Chapter 107: Ghost Magnet
Luxian stood in stunned silence.
Her gaze shifted from the shattered gravestone...
To the collapsed crimson coffin...
Then back to Shen Yu.
A strange expression crossed her face.
It was as though she wanted to ask something.
But in the end...
She simply watched quietly.
Buzz...
White light enveloped her body.
Her figure gradually became transparent.
Before disappearing completely, she looked back one last time.
Then...
She vanished.
Silence returned to Harmony Burial Village.
Only Shen Yu remained.
He slowly pushed himself away from the broken wall.
Every movement sent waves of pain through his battered body.
Yet a faint smile rested on his lips.
As he walked toward the courtyard, he murmured softly,
"Actually..."
"Emohan never saw the wrong future."
"He only saw..."
"...the next cycle."
"He wasn’t wrong."
"He was simply trapped by what he believed."
Shen Yu looked toward the empty village entrance.
"The future..."
"...has never been absolute."
"It can always be changed..."
"...by what we choose in the present."
"The future where I survived alone..."
"...no longer exists."
"And..."
"Your future..."
"...has changed as well."
He smiled gently.
"Yun Han."
"You don’t have to hide anymore."
"Come out."
A gentle breeze drifted through the courtyard.
The lingering mist slowly gathered together.
Then...
A slender figure gradually materialized beside him.
Bright red wedding robes fluttered softly.
Yun Han quietly wrapped her arm around Shen Yu’s.
Her beautiful eyes no longer contained resentment.
Only peace.
"You should go now..."
She smiled gently.
"My wish..."
"...has finally been fulfilled."
"I have no regrets anymore."
"Thank you..."
Her delicate fingers carefully brushed across Shen Yu’s chest.
She could still feel the injuries hidden beneath his clothes.
Tears quietly welled up in her eyes.
"You’ve been hurt so badly..."
Shen Yu chuckled.
"It’s nothing."
Yun Han slowly released his arm.
"I’m going..."
"...to see my mom and dad."
Shen Yu suddenly stopped her.
"What do you mean?"
She blinked.
"Hm?"
"I told you before."
"I’m taking you away."
Without another word...
Shen Yu stepped forward.
And gently pulled her into his embrace.
Yun Han froze.
The next second...
A soft pink light radiated from Shen Yu’s body.
Buzz...
The entire world twisted.
The ruined village disappeared.
The crimson coffin vanished.
The black rain dissolved into countless particles.
When everything settled...
Yun Han slowly opened her eyes.
She stood inside a quiet study.
Ancient poetry books lined every shelf.
Classical paintings hung upon the walls.
Sunlight poured through the open windows.
The fragrance of plum blossoms drifted gently inside.
Beyond the bamboo grove...
A peaceful garden stretched into the distance.
Spring blossoms...
Summer bamboo...
Autumn maple leaves...
Winter plum flowers...
The four seasons coexisted harmoniously.
Warm.
Quiet.
Beautiful.
Yun Han stood there in complete disbelief.
"...Where..."
"...is this?"
She rushed toward the window.
"The sun..."
"There are flowers..."
"The wind..."
"How..."
"How can all four seasons exist together?"
Shen Yu smiled.
"Do you like it?"
"I..."
"I love it."
For the first time in over a decade...
She felt warmth.
Not ghostly Yin energy.
Not resentment.
Not hatred.
Simply...
Home.
Shen Yu looked out through the bamboo forest.
Then his expression suddenly stiffened.
Far away...
Beyond the trees...
He could vaguely see another elegant courtyard.
A familiar flower garden.
A familiar villa.
Even from this distance...
He could almost feel someone quietly watching from inside.
Yang Jin’s residence.
Shen Yu’s eyelid twitched.
"...System."
"You’ve got to be kidding."
"So this Heart Cabin..."
"...isn’t completely isolated?"
Before he could complain further...
Something soft embraced him from behind.
Warm arms wrapped around his waist.
Yun Han rested her cheek against his back.
Her voice trembled with emotion.
"So..."
"This is what you meant..."
"...by taking me away?"
Shen Yu nodded.
"You could say that."
Her eyes instantly reddened.
"This place..."
"...is wonderful."
"I want to read."
"I want to write poems."
"I want to live here."
"I want to fulfill all the dreams..."
"...I never had the chance to chase."
She smiled brightly.
"Shen Yu..."
"...thank you."
Then...
She tiptoed upward.
Smack.
A soft kiss landed on his neck.
Leaving behind a faint strawberry-colored mark.
Shen Yu rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Hold on."
"After I return to reality..."
"I’ll explain everything about this place."
"And..."
"I’ll introduce you to another friend."
"Hm?"
Before Shen Yu could continue...
Yun Han suddenly hugged him even tighter.
Warm breath brushed against his ear.
"I..."
"I want to repay you."
Shen Yu coughed awkwardly.
"Maybe..."
"...a few days later?"
She shook her head firmly.
"No."
"I’ve finally entered..."
"...my favorite place."
"And..."
"I’m with..."
"...my favorite person."
The next instant...
She pushed Shen Yu backward.
Books tumbled from the shelves.
The two of them fell into a mountain of scattered poetry collections.
The quiet study instantly became anything but quiet.
Half an hour later...
The black mist covering Lake Wu Street completely dispersed.
Although the surrounding wasteland still looked desolate...
The suffocating Yin aura had vanished.
The S-Rank dungeon...
Had truly disappeared.
Luxian sat behind the wheel of the sports car.
When Shen Yu finally emerged...
She stared blankly.
"..."
"..."
"What happened to you?"
Shen Yu blinked.
"What?"
Luxian pointed directly at his neck.
"There."
"And there."
"And..."
"...your shirt."
Only then did Shen Yu look down.
Several buttons had come undone.
Multiple strawberry marks decorated his neck.
Even his usually neat clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition.
He silently buttoned his shirt.
"..."
Luxian’s expression became increasingly strange.
"Shen Yu..."
"Please don’t tell me..."
"...you spent the last thirty minutes..."
"...having one final date with a ghost."
Shen Yu nearly choked.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Luxian folded her arms.
"Oh?"
"Then explain the bite marks."
"..."
She sighed dramatically.
"I get it now."
"No wonder female ghosts keep falling for you."
"So this..."
"...is your secret."
Shen Yu adjusted his collar expressionlessly.
"You’re overthinking it."
"We just talked for a while."
Naturally...
There was no way he could tell her...
That he had brought Yun Han out of the dungeon.
Some secrets...
Were meant to stay buried.
Luxian smiled knowingly.
"Of course."
"I believe you."
Her tone made it painfully obvious...
She believed absolutely nothing.
The sports car’s engine roared.
VROOOM!
The vehicle sped away from the abandoned village.
Shen Yu leaned back against the seat.
The cool night wind blew across his face.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Then muttered helplessly,
"...Did I seriously become a ghost magnet?"