My Zombie Husband

34. Chapter 34: Tibetan Girl Sam

Translator: mellet

Xia Mingyu was slightly distracted, and Wu Jiuge didn’t disturb him, but went aside and poured a bowl of buttered tea.

“My Lord, please have some tea.” The porcelain bowl was handed over, and Xia Mingyu came back to his senses, took the porcelain bowl and half leant against the wall. Taking a sip of buttered tea, Xia Mingyu thought the taste was a little strange. He was not used to drinking it… “Could you call me another way? Don’t call me ‘My Lord’. I have a name, which is Xia Mingyu.”

“It is the rule. The rule cannot be changed.” Wu Jiuge firmly said, Xia Mingyu was speechless and it took him a long time before he continued to say, “You can change the way you call me, whatever it is. ‘My Lord’ is really not very good, I don’t like it.”

Wu Jiuge was silent for a moment and raised his head and said, “Then, young master?”

Xia Mingyu rolled his eyes. God! Couldn’t it be changed to an ordinary name? Oh, come on, why is he talking about this with a stubbom man?

“I’m a loser. Whatever.” Xia Mingyu raised his hand to surrender, drank a little more buttered tea, and then put it down. “When will you send me back to Luoyang?”

He should admitted that he really wanted to go back to Luoyang to see Zhao Yun and other friends. Although Cao Pi was also there, he felt at ease when he stayed with Zhao Yun.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. But you cannot go back today, so please rest here.” Wu Jiuge said quietly, “Because of the breath in your body, it has attracted many demons and ghosts, but no one dares to ran riot here. When I clean them up, you’ll be safe, my young master.”

Wu Jiuge’s indifferent tone seemed to be talking about a group of things that had nothing to do with them. Xia Mingyu swallowed saliva, he really wanted to ask: so many demons, can you really beat them?

There was a sudden sound of wind chimes upstairs, and Wu Jiuge raised his eyes and said to Xia Mingyu, “Young master, please rest here. Just don’t go out of this room. I’ll go upstair and deal with something.”

As he said it, he turned to the curtain to change into women’s clothes, and the cold and pretty woman opened the door and walked out. Then, the iron door separated them. Xia Mingyu watched the iron door “bang” shut tightly, clasped his hands, and turned to pick up the Crying-moon-blade on the ground.

The silver moon on the blade reflected the light and Xia Mingyu looked at it in a daze. He didn’t know what Wu Jiugue meant by “the son of the Spirit”, but he could be sure that this word was of great significance to many people. Perhaps everyone came for this “body of the Spirit”, such as the ghosts who chased him in his childhood, such as Cao Cao, who kidnapped him. It may even be the same with Mu Feng.

What about Zhao Yun? Did Zhao Yun approach him because he was the son of the Spirit? But if so, why didn’t he eat him directly but save him instead?

There was no memory of blood deed in his mind, but the touch on the lips at that time…

Xia Mingyu shook his head hard and drove those strange ideas out of his mind. What was on his mind? Shouldn’t the blood deed be settled by a drop of blood? What did it have to do with kissing? What was he thinking?

The boy’s face was so hot that he patted his cheek with the back of his hand and poured several mouthfuls of buttered tea. Although he didn’t like it very much, the cold tea finally cooled his feverish cheeks.

Because of boredom, Xia Mingyu took the Crying-moon-balde to practice the tricks. Although the swordsmanship and spearmanship taught by Zhao Yun were used in the battle with Cao Pi, the gap between the strength of the two was so big that every time, before he used the tricks completely, Cao Pi had already beaten him.

So while depressed and disgusted, Xia Mingyu still somewhat admired Cao Pi. After all, he was so strong.

When Wu Jiuge came down to enter the room again, it was already more than four o’clock in the afternoon. Xia Mingyu was very hungry, so he followed Wu Jiuge to the restaurant outside. When he saw the food the waitress brought over, his eyes lit up, and he didn’t hesitate to pounce over, which could be considered as wolfing down.

Yesterday, because of the serious injury, he didn’t eat much, and this morning, because of the torment of “Die-on-the-third-day”, he did not eat breakfast.Later, after being sent to Wu Jiuge by Xiao Yu and Tu Fu, Xia Mingyu had nothing to eat. After being hungry for such a long time, even gentle people could not remain reserved.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, dude. We have plenty of food here.” The waitress was a Tibetan girl who spoke fluent Mandarin and looked only 17 or 18 years old. She was tall, sexy and good-looking, with a unique Tibetan temperament.

When the girl saw Xia Mingyu looking up at herself, she happily handed over the tissue in her hand, “Do you need anything else? It’s known that the food in our restaurant is the best in Korla City, especially steak and Mongolian hot pot. ”

As the girl explained warmly, Xia Mingyu choked on a mouthful of food. He patted his chest and drank a few sips of tea before swallowing it. Then, Wu Jiuge picked up the paper towel and handed it to him to wipe his mouth. Then he said to the girl, “Sorry, Sangmu, young master is not used to eating these things.”

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. Eat more and you’ll get used to it.” As Sangmu said, the table on the opposite asked for orders. She apologized and turned around and left. Xia Mingyu looked at Sangmu’s back when she left and asked, “Well, is she always like this?”

Wu Jiuge didn’t say a word. Xia Mingyu glanced at the black child lying behind Sangmu. He did not feel wrong with that cold and gloomy gaze just now… “There are ghosts on her back. Do you know?”

This time, Wu Jiuge nodded and Xia Mingyu was puzzled, “In that case, why don’t you help her to get rid of the ghost? The ghost is sucking her life.” Although the small ghost was not too big, but his ability to suck other’s life would never be weaker than the ferocious ghost. Some ghosts may only suck a little from one person, but once the small ghost was attached to someone, he wouldn’t stop until he killed this person, especially when the small ghost seemed to have a lot of grievances.

Wu Jiuge replied naturally, “She didn’t turn to me. Why should I help her?” Still in a cold tone, like a formulaic machine. Xia Mingyu frowned, but said nothing more and ate obediently.

Wu Jiuge was silent for a long time before suddenly asking, “Young master, you want me to help her?” Now Wu Jiuge was dressed in woman’s clothes, but even if he shrank his bones and his height was about the same as Xia Mingyu’s, Xia Mingyu still felt unaccustomed and shook his head.

“This matter has nothing to do with me. If you don’t want to help, then don’t help. It’s fine.” As he said this, Xia Mingyu’s eyes were still focused on Sangmu who was busy with her. He was calculating the possibility of dealing with that little ghost.

Seeing that Xia Mingyu placed his hand on the Crying-moon-blade at his waist, Wu Jiuge said lightly, “This is a ghost boy, raised by herself.”

Xia Mingyu suddenly recalled the experience at the foot of Ghost Peak Mountain, and Lin Laowo…

“Is she crazy? Raising a ghost boy? Is she trying to harm someone?” Xia Mingyu was slightly agitated, but he knew where it was and his voice was not very loud, or he would already enjoy the gaze of the crowd.

Wu Jiuge shook her head, “No, she probably wants her career to go smoothly and make more money. But the ghost boy is too evil, and she doesn’t understand. Maybe she’s been cheated by someone.”

Xia Mingyu was stunned and looked at Wu Jiuge and asked, “You knew about this?”

“Almost. That ghost boy has been attached to her for more than a week.” Wu Jiuge never touched the bowls and chopsticks from beginning to end, and the beef and mutton in front of him were almost eaten by Xia Mingyu, who put down the chopsticks and hesitated to ask, “well, will she die?”

“Yes, it’s only a matter of time. As long as she makes a wish to the ghost boy, the ghost boy will achieve the wish for her by sucking her life. ”

Xia Mingyu looked at her indifferent attitude of talking about something small, thinking that Sangmu was facing the threat of death at such a young age, and felt a little sour in his heart.

“Can’t you… help her?” She was also a victim. “Xia Mingyu asked nervously, but Wu Jiuge got up and went to the account counter. Xia Mingyu knew that he definitely didn’t want to do this. He felt quite miserable in his heart. Watching Sangmu hurriedly come over and wanted to help out, he was not sure that he could resolve this matter. In the end, he was just a little bit too late.

“Let’s go.” When Wu Jiuying came back, Xia Mingyu got up and left the restaurant with him. Before leaving, he turned back to look at Sangmu. In a trance, he seemed to see the little ghost smiling at him.

“Life is fragile. People will die every minute and every second in this world. My young master, don’t feel sorry for one person.”

Wu Jiuge said. Xia Mingyu was just about to speak, when a cry came out in front of him: “Yo, Wu Jiuge, meet again.”

The familiar voice came from the front–it was Xiao Yu and Tu Fu. They were shopping. Wu Jiuge was surprised that they didn’t leave, but he didn’t show it on the surface.

“Wu Jiuge, what happened before? I just got ready to leave when I suddenly sensed a large group of ferocious ghosts coming over. Were they here to avenge you? ” Xiao Yu leaned over and smiled after seeing Xia Mingyu and said, “Hello, dude.”

Xia Mingyu recognized Xiao Yu, but did not recognize Tu Fu. After all, the last thing he saw before he fainted was Xiao Yu.

“It’s you. By the way, thank you for what happened before.” Thinking of that Xiao Yu detoxified himself and what Wu Jiuge said before, Xia Mingyu could basically confirm that both of them were elves. So in addition to gratitude, he took a step back without leaving a trace and kept his distance from them.

“You don’t have to say thank you. It’s no big deal.” Xiao Yu saw Xia Mingyu’s estrangement, but said nothing, standing on the other side with Tu Fu and talking to Wu Jiuge, “What do you think? Is he the one you’re looking for? ”

Xiao Yu seemed to be more interested in this matter, gossiping about it all the time. Wu Jiuge nodded, and then Xia Mingyu, who was originally understood, was confused by Xiao Yu’s next sentence: “Oh, that’s great. Wu Jiuge, you two have to be happy~let me send you a blessing kiss, mua~”