Chapter 512: Chapter 512 The Beautiful Hanging Ghost_1
Upon hearing Qin Sisi ask why she used her long hair to cover her face, the ghost took a step back, responding sowhat sorrowfully, "Because I am very ugly now."
Seeing the ghost’s non-hostile state, Qin Sisi was naturally glad to avoid a fight. She spoke softly, "Really? Your voice is so pleasant, I doubt you could be that ugly."
Even if one wasn’t exactly good-looking, it surely wouldn’t warrant hiding behind hair!
The ghost replied in a hurt tone, "I’m a hanged ghost, don’t you know? My appearance after death is extrely hideous. If I had known, I would have jumped into the small river outside the village instead. Dying clean, how nice."
Qin Sisi cleared her throat and said, "Well... drowning causes the body to swell up to twice its original size, with flesh like tofu. I don’t think that’s any better either."
The ghost was taken aback. After pondering, she said, "Then forget it... what about slitting my throat with a sickle?"
Recalling the decapitated ghosts on the Ghost Ship, Qin Sisi retorted, "Being separated from your body, how would that possibly look good?"
The ghost was getting agitated, "What about cutting my wrists then?"
Qin Sisi blinked, finding it hard to resist teasing this ghost frightened by her own ugliness. She cleared her throat and said, "Slitting your wrist would leave a lot of blood. What if it splattered on your face? The bloodstains would stay."
The ghost was furious, angrily glaring at Qin Sisi, "What are you implying? Are you saying that I should remain an ugly creature forever?"
Qin Sisi shook her head, suppressing her smile and replied earnestly, "If you let
see your face, perhaps I can help you."
If the ghost’s disfigurent was caused by hanging, her appearance should be restorable. Ye You had previously helped other ghosts recover their appearances.
Doubt flickered in the ghost’s eyes. Skeptically, she asked, "Can you really help ?"
Qin Sisi nodded, "We can try it out, there’s no harm in trying."
The ghost was still hesitant, "Why would you want to help ?"
Qin Sisi’s gaze dipped slightly, noticing Ye You had already jumped down from her shoulder, striding towards a spot near the window. She and the cat had the ghost pinned. The ghost, with her weak spiritual power, wouldn’t be able to escape. Yet, she didn’t seem to notice the black cat’s manoeuvre.
"I need soul power," she said in a low, clear voice, keeping a cautious eye on the ghost before her.
The ghost was visibly taken aback. She stepped back, asking, "If I give you my soul power, won’t I be completely annihilated?"
Qin Sisi explained, "That’s not the case. Your soul will disperse temporarily, and after so ti, it will congregate again. Then, you can reincarnate."
Still hesitant, the ghost replied, "Even though I might be hideous, I’ve lived many quiet years here. To sacrifice soul power for montary beauty... it doesn’t seem worth it."
Qin Sisi nodded and said, "I agree. How about this, no matter what other wish you have, I’ll help you fulfill it."
"I... I..." After wavering for a while, as if making a serious decision, the ghost said, "Let’s make my face better first. You said so yourself, we’re just trying it out. It’s not a guaranteed result."
After a mont of consideration, Qin Sisi replied, "Sure."
She felt that this ghost wouldn’t go back on her word, and even if she did, it wouldn’t matter much. If she could not obtain the soul power, Ye You could still concoct it into a Soul Pill.
After receiving Qin Sisi’s approval, the ghost hesitated a long while before gathering the courage to lift up her hair, finally revealing her covered face.
Ding Jiawang, behind Qin Sisi, almost cried out but rembering how his sister had been knocked out by a shriek earlier, he quickly covered his mouth, stepping back and gasping for breath.
Qin Sisi stared at the face, her complexion changed slightly. The classic signs of a hanged ghost were apparent, more terrifying than she had imagined.
The purplish-red tongue protruded from the mouth, about 10 centiters in length. The pair of bulging round eyes with the tiny black pupils in the center of the white sclera gave an eeriness to the gaze.
There was a dark brown strangulation mark on her neck, and the skin on her face was an abnormal reddish tone, probably due to suffocation when she was strangled.
Qin Sisi took a deep breath. It was wise for the ghost to cover her face with her long hair. Her face was far more frightening than hiding behind hair.
"Can you help ?" The ghost asked softly.
Qin Sisi looked up at Ye You, who had swiftly returned and leapt onto her shoulder, subtly nodding in approval.
Qin Sisi walked forward to stand face-to-face with the ghost.
Ye You extended his paw and placed it on the ghost’s forehead, muttering incantations, mobilizing his magic power. A soft blue light ford in his paw, enveloping the ghost’s entire face.
Under the wash of the blue light, the ghost’s appearance began to change slowly.
A quarter of an hour later, her horrifying visage was completely restored to normality.
It was then that Qin Sisi discovered that the hanged ghost was actually quite striking, especially her large, dazzling eyes, which were incredibly expressive.
Ding Jiawang, who had been shrinking in the back, was completely shocked by the transformation. Looking at the face that had turned from horrifyingly ugly to remarkably attractive, he was completely dumbfounded with disbelief.
Qin Sisi took a mirror from Ye You and held it up in front of the ghost, smiling as she said, "Take a look for yourself!"
The ghost stared blankly at the beautiful face in the mirror, lightly touching it with her fingers, showing an expression of disbelief.
Her once-prized beauty has finally returned!
She had thought she was dood to be a hideous, hanged ghost forever.
"Thank you, thank you," The ghost, on the brink of tears with joy, choked out her thanks to Qin Sisi.
Qin Sisi gently responded, "Don’t ntion it. Will you consider my terms now?"
The ghost fell silent for a mont before asking, "Do you know my na?"
Qin Sisi shook her head, baffled. Of course, she did not know a strange ghost’s na; she found the question quite unexpected.
A faint smile appeared on the ghost’s lips, a nostalgic look washing over her face. Her voice possessed the ethereal quality of a misty spring mountain after the rain, "My na is Yao Shujun. It cos from the first poem in the Book of Poetry, ’Fair, fair, / cry the ospreys / The gentleman must be good’.
My father said, the mont he laid his eyes on
right after my birth, he found
very beautiful, and since his surna is Yao, he nad
as such."
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