Chapter 94
Chapter 94
[Ding-Welcome to Nine Lives Live Stream. Live assistant 1688888 is binding.]
[Bound NPC: Pen Spirit Ren Yan.
Level: S-class vengeful ghost.
Ghost age: 116 years.
Bound Instance: Ningping County First People’s Hospital.
Position: Substitute ward-round nurse. (Please strictly follow the Instance procedure, or the Instance will mutate.)
Trigger or rules for ghostification: 1. Discovering that a patient has not taken their medicine properly. 2. Discovering that a patient has entered or exited the dispensary without permission.]
The Pen Spirit listened to the voice in her head-the one she had hidden from for so many years and still failed to escape. She let out a shriek on the spot, and two ghostly, sinister hands shot out. “Qiao Yu, I’m taking you down with me!”
Qiao Yu stared at the ten eerie fingers stretching toward him, and his scalp went numb.
Unfortunately, she was too fast. She seized him by the throat in one motion.
Shang Yan had assumed they knew each other and hadn’t been on guard. Who could have guessed she would suddenly turn on him? A silver chain carrying a bone-deep chill coiled around the Pen Spirit’s arm almost instantly.
“Let go!”
The Pen Spirit also released Qiao Yu’s throat the moment she realized something was wrong. Even though a layer of shattered frost had formed over her arm where the chain bound her, she only stared in astonishment at the bruised finger marks around Qiao Yu’s neck and blinked. “You… How can you…?”
Qiao Yu covered his neck and shook his head at Ren Yan. In a veiled tone, he said, “I don’t know either. I’ll explain when I get the chance.”
-Wait, what? Why did they start fighting out of nowhere?
-What kind of riddles are the Pen Spirit and the streamer talking in? They already fought, so why are they both making faces like “I didn’t mean to” and “I don’t know what happened either”??
-Did the person upstairs major in psychology? Or can you read minds?
-Oho, that guy and the Pen Spirit are about to fight. How lively, hahaha~
-Hold on, what do you mean you’ll explain later? Is there something even VIPs like us aren’t allowed to hear?!
-So the streamer’s name is Qiao Yu… Tsk, sounds like a girl’s name.
-Painted Skin: Are you an idiot? His name is Qiao Yu, Yu as in lush and flourishing.
-Sadako: Sigh, gie gie’s beautiful name has been exposed.
-Li Xiaoqin: Qiao Yu? I think his name should be more like Qiao Asking-for-a-Beating.
-The language teacher really is cultured. Sister Sadako has eyes that can discover beauty, and Sister Li is as funny as ever. Hahaha, applause!
-Are you a master of balancing the waters, upstairs??
Qiao Yu swallowed. His throat burned with pain.
This was worse than getting his neck cut open. At least then he could close the wound himself. Bruises like these still hurt.
Of course, even after being viciously choked by the Pen Spirit, Qiao Yu did not forget to save this old friend from the past. He hurriedly reached out and tugged Shang Yan’s sleeve, pulling his attention back.
Noticing that Shang Yan’s mood was not exactly good, Qiao Yu could only tilt his head up and put on a pretty smile. “Let’s talk this out. There’s been a misunderstanding…”
Shang Yan glanced at the marks on Qiao Yu’s neck, and the chain wound around his wrist tightened further.
The Pen Spirit shuddered. Looking at the chain binding her arm, she suddenly let out a sound of surprise. “Why does this chain look so familiar?”
-That’s right. It’s exactly what you’re thinking.
-Yep. We don’t know why the Soul-Reaping Chain is on him either. Had the honor of being whipped by it twice. Still haven’t recovered.
-Upstairs, are you No. 56??
-Fuck! Am I the only ghost who’s been whipped by it?
-No. You’re just the only one who hasn’t had their soul scattered yet.
-Hehehe. What an honor…
Shang Yan withdrew the chain, pulled Qiao Yu aside, and pressed him down onto the bed… Don’t get the wrong idea. He pressed him down to sit on the bed.
Warm fingertips gently touched the bruises on his neck. Shang Yan’s voice was a little muffled. “Does it hurt?”
Qiao Yu tilted his head. “A little. Just a tiny bit.”
Hearing that, Shang Yan’s amber eyes shifted, his gaze landing on the culprit. His expression was anything but friendly.
Seeing this, Pen Spirit hurriedly tucked both her arms behind her back and muttered under her breath, “Oh, so now you’re protective. Where was that energy earlier? Hmph. Affection that comes too late is worth less than grass…”
Her last syllable dragged on longer and longer, her voice growing quieter and quieter, until she successfully shut her mouth under the other party’s murderous glare.
Qiao Yu sensed the strange atmosphere in the ward. He leaned to the side and looked at Pen Spirit, who was standing in the middle of the room. “So the affection’s back?”
Pen Spirit nodded in perfect sync. “Mm. And the grass is cheap again.”
Not wanting to be left out, Shang Yan tugged Qiao Yu’s arm and pulled him back, his voice laced with restraint. “Clearly, the grass is green again.”
Qiao Yu was speechless.
Would this guy die if he went one day without stirring up trouble?
Although Qiao Yu’s banter dispelled the tense, explosive scene before it could take shape, Shang Yan still had no intention of giving Pen Spirit a pleasant look.
And as the leading representative of the tsundere faction, Pen Spirit was even less willing to lower herself and make peace.
While those two over there practically had pink bubbles floating around them, Pen Spirit could only stand silently to the side, tugging at the nurse uniform on her body in disgust. “Ugly. This color is way too plain…”
[Ding-Instance mission in progress: 1. Fill out the nursing label for patient in Bed 614. 2. Make rounds on the sixth floor and deliver medicinal broth to the patients.]
After hearing the electronic voice in her head, Pen Spirit gave a sneer. “Hilarious. Get this straight: I only compromised and became this substitute NPC for the sake of that heartless bastard. You actually expect me to obediently follow orders?”
Back then, if Qiao Yu hadn’t helped her out and gotten her away from this damned Live Stream Room, she might still be stuck here doing unpaid labor, suffering backlash from that energy day after day.
And at the time, Qiao Yu had seemed to know a lot about the Live Stream Room. Not only had he refused to say a word about it, he had always looked like he was planning something huge.
Who would have thought that after half a year without seeing him, this guy would suddenly crawl back from the dead-and apparently with a different shell, too.
But… would a different body really not cause any rejection reaction?
Pen Spirit was certain that Qiao Yu was still hiding secrets. Maybe even some earth-shattering secret…
[Substitute NPC, please carry out the mission strictly according to the Live Stream Room’s requirements.]
The voice in her mind interrupted her thoughts. Pen Spirit impatiently raised her voice. “Get lost. Don’t make me say it twice!”
[Warning: NPC shows signs of possible deviation. Live Stream Room correction failed. Instance Mutation countdown: 10, 9, 8…]
The moment Qiao Yu heard that, he immediately howled and clutched his neck. “Ren Yan, my neck hurts! You grabbed me so hard just now!!!”
The corner of Pen Spirit’s mouth twitched. Only then did she resign herself to picking up the lonely ballpoint pen on the floor and say through gritted teeth, “Shut up. I’ll. Write.”
“Remember to write ordinary external injury, thanks~”
Pen Spirit: “……”
I must have owed you in my last life!
Pen Spirit swiftly filled in “ordinary external injury” on the nursing label, then pushed the nursing cart out the door in a huff.
Qiao Yu immediately couldn’t sit still. He pushed Shang Yan aside and followed after her. “I’m going to work. You focus on recovering. Don’t run around.”
What could Shang Yan do?
He could only wait obediently.
An illness he had faked himself-he had to keep faking it to the bitter end, tears and all~
Once they were out the door and there were no “outsiders” around, Pen Spirit’s tsundere expression finally eased a little. She asked Qiao Yu, who had chased after her, “What exactly is going on with you? You vanished for no reason, and now you…”
Got possessed?
Tsk, no, it didn’t seem like possession… This face already looked a lot like Qiao Yu’s to begin with.
But borrowing a corpse to return to life shouldn’t be this bizarre, either. Qiao Yu’s body temperature was practically on par with hers.
Was this… the power of a malicious ghost, but with a human body?
Because of the Live Stream Room, Pen Spirit didn’t spell it out too clearly, but Qiao Yu understood.
He couldn’t help giving a bitter smile and shaking his head. “I don’t know either. Honestly, even now, my head’s still a mess. If I hadn’t seen you, I wouldn’t even have remembered you.”
“I get it. You were always a scumbag. Use someone, then toss them aside.”
Qiao Yu: “……Don’t make it sound so awful. I really did forget a lot of things.”