Don’t Be a Kept Man

lowest of the wandering spirits, without a lick of consciousness, only blindly repeating what they loved to do the most when they were alive.

Xun Chuan floated away, and created a mirage of a stranger’s face.
He looked exactly like a normal human.
Grabbing the bank card on the table, he walked downstairs and walked right alongside the pedestrians on the road, without shying away, as if he was one of the many many regular people in the crowd.

At this moment, no one knew he had died, just another face in the crowd.

When the sun was finally setting, Xun Chuan slowly made his way back.
He had gone to cash out a bunch of money from the bank and bought quite a few things with it, filling his hands to the brim.
When he reached the alleyway entrance of Yan Yu’s apartment building, there was an old granny with a cane walking around.
She was also a wandering spirit, walking everywhere everyday, mouth always mumbling, 

“Guo Feng…… Have you seen Guo Feng…… He should be returning home now……”

Guo Feng was her husband, but he had already moved away two years ago.
As a low level wandering spirit, they could not leave their place of death, and so she was trapped in this tiny spot.

Xun Chuan looked on coldly, and suddenly felt that he should count himself as lucky, but then thought that he wasn’t that lucky.

Yan Yu came back much earlier than expected, and the moment he came back, he was greeted with the many piles of bags on the table.
He looked at Xun Chuan, 

“You went out today.”

A statement, not a question.

“Hmm.”

Xun Chuan offhandedly hummed an acknowledgement and then continued to lie on the bed watching the TV.
Yan Yu didn’t say anything else and pulled open the curtain to take a look outside the window.
He then closed it up and pasted a few yellow talismans on top.

Seeing this, Xun Chuan blinked and wanted to say something when there was a sudden knock on the door.
The knock was light and slow, evidently not the landlady.
Yan Yu stopped what he was doing and looked to be contemplating if he should open the door.

Xun Chuan rolled around on the bed, 

“It’s a human, not a ghost.”

Yan Yu had the feeling then on who it was and opened the door.
Right outside was, without a doubt, the newly moved in neighbour.

“Hello.
I’m Su Qing who just moved in upstairs,” 

The girl smiled slightly, but her face made her look quite terrifying.
Her voice, in contrast to her appearance, was quite warm and gentle.
Without looking at her face, perhaps you would think she was a beauty that was out of this world just from her voice, 

“We will be neighbours from here on out and I don’t really have any greeting gift, but here are some cookies I baked myself.
I hope you will like it.”

And then she openly gave Yan Yu a box of cookies as her eyes casually glanced over the room.
She met eyes with Xun Chuan and she smiled, 

“Ah, what a beautiful young little brother.
Why is your neck bleeding though, you should wipe it up.”

Hearing this, Xun Chuan’s face immediately changed slightly.

Yan Yu emotionlessly looked at Su Qing but the other only smiled and waved her hand, 

“I’m taking my leave now.
Please take care of me in the future.”

Seeing her leave, Xun Chuan soundlessly covered the injury on his throat.
With his eyes darkening, he didn’t understand how Su Qing could see him.
Or perhaps, was she like Yan Yu, a shu-shi?

Yan Yu seemed to know what he was thinking and closed the door, 

“She’s not a normal human being.
Let’s see what the situation is first.”

And then continued to paste the remaining talismans on the door.

His actions were a bit unusual, and Xun Chuan couldn’t help but take a glance.
Yet he could only see a bazillion wandering spirits cramped around the window, looking like they would fight each other to swarm in.
Not long after, even the hallway was filled with noise, noises normal people would never be able to hear.

There were the sounds of women crying, hammers hitting on shells, and some kind of freakish laugh.
All sorts of sounds and noises were clustered together, much like a hodgepodge.
Yan Yu’s body structure all too easily attracted ghosts but it shouldn’t be this crazy.
With two fingers on his eyes and swiping across, he found that all the souls outside were wandering spirits, each next to the other, with quite some formality, as if lining up to go upstairs with their goal as the fourth floor.

Xun Chuan’s face darkened as he could clearly sense how troublesome that woman was going to be, 

“Do you want to go up and check up on the situation?”

Yan Yu honestly said, 

“No.
I can’t fight that many ghosts.”

A master within the normals, yet a misstep in the spirit world and that mistake could turn him into the same species as Xun Chuan.

There was a broken head ghost and he was just using a hammer to hit his own skull.
The sound was heavy and those who heard it could feel the pain rocketing through their own heads. 

Xun Chuan and Yan Yu stood behind the door and silently observed the movements outside.
Finding that those ghosts had furrowed and frowning expressions on their faces as they queued but the moment they stepped upstairs, they would absolutely be happy when they came down.

Xun Chuan sharply spotted an old granny with a cane standing in the queue.
It was the exact same one who wanders back and forth by the entryway, searching for her husband.
A thought quickly came to his mind, but he wasn’t quite sure.

Xun Chuan said, 

“I’m heading out to take a look.”

Yan Yu: “No.”

Xun Chuan: “Then you go and take a look?”

Yan Yu: “No.”

Xun Chuan closed his eyes and silently felt the surroundings.
He found that in the queue of wandering spirits, none of them had as high of a level of resentment as him.
He said to Yan Yu, 

“They’re all low level spirits, so there should be no problem.”

And then with a flash, he went through the door.

Resentment was surrounding Xun Chuan and it was not weak, so there was a sense of power to be feared.
Those wandering spirits unconsciously retreated, keeping a certain distance away from him.
Xun Chuan took a look around and followed the line all the way up.
To no surprise, it was Su Qing’s mess.

Her door was wide open and she was sitting quietly on the table.
In front of her was a stool and sitting there was a female wandering spirit.
He couldn’t see what she was doing, but her hands held a turtle shell, and she was waving it back and forth with the copper coin inside clanking, even more like a charlatan of a fortune teller than Yan Yu.

Notes:

Apologies to everyone who experienced the issue with last chapter ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´(00)`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Currently, Plum and I have fixed some tags on the back end (and also thank you very much to the NovelUpdates Team who fixed the issue so very quickly!!) and everything seemed to have been resolved /crosses fingers/ But lessons learned! We’ll take this in our backpacks and continue the hike onwards with this in mind! Thank you to everyone who was very positively receptive to the idea we had and I’m very happy that for those of you who were interested found it quite interesting and neat (glad to know my time was worthwhile hahaha) In any case, hope you Galactic Judges had a great and safe weekend, and see you Thursday 

Also… a little teaser(?) – the author has put a lot of foreshadowing in this volume  I think some readers have caught onto some parts (and by all accounts, Plum too haha) but a few more surprises to be thrown in our way ✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧