Even hybrid monsters have their day

Seeing her like this, Peng Yuxian didn't seem to care much, and simply said, "Everything is normal. The doctor said she can be discharged this afternoon."

He emphasized the word "normal," which made Geng Miaowan feel a little guilty.

After returning home, Geng Miaowan told Luan Hao about Lu Shuaishuai's situation and asked him how to deal with a kind ghost.

To everyone's surprise, after hearing this, Luan Hao said dismissively, "How could a ghost be kind?"

"Why do you say that?"

Luan Hao looked at her as if she were an idiot. "Are you really not sure, or are you pretending not to know?" His tone made it seem as if she was deliberately feigning ignorance, but she genuinely had no idea what he meant.

Seeing Geng Miaowan's idiotic expression, Luan Hao sat down on the ground speechlessly. He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his semi-transparent body appearing as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Geng Miaowan thought he was going to cultivate and ignore her, but after a while he slowly opened his mouth, “All creatures in the six realms of the world have their own aura. Demons have demonic aura, monsters have demonic aura, humans have human aura, and ghosts naturally have ghost aura. Human aura belongs to yang, and ghost aura belongs to yin. When yin and yang meet, yang will prevail and yin will decline, and vice versa.”

As if seeing the half-understanding look on Geng Miaowan's face, he continued, "If a person stays with a ghost for a long time, they will be affected by the ghost's yin energy. So regardless of whether the ghost intends to harm anyone, as long as it stays in contact with the same person for a long time, that person will eventually die from exhaustion of their vital energy. According to what you said, Lu Shuaishuai's spirit is recovering and he is clearly getting better. However, his physical condition is deteriorating day by day, which means that between him and Xiaoming, Xiaoming is thriving while he is declining. In other words, Lu Shuaishuai will soon die from exhaustion of his yang energy."

"What?" Geng Miaowan jumped up in shock. How could such a young life just disappear like that? She had developed feelings for him during their time together, and she genuinely liked the child.

She quickly asked him, "Is there any way to resolve this? Would moving be an option?"

“Of course not,” Luan Hao rejected her idea without hesitation. “Since he has already contacted Lu Shuaishuai, it means that they have established some kind of connection. Even if they move, he can still find him. Moreover, if you rashly cut off this connection without knowing anything, it will only make him do something unpredictable.”

What he said was exactly what she was worried about, which is why she never dared to let Xiaoming know that she had discovered his identity.

"Isn't there any other way to resolve this?" She couldn't bear to see such a kind and lovely child die from having his life force depleted by a ghost.

Luan Hao thought for a moment, "It's not impossible. These wandering ghosts are usually those who died unnatural deaths. Although they may not remember why they died, their resentment is suppressed in the deepest part of their hearts. As long as you can find that resentment and resolve it, making them leave willingly, everything will be over."

“Resentment…” Geng Miaowan murmured these two words, lost in thought.

The next day, when she rushed to the coffee shop, Lu Fangtong was already waiting inside. She had arranged to meet him alone today because she felt there were some things she needed to clarify with him; otherwise, she feared that Lu Shuaishuai would have already exhausted his yang energy before she even found any clues.

She originally wanted to find Xiaoming, just to prove to Peng Yuxian that her judgment was correct, so she could take her time. But now it's different. Knowing that Lu Shuaishuai's yang energy will soon be exhausted, how can she still let herself investigate slowly?

Since Peng Yuxian was unwilling to help, she had no choice but to turn to Lu Fangtong. She figured that Lu Fangtong was, after all, Lu Shuaishuai's father, and even if he didn't believe her, he might be willing to try for the sake of the child. Finding a child who died years, decades, or even more ago would be impossible without connections and influence.

But for some reason, Peng Yuxian didn't go to work today. He definitely wouldn't agree to her going to see Lu Fangtong, so she had to wait until he left before coming.

Ever since he discovered her unusual physical condition at the hospital, his attitude towards her has become somewhat strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but it was just a feeling.

Upon seeing Lu Fangtong, she quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, something came up and I'm late. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Geng Miaowan wore a white knee-length dress today, which made her skin look very fair. She had a gentle smile on her face, which made her look warm and approachable.

For a moment, Lu Fangtong's eyes glazed over. Jiang Lan used to always have that smile on her face, which was one of the reasons he liked her so much. But ever since Lu Shuaishuai's accident, he had never seen that smile on her face again; all he saw was anxiety and paranoia.

Thinking back to the sweet days I spent with my wife and child, the three of us, it feels like a lifetime ago.

"What's wrong?" Geng Miaowan's voice startled him. He gave a soft "hmm" and said listlessly, "It's nothing, I just arrived."

Lu Fangtong looked somewhat haggard and listless. However, he was always very polite, which Geng Miaowan greatly admired.

Even after their coffees were served, Geng Miaowan remained silent. Watching her intently stirring her coffee, seemingly absorbed completely, Lu Fangtong finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss Geng, what brings you here today?"

Geng Miaowan then looked up, her bright eyes clear as spring water. She looked at him and said uncertainly, "Mr. Lu, if I were to tell you something that you might find absurd, could you promise to let me finish?"

Lu Fangtong gave her a strange look, wondering what she meant by that. He was trying to guess what she wanted to say to him, and what could be so absurd that he didn't want to listen to it.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand the meaning behind her words.

"Since you know it's absurd, why say it at all?" His voice wasn't cold, his tone was ordinary, but the meaning couldn't be clearer: he didn't want to hear it. (To be continued.)