street today, forming a vast, bustling crowd.

She saw ghosts who had died in every way imaginable in their past lives; in just this short while, An He had spotted no fewer than ten causes of death.

There were those with bowl-sized holes in their heads, those with white silk nooses wrapped around their necks, those with bite marks on their faces, and even those with knives stuck in their backsides…

“Greetings, Great Immortal!” Upon seeing An He come out, a ghost who had previously sought her for a fortune-telling immediately smiled and greeted her.

“Mm,” An He responded unhurriedly, looking solemn and elegant.

“Pfft.” The System’s laughter echoed in her mind; it clearly wasn’t used to An He acting like a “refined expert” in front of others.

An He: “…”

“How do you have the time to come out and play today?” the ghosts continued to ask, their faces looking quite festive.

“I have come out to absorb the essence of Heaven and Earth,” An He said with a straight face. “The spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth is quite vigorous today…”

“You make it sound so real,” the System spat in her mind.

An He: “…Why do you always undermine me!”

“Oh, oh, oh!” The ghosts didn’t understand what she was saying anyway, so they just smiled. “These things are too profound for us to understand.”

“But since you’re out today, you should enjoy yourself! The Ghost Street is incredibly lively today!”

“I will, I will,” An He nodded in response.

Before the group of ghosts left, they stuffed a bunch of food into An He’s hands. It was packed in paper bags, containing various kinds of small pastries.

An He originally wanted to endure the hunger and wait until she got back to eat, but the pastries were so fragrant that she couldn’t resist wanting a taste.

In the end, she had no choice but to go to a mask vendor by the roadside, buy a fox-face mask, and put it on, leaving only her mouth exposed.

Now that no one could recognize her, An He enjoyed the peace, snacking while she wandered through the streets.

After wandering through half the street like this, stopping and going, she gradually began to feel a bit tired.

It was approaching noon. About half the ghosts on the street had likely gone back to cook, leaving only a small portion still tirelessly roaming about.

Feeling that there wasn’t much more excitement to see, An He tucked the bag under her arm, hugged it to her chest, and turned around to head back to the inn.

In the moment she turned, someone suddenly brushed past her.

It was a man with messy hair, a beard, and tattered clothes.

An He felt a sharp pain where he bumped her. She reflexively glanced at the man’s face and was instantly startled by his eyes.

They looked incredibly fierce, as if there were knives in his pupils, sending a chill to the depths of one’s heart.

He looked different from all the other ghosts on this street.

He was practically out of place.

The man bumped into her without even a word of apology; he didn’t even look at her as he continued walking forward.

An He sighed, withdrew her gaze, and slowly walked back, thinking as she went.

She felt that the man looked a bit familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

An He returned to the inn and went straight to the kitchen in the back.

Before Ghost Brother left, he had told her that if she got hungry, she could just go to the back and make something; there were plenty of ingredients.

When An He went in, it was just as he had said—chicken, duck, fish, and meat were all there.

This made her overjoyed. She immediately started the stove and heated the oil, preparing to make herself a delicious feast.

The busy work made An He lose track of time, completely immersed in her own little world.

The table outside was eventually covered with the dishes she had prepared. At a glance, it was all meat—not a single green leaf in sight.

Finally, An He felt she should balance her nutrition and couldn’t just eat meat. So, she turned back to the kitchen, broke off a few leaves, and prepared to stir-fry a vegetable dish.

Just as she was about to finish, a sudden sound of a bell rang out from the front.

It was the string of bells she had placed on her fortune-telling stall; An He knew the sound as soon as she heard it.

She thought it was some naughty child who had wandered in to cause trouble by ringing her bell on purpose, so she hurried out to take a look.

It wasn’t a child. Instead, it was a woman dressed in white, sitting upright on a long bench.

She looked as though she had come to have her fortune told.

However, this woman didn’t show her face; she wore a fox-face mask identical to An He’s, with a faint smile playing on her lips.

Her figure… looked a bit familiar.

An He clicked her tongue, thinking she might be a bit abnormal today—why did everyone look familiar?

“A fortune-telling, is it?” She paused and tidied her clothes slightly before asking.

The woman didn’t speak; she only nodded.

“I don’t tell fortunes at noon,” An He said, anxious to eat, so she turned her down. “Please head back for now and return after the afternoon.”

Before her voice had even faded, she saw the woman fish out a gold ingot from her waist and gently place it on the table.

“Sorry to trouble you,” she then said softly. “Please tell it now.?”