God's Gift

In the city of Gusu outside the Never-Sleeping Ghost Realm, the clouds and rain had stopped, the sky was bright, and the rain water falling on the bluestone slabs gathered into gurgling streams, flowing down through the low-lying areas.

Fang Ling, who had drunk a belly full of tea, ran hurriedly into the toilet and pulled up his pants to relieve the stuffiness in his stomach. But just after relaxing for a while, he saw something squatting in the corner of the toilet, which looked like a person in the dark.

"What is that?" Fang Ling lowered his head in confusion and looked towards the corner, but suddenly met a pair of eyes.

Only then did he see clearly the "person" squatting in the toilet. Perhaps it could not be called a person. It was as big as a pig, with a tiger nose and pig teeth, and a face that was a bluish purple color.

"Ah!!" Fang Ling screamed immediately, hurriedly pulled up his pants, ran out of the toilet in a few steps, and ran back to the teahouse in panic.

As soon as Ning Jin sent A Li away, she heard Fang Ling's scream coming from downstairs. Her face changed slightly, and she immediately stood up, lifted her skirt and ran downstairs a few steps, grabbing the panicked Fang Ling.

"What's wrong?" Ning Jin looked at Fang Ling's lost appearance and asked carefully, "But what happened?"

When Fang Ling saw Ning Jin coming down, she held back her tears of fear, suppressed her fear, and quickly pulled Ning Jin out, saying to her in a trembling voice:

"Ajin, let's go, there's a ghost here!"

When Ning Jin heard this, his expression froze for a second, and then he asked as if nothing had happened: "How could there be a ghost?"

"Ajin, it really is!" Fang Ling replied immediately:

"When I went to the toilet just now, I felt something staring at me in the corner. When I looked down, I saw something that looked like a pig squatting in the toilet and peeking at me!"

Ning Jin's expression became a little subtle when she heard Fang Ling's description, but she did not follow Fang Ling out. Instead, she pulled the nervous Fang Ling and comforted her softly:

"Maybe a wild boar from somewhere accidentally got into the toilet. The weather was bad today, so you didn't see it clearly and mistook it for something else."

Fang Ling was not comforted by Ning Jin and continued to ask, "How could it be? It not only looks like a pig but also like a person. It must be some kind of ghost..."

"Don't be anxious." Ning Jin raised his hand to tidy up Fang Ling's hair, staring at Fang Ling with gentle eyes. Fang Ling gradually calmed down in those eyes as warm as autumn water.

"Let the shopkeeper check it out."

Fang Ling calmed down, he swallowed his saliva, and looked in the direction of the latrine. The shopkeeper had already taken the waiter to surround the latrine. Sure enough, a wild boar jumped out of the latrine after a while and disappeared beside it. in the bamboo forest.

Fang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Ning Jin as if he had been pardoned, and smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. My father has been telling me stories about ghosts to scare me since I was a child, which has made me a little afraid of ghosts and other things..."

Ning Jin listened to Fang Ling's words, and the smile on his face faded a little. He responded as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, I'm afraid too."

After saying that, she slightly side-glanced towards the bamboo forest where the wild boar was fleeing. From an angle that Fang Ling couldn't see, there was a hint of fierce murderous intent in her eyes.

In the bamboo forest, the toilet ghost that had just transformed into a wild boar looked at Ning Jin in fear. Its pair of fat legs kept shaking, and its already purple face became even more purple.

Ning Jin retracted his gaze, looked at Fang Ling with a smile, and suggested: "It's getting dark, let's go release river lanterns."

"Okay." Fang Ling had made a fool of herself in front of Ning Jin, and just now she was still annoyed at her own cowardice. When she heard Ning Jin said that he wanted to release river lanterns, she quickly responded:

"I have just ordered the servant to drive the carriage here. This way, you don't have to worry about getting your clothes wet by the rain on the way to the canal."

"Okay." Ning Jin nodded with a smile and walked out with Fang Ling.

The servant outside the teahouse had been waiting in a carriage for a long time. Ning Jin followed Fang Ling to the eaves, looked at the horse pulling the carriage, and frowned slightly.

Fang Ling didn't like driving in the city. It was the first time that the debt ghost who turned into a horse saw Ning Jin. After seeing Ning Jin's appearance, the debt ghost's legs trembled.

Ning Jin withdrew his gaze without changing his expression. Just as he was about to walk down the steps towards the carriage, Fang Ling had already taken a few steps forward and bent down in front of Ning Jin.

Ning Jin paused and asked hesitantly, "What is this?"

Fang Ling laughed innocently, looked at the gurgling rain on the bluestone slabs under his feet, bent down and replied: "It just rained, and the bluestone slabs are all wet. I'll carry you to the carriage to avoid getting your dress wet."

Ning Jin stood there, looking at Fang Ling's bent back, his expression slightly stunned, "It's only a few steps away, it's not appropriate for a young master like you to do these things."

"What's wrong with that? Ajin is in poor health and can't get wet, and I..." Fang Ling was about to talk about the engagement, but she felt shy when she said:

"I'm not an outsider. This is what I should do."

Ning Jin was silent for a long time, looking at Fang Ling's cloth shoes soaked in the muddy water, which were covered with mud. She slowly walked forward a few steps and climbed onto Fang Ling's back.

Fang Ling carefully carried Ning Jin on his back, and walked very cautiously even though it was only a few steps away. The air was a little quiet, so Fang Ling started talking:

"Ajin is so light, as light as a piece of paper."

Ning Jin lay on Fang Ling's back, looked at Fang Ling's red ears, and said, "Even if I'm not well, I can't be as light as paper, otherwise I would have died long ago."

"How can you say that!" Fang Ling immediately retorted upon hearing this: "That's so unlucky. Ajin won't die, but you will live a long life!"

Ning Jin looked at Fang Ling's anxious expression, his eyes fixed on his profile, and after a long while he replied softly:

"it is good."