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To actually do that kind of thing in a coffin...that's really something!

"Hmph, what a pair of lovebirds! You think you're so high and mighty, so upright and incorruptible? You're full of righteousness and morality, aren't you? Ha, so the legendary scholar who's supposed to be celibate is actually a lecherous devil. No wonder he's on par with the painter Jin!" The venomous ghost's gaze swept back and forth between the two, finally settling on Fan Qingbo. "So this is the kind of person you like."

Suddenly, he pulled her out of the coffin, grabbed her chin, and looked her up and down.

"She is somewhat attractive, but to be able to attract the attention of a dignified scholar like her, she must have other merits."

The ghost's curious gaze made Fan Qingbo instantly think of two words often found in erotic novels: "famous instrument"! So this big shot from Ghost Valley has the same thought process as the people of the capital, and also thinks she is particularly good in bed... A chill ran down her spine, and she tried her best to maintain a timid expression, lowering her eyes and trying not to look at him.

Little did anyone know that just a simple gesture of lowering his eyes would trigger his sensitive spot.

"Why won't you look at me! Do you think I'm scary-looking?"

...Isn't this guy a little too sensitive?

Fan Qingbo's chin was almost crushed as she was forced to raise her head, bringing her face almost to zero distance. It was a face so terrifying and grotesque that twisted scars looked like they were crawling with countless insects, with spiderweb-like blood vessels and rotten, purplish flesh... The whole person looked like a vengeful ghost that had crawled up from the eighteenth level of hell.

She desperately suppressed the fear and nausea churning inside her, managing to force a smile.

"How could that be? Sir, you are so handsome, your love story is so tragic and passionate, it's almost unbearable for me to look at you directly..." Her voice was muffled because her chin was being choked.

Before he could finish speaking, the hand that was gripping her chin suddenly moved down and cruelly grabbed her neck!

The vengeful ghost's eyes widened in fury, as if a nerve had been pierced, and it went berserk, yelling, "Liars! Hypocritical bastards! Die!"

Feeling the hand on her neck tighten suddenly, a suffocating, drowning-like sensation washed over her. "Ugh..."

Fan Qingbo's face turned blue and purple from being choked, her eyes rolling back in her head. Just as she gave up struggling and decided to resign herself to waiting for her old colleagues from the underworld to come and take her away, a heavenly sound came and pulled her wandering soul back to its senses.

"Let her go."

Along with this gentle voice, there were also gasps from the four disciples of Guiguzi.

The vengeful ghost turned its head and saw the scholar leaning against the coffin, casually twirling a silver pen in his hand. Beneath him was a pool of blood, and on his left wrist was a shocking scratch, from which black, poisonous blood kept gushing out and dripping.

"I've heard that the Valley Master of Ghost Valley has ordered me to be captured alive? I've heard that the rules of Ghost Valley state that those who fail in a mission will be tortured to death by ten thousand insects devouring their hearts? Brother Ghost, tell me, did Miss Fan in your hands die faster, or did my blood flow faster?"

The scholar's voice was gentle and calm, yet it sent a jolt through the vengeful ghost. "I never imagined that the Silver Scholar's amorousness would rival that of the Golden Painter." He sneered in a strange tone, then released Fan Qingbo, tossed down a bottle of wound medicine, and led the Four Masters of Ghost Valley to the side.

Fan Qingbo was thrown to the ground and before he could catch his breath, he frantically turned around to look for the scholar.

"Ah!" she screamed uncontrollably, then helplessly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face without warning. "You..."

The scholar smiled at her as usual, but seeing that she was pale and coughing incessantly, looking disheveled and as if she wanted to crawl over, he quickly stopped her: "Miss Fan, please don't come over, my blood is poisonous."

Fan Qingbo stopped in her tracks upon hearing this, momentarily stunned. Yes, if his blood weren't poisonous, why would the vengeful ghost be coerced by him? Wouldn't it have been simpler to send the Four Masters of Ghost Valley to stop the bleeding? She had completely forgotten something so important… But she quickly put it out of her mind, because—"What are you grinning about over there for? Hurry up and stop the bleeding!"

When the scholar heard her scolding him, his eyes lit up, and he grinned even more foolishly. His expression was so sweet it could make someone sick of it.

Fan Qingbo felt a chill run down her spine, goosebumps rose all over her body, she decisively wiped away her tears, and turned her head away from him.

A moment later, the scholar finished tidying up, threw away his blood-stained robe that had been torn in half to bandage his wound, and then walked over to her. The two sat side by side.

It was already night, and although there were few stars, the mountain breeze was pleasant.

Such a beautiful night, with a lovely lady by your side, composing poems under the flowers and moon—it should be a wonderful thing. The only downside was that the five people next door were roasting wild rabbit over a campfire. The aroma wafted over, and the scholar, who was about to recite poetry, was met with a rumbling stomach. Under the disapproving gaze of the lady beside him, he had no choice but to give up.

After scorning the scholar, Fan Qingbo also took a jab at the five ghosts of Guigu Valley. Not only did they refuse to share their food, but they even dragged them out of their coffins to smell the fragrance. Suddenly remembering the kiss that had been ruined earlier, both old and new grudges surged within him, and he mentally cursed those five ghosts a thousand times over.

In the silence, the scholar seemed to have made a big decision and spoke.

"Miss Fan... I am very happy."

Fan Qingbo thought he had misheard. "What?"

The scholar stared intently at her, smiling shyly, "Miss Fan just shed tears for me..."

"Stop, stop." Fan Qingbo couldn't resist his overly bright eyes, so she simply turned her head away and waved her hand to clear her name, "Well, I cried because I was scared by that pool of blood on you, not because of you. Don't flatter yourself."

The scholar's eyes dimmed slightly in hurt, then brightened again. "Miss Fan was so worried about me that she even forgot about her own safety..."

"That's because I was scared out of my wits by a vengeful ghost. I would have been worried if anyone else had cut their wrists for me, not because of you."

The scholar gritted his teeth, risking his face burning red, and launched his final attack: "Just now, inside the coffin, you...you..." Under the murderous gazes of those around him, coupled with his own embarrassment, his voice weakened again, "...this and that..."

"Helping others is the source of happiness. I only helped you because I saw you were about to explode. This kind of thing is too depressing and not good; it can easily lead to a mental breakdown. Besides, I didn't end up helping you anyway, so you don't need to thank me."

Fan Qingbo tried hard to ignore the unusual heat rising on his face and spoke boldly, thinking he could scare this pedantic bookworm.

To everyone's surprise, his face, pale from blood loss, lit up after hearing this, and he excitedly grabbed her hands and held them tightly. He looked at her with eyes so tender they seemed to melt, and said with heartfelt joy, "Miss Fan is indeed a kind, generous, and helpful girl. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for!"

...Can someone tell her that this scholar isn't actually the person with a split personality she thought he had, but rather someone who's pretending to be weak while actually being strong?!

Wasn't he supposed to be the most respectful of etiquette? Wasn't he supposed to value virtue the most? Shouldn't he be saying "Miss Fan, please have some self-respect"? Why did it turn into "a good person seeking a relationship"? How does this guy's brain work?!

"...So, how about we set our wedding date for next month?"

"Hey, that's enough!" What's going on? She was only distracted for a moment, how did things get to the point of setting a wedding date? Fan Qingbo frowned, trying to pull her hand away, but couldn't. So she glared at him, "Let go!"

"I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself..."

"Even sages say that emotions should be expressed but restrained by propriety. Young Master Shu, you should be more mindful of your actions!"

Rebuked like that, the scholar sheepishly withdrew his hand, realizing for the first time in his life that not everything the sages said was good.

Fan Qingbo placed his hands folded on his knees with a serious expression, straightened his back, and put on a stern face, deciding to have an adult conversation with this scholar whose thought process was not on the same track as humans. "To be honest, young master, we are not very familiar with each other."

Ignoring the scholar's protesting gaze, she continued, "Regarding the issue of responsibility, I maintain my original judgment. There may be friendship and gratitude between us, but there is no love, and I will not accept such a marriage."