Chapter 4: The Arrival of the Senior Sister

The barbecue boy tightly embraced his chest: "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping with Chen Wan? Why are you trying to take advantage of me?"

The barbecue chef struck Meng Donghe on the right shoulder and said: "What are you talking about? It's easy to just eat and drink without care; I am always at your service!"

Meng Donghe could not contain his curiosity; he pulled the quilt completely off, revealing the bed to be utterly empty, not even a single hair left behind. He turned around and asked, "What on earth is going on? Did you destroy your father's corpse?"

Alright, I won't hold it against you. I am a man, and for the sake of your pretty little face, I will let it go. Meng Donghe kept hypnotizing himself, after all, she is the senior sister

Yu? Meng Donghe quickly reacted, hurriedly took out the piece of dark green jade and handed it over: "Here it is."

Uncle Liu mentioned that you are here to assist me, so what should I call you

The woman took the jade and a look of indignation appeared on her face: "I don't understand what my father is thinking, to have chosen such a person."

Liu Xiangxiang remained silent, opened her small bag, and took out a small white porcelain bottle. Upon opening it, a refreshing fragrance filled the entire room. Inside the bottle was some white powder, which she evenly sprinkled over the corpse. The powder seemed to flow endlessly, prompting Meng Donghe to want to take it and investigate what secrets it contained.

Meng Donghe glanced around at the people nearby, none of whom noticed him as they busily enjoyed their barbecues and drank their beers. He calmed himself and approached the barbecue chef: "For the next three days, I will be staying with you at night."

Before meeting Uncle Liu, I had only read "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and had never seen a ghost with my own eyes, Meng Donghe honestly confessed

Meng Donghe was somewhat at a loss for words, and after a long pause, he finally said: "Thank you"

The corpse is not as important as you imagine; after a person dies, the soul is what truly matters. What lies here is not my father, but merely a skin that he once inhabited, not worth a single tear! After Liu Xiangxiang finished speaking, she put away the small bottle and refrained from saying anything further.

Aren't you going to tell me? Meng Donghe's excitement, which had just been ignited, was doused with a bucket of cold water.

Liu Xiangxiang looked incredulous: "Heavens, my father actually chose you, giving all his cultivation to this little novice?" She felt somewhat dejected, "Well, who told me that since ancient times, knowledge is passed down from father to son? I will tell you now, ghosts are not as you imagine. While there are indeed beautiful and kind ghosts in 'Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio', they are only a part of the whole. You will understand this in the future."

Meng Donghe hurriedly led the way. Upon seeing her father lying neatly on the bed, Liu Xiangxiang's expression finally softened, thanks to Meng Donghe's careful act of covering Liu Chunyang with a blanket.

Liu Xiangxiang's hands were soft yet strong, possessing a peculiar sense of calm. Meng Donghe ceased his movements until the milky mist gradually dissipated, revealing that Liu Chunyang was no longer on the bed

But how should Uncle Liu's body be handled? Meng Donghe rubbed his hands together awkwardly; this was his first time facing a dead person

Meng Donghe turned around, his pupils instantly dilating. It was a young woman dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, but how could there be such a pure woman?

"I scoff at this. You talk to me about this while I'm busy, don't get in my way." The barbecue vendor sidestepped to fetch beer for the customers

Meng Donghe glanced at the sorrowful female ghost and fortunately bit down on his lower lip, preventing himself from crying out. The female ghost cast a glance at Meng Donghe, shivered all over, and immediately vanished from sight

"Are we going to live here from now on?" Liu Xiangxiang looked around and saw that there was only one room, her face showing some difficulty.

This is not something that can be explained in just a few words; I will tell you slowly. Liu Xiangxiang shot him a glance and said, "What are you so anxious about? Do you think anyone can become a celestial master?"

"I scoff at that. It's a long story, and I'll tell you later. I must stick with you for three days; after that, I will have my plans. " Meng Donghe almost threatened: "You decide, is it feasible or not? Just one word; it all depends on whether this brother can hold on or not."

On the evening of the third day, Meng Donghe sat quietly at the door, gazing at the staircase. He did not smoke, but placed a bottle of beer beside him, taking a sip now and then. Time passed silently, and as night fell, Meng Donghe grew somewhat impatient. He stood up, prepared to open the door, and then call the police. The person had died of natural causes, which had nothing to do with him; if it was unclear, he would take some time to explain.

Only then did Meng Donghe see the smoke swirling above the corpse, the milky white mist obscuring his vision completely. He waved his hands vigorously, but was held down by Liu Xiangxiang: "Don't move around."

Three days is not a long time, yet Meng Donghe has not seen anyone arrive. He is somewhat doubtful; how would the person know to come here? And who would that person be? There are no signs of decay on Liu Chunyang's body, which reassures Meng Donghe. However, this is already the third day; will anyone actually come?

What is purity? A woman with a beautiful and clean face is not necessarily pure. Meng Donghe has always believed that purity is reflected in the eyes; one can see the essence in the eyes, and that is what true purity is. Even the Chen Wan he desperately pursued, he never considered pure. However, the woman before him astonished him; she was clearly the modern-day Little Dragon Girl.

Although you are my father's heir, I entered the field earlier and have a higher level of cultivation than you. It is not unreasonable for you to call me "Senior Sister." You were originally an ordinary person, so you should listen to me more in the future and not act on instinct. How much do you know about matters of the underworld?" Liu Xiangxiang unceremoniously sat down on the sofa and asked Meng Dong and Tushuhe.

Men always have a sense of pride. Although Liu Xiangxiang possesses extraordinary beauty, upon encountering her, he does not even glance at himself, and even in conversation, there is a hint of arrogance in her demeanor. This leaves Meng Donghe feeling somewhat displeased. No matter how curious he is about the contents of that small bottle, he is unwilling to ask her about it.

"You can sleep in the bedroom; I can just sleep on the sofa." Meng Donghe has always been considerate, and this time Liu Xiangxiang glanced at him.

She returned the jade to Meng Donghe, not sparing him a glance, which made Meng Donghe feel pressured. She briefly introduced herself: "My name is Liu Xiangxiang, where is my father's body?"

At that moment, a somewhat puzzled female voice came from behind: "You are the heir?"

A head of long, jet-black hair was tied up high, and that waterfall-like ponytail made Meng Donghe's imagination run wild. If that bundle of hair were a river, he would rather drown in it. However, it was the woman's eyes that were even more captivating; they were clearly a pool of autumn water, with ripples that could stir one's soul. At this moment, those eyes were fixed intently on him, filled with a questioning gaze.

The woman's rosy lips were bitten by her own teeth, and after a long pause, she finally spoke: "What about the jade?"