Chapter 45: Summoning the Soul
All feasts must come to an end.
In the cold, desolate moonlight, amid the decrepit and ruined temple, flesh and blood mingled with the filthy mud on the ground.
It wasn’t the right occasion for singing "Farewell."
Chai Cuiqiao, holding her own skeleton, asked softly, "Is Young Master about to leave?"
"Yes," Li Ang nodded.
"Parting today, I do not know when next we might hear news of Young Master."
"...We will meet again if fate allows it, as long as one lives long enough," Li Ang sighed. "What are your plans for the future?"
"...." Chai Cuiqiao’s eyes dulled. Her birth mother had passed away long ago, her father saw her only as a tool for family transactions, and that husband in name only had already arranged a new marriage and taken another bride.
In this vast world, where could a Lone Ghost find peace and a place to exist?
"With my revenge fulfilled, I have no more wishes." Chai Cuiqiao tried to smile. "Fierce Ghosts like me, born from resentment and bitterness, tend to dissipate on their own once their grievance is avenged and they desire nothing more. The only way out is to find a den rich in yin energy and lie low."