My Ghost Lover Is Too Annoying

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the passage widened and he entered a room with the

stairs facing him.

Chen

Ming climbed up without

thinking and suddenly someone shouted,

“Stop!”

He

could not help but shiver and

looked over. He saw a large box covered with a piece of cloth on a long table.

The

box was not big enough to hold an adult. The loud sound came from a

man, not a child. Could it be someone who played a

trick with a recording?

Chen

Ming didn’t make a sound and waited for the voice again.

“Come here, I know you can hear me.”

Chen Ming didn’t move and asked, “Are you in the box?”

“This is a cage.”

It was a cuboid that could be either a box or a cage. Hearing his answer, Chen Ming knew it wasn’t a prank. He slowly walked over, gently grabbed the cloth, paused for a moment and lifted it.

There was a small animal in the cage. It was startled by his movements. It rushed into the corner and growled at him, showing its teeth.

“What,

it’s just a big mou..” When he was halfway through his sentence, Chen Ming’s look changed. He stared fixedly at the little

thing whose fur was golden under the fire. Then

he slowly knelt to take a closer look.

“Stupid!”

He heard the voice again as

if it directly entered his mind. The anger was vividly displayed in

the round eyes.

Now,

Chen Ming finally knew why he felt weird. There was a

weasel of high cultivation locked underground in the haunted house.

Many places in the countryside had memorial altars for it, and the people used to honor it as “the Huang Immortal” for its spirituality. Now, there was no altar. It was even put in the cage. Who could bear this?

“What should I call you? Master Huang?”

“Whatever you want! Let me out!”

Chen

Ming wasn’t frightened by the Huang Immortal’s irritability

and started to negotiate,

“I can let you go. But shouldn’t you do me a favor

too?”

The yellow weasel lowered its head, showed its teeth, and growled again to

show its displeasure. The fire flickered and the shadow fluttered on the wall, making it

even more terrifying. But Chen Ming was still unmoved, waiting for its

answer.

“There is no such thing as a free meal.”

There was probably

nothing the weasel could do about it. After a few seconds, the roar died

down. The weasel replied,

“What do you want?”

Chen Ming smiled, “To revive in a new guise, do you know how?”

After hearing Chen Ming’s request, the weasel stood up. It approached and looked into Chen Ming’s eyes, “You’re not an ordinary human being.”

“It’s great that you find it out, otherwise you wouldn’t be so sensible..”

The weasel sniffled and turned around deftly, “I don’t know, but I can help you find it out.”

“Really?”

“We Huang Immortals never lie.”

“Okay, that’s a deal.” Chen Ming bit the wooden strip, picked up the pliers on the ground, and cut the lock.

The weasel ran straight out of the cage quickly, turned into a golden thread, and hopped towards the small hole by the wall.

Chen Ming had no reason to stay. He threw the iron pliers and went up the stairs. But it wasn’t long before his trousers were caught by something. He turned and found the weasel was back.

“What?”

The weasel pulled a pinch of hair from its tail and lifted it, “I will try my best to find a way to revive in a new guise. Take this. If you have an emergency,  burn it and I will come. This is my second way to repay.”

Chen Ming took it and observed it for a while before saying, “Thank you, Master Huang is dependable.”

The weasel disappeared.

Chen Ming shrugged and wrapped the weasel’s hair with a receipt. When reaching the top of the stairs, he found a wooden lid above. He shouted and pushed it open.

He looked out and found it was quite bright

outside. His girlfriend and a bloody zombie were staring at him.