My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 919 - 541: What a Coincidence (Double-Length) (Part 3)

It was already curfew time, and the county town was deathly silent, with no one walking the roads, only the firelight of patrolling constables illuminating the streets.

Chen Yi held Yin Tingxue in his arms, sleeping deeply.

Donggong Ruoshu floated around in the adjacent room, playing without a care.

Until her own demise, Miss Donggong hadn't realized how fun it was being a ghost.

Without the constraints of a fleshly body, her whole being felt light as air, lighter than wearing no clothes at all. She could drift wherever she desired, and even scare people.

As for whether she could return to her own body?

Just an external possession.

Donggong Ruoshu glanced here and there, then stopped before the bed, watching them sleep nestled together, the rhythm of their breathing almost overlapping, which made her quite happy.

This was fine. Even if she seduced him and he couldn't have her, he wouldn't be too heartbroken.

Donggong Ruoshu took a big breath. A somewhat heated aura filled her nostrils, tasting odd yet not unpleasant, akin to what a ghost would need, so she took several more deep breaths.

Chen Yi's eyebrows knitted unconsciously. He turned uncomfortably, eyelids fluttering.

Donggong Ruoshu blinked, then saw the quilt slightly raised at about the waist, supported by a long hilt.

What a seasoned Jianghu traveler Chen Yi was, sleeping with a sword under his pillow.

Donggong Ruoshu admired Chen Yi's cautiousness, taking several more breaths of yang energy.

She didn't notice the sword hilt growing a little larger.

Outside, the moonlight was bleak, wavering as Donggong Ruoshu took deep breaths, suddenly detecting a...

Blood scent?!

Donggong Ruoshu's face showed shock. Her eyes darted around urgently, peering through the door crevice.

The scent of blood grew stronger.

The cold night wind brushed by, making the spring chill on the ground extra icy, even piercing Donggong Ruoshu as she followed the smell, slowly approaching.

The entire inn was silent, showing how well the bloody scent was concealed. Donggong Ruoshu took several wrong turns but was lucky to still catch the scent and keep up.

Before long, she reached the third floor and saw a door tightly shut, closely sealed. Just approaching brought a strong scent from the room, mixed with an indescribable smell, altering into an odd scent.

The moonlight was pale, shadows in the corridor eerie, occasionally rustling with the wind, intensifying the horror.

Upon trying, the door gap was tightly clogged. Donggong Ruoshu noticed a small hole in the window paper and cautiously peered through.

A person hung from the beam.

Legs off the ground, feet dangling, neck encircled by a rope, silently…...

Donggong Ruoshu shivered.

She clenched her lower lip tightly. In the moonlight, the toes of the hanging corpse pointed directly at the window hole, mud on the soles moving gently as if staring at her. Her throat tightened, suddenly noting the corpse's finger moved slightly.

Creak.

The noose straightened sharply. The corpse's neck turned slowly like rusty door hinges, facial skin cracking to reveal the blackened rotting flesh beneath.

Tear.

The corpse's coat split open at the seams.

Dark yellow liquid seeped from the navel, trickling down the noose, gathering into sticky drops at the toes.

Donggong Ruoshu recoiled in fear, staggering back against the railing, cold sweat covering her back.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a pale hand landed on her shoulder from behind.

Donggong Ruoshu froze. A human face peeked from her neck, eyes nearly touching her nose: "Didn't expect this room had a draft."

A hoarse sigh brushed her earlobe, making Donggong Ruoshu's neck tingle.

"Want to..." the person behind grinned, "help tighten the rope?"

Inside, the noose suddenly snapped. The hanging corpse dropped straight down onto the window paper, decapitated head rolling over.

Donggong Ruoshu, body stiff, slowly turned her head...

Looking up, she found...

This person had no shadow!

Donggong Ruoshu halted abruptly, suddenly calm, speaking familiarly: "What a coincidence, you're a ghost too?"