The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 160

Chapter 160: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers Part 5

Fu Guanyue knew the ghost was after the person behind her, having followed them for a while.

This saved her a trip. She had planned to return tonight and deal with this wandering spirit, and now, it had come to her, she wouldn’t let this opportunity slip.

Before it could approach, Fu Guanyue pulled out the jade hairpin from her hair, her long, black hair cascading down her back, swaying slightly as if in a breeze.

Holding the hairpin, a faint red light flickered from the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, the contract activating, spiritual energy flowing into the hairpin, making it vibrate slightly.

A green light flashed in the room, and the hairpin in her hand expanded, taking the shape of a brush, landing in Fu Guanyue’s palm.

The Shanhe Brush, its power as a magical artifact radiating outwards, dispelling the ghostly aura, like the sun dispelling darkness.

The headless ghost, unaware of its own death or its lost memories, finally realized the person before it was dangerous.

She looked like she would not only deny it food but also give it a good beating.

Deep within its soul, buried memories surfaced, a chilling sensation, and it wanted to leave.

Fu Guanyue, sensing its intention, her amber eyes cold as ice, the brush in her hand an extension of her will, said coldly, “It’s too late.”

The last stroke of the restraining talisman was complete, and the ghost was trapped.

Golden runes, drawn with the brush, shimmered, bright and dazzling.

No one could do what Fu Guanyue did, drawing talismans without paper, using spiritual energy as ink, and the world itself as her canvas.

Her serious face illuminated by spiritual light, she pushed her hand forward: “Heaven and earth as the boundary, the eight directions as the cage, Soul Binding Talisman, go!”

The golden talisman descended like the sun, trapping the headless ghost, which instinctively struggled, its faint aura dissipating.

Under the sun-like brilliance, the trapped ghost wailed, its struggles intensifying.

But it was futile, it couldn’t resist.

“This is…?” Fu Guanyue, observing coldly, sensed an unusual restraint.

The force that bound the ghost and kept it tethered to the mortal realm was sending her a warning, it already belonged to someone.

This soul mark couldn’t be hidden from Fu Guanyue, who quickly identified its origin.

Fu Guanyue: “This is… the Yu clan’s ghost control technique?”

There were four prominent cultivator clans: the Fu clan, the Yu clan, the Dan clan, and the Zhen clan, their true identities unknown to the public, seen as just long-established families.

The Yu clan specialized in ghost control, their ghost servants their most prized possessions, they wouldn’t let them wander freely.

But this wasn’t the Yu clan’s territory, far from it, how did this ghost end up here?

Fu Guanyue remembered something. There had been an increasing number of wandering spirits recently. She was in this city because she had been helping to suppress a disturbed formation in a nearby village.

She had heard that a disciple of the Yu clan, having strayed from the righteous path, was expelled from the family, and out of resentment, he had infiltrated their ancestral grounds during a ritual and released many spirits.

This headless ghost was probably one of them.

Exorcising it here would attract the Yu clan’s attention, so it was better to take it back and inform her grandmother, finding a way to remove the soul mark before exorcising it.

Fu Guanyue drew an energizing talisman, trapping the ghost within a yellow paper charm, chanting an incantation and performing hand seals, the paper folding itself into a triangle.

The talisman was complete, golden runes flashing before fading, the Soul Binding Talisman now also imbued with energizing properties, then returning to its original form, drawn with cinnabar ink.

Fu Guanyue pocketed the triangular talisman, and the sounds of the other players reached her ears.

This place shouldn’t be so large, it was impossible for them to be lost, the ghost must be manipulating the environment, trapping them in a maze.

Putting away the talisman, Fu Guanyue suddenly remembered something important.

The room returned to its dimly lit state. It was an examination room, the table now empty, the ghost’s bloodstains gone.

The flyer girl!

She had forgotten about Tao Ning, who had entered with her, witnessing the entire scene, and she turned around anxiously, worried Tao Ning might think she was hallucinating and call the police.

This had happened before!

That incident had shattered her image in her niece’s eyes, who had repeatedly warned her not to stray from the righteous path.

After that, Fu Guanyue vowed to master the Memory Cleansing Talisman.

Not just the single-target version, but also the area-of-effect version. There had been too many people that time, she couldn’t draw enough talismans, surrounded and then confronted by the police.

“Where is she?” But Fu Guanyue found no one behind her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, assuming she had been mistaken, that Tao Ning hadn’t entered the room… Wait, what was that in the corner?

She saw Tao Ning leaning against the wall, unconscious.

Fu Guanyue’s expression changed slightly, and she checked Tao Ning’s breathing, relieved: “She’s still alive.”

Usually, pinching someone’s philtrum would revive them, but that was too painful.

After a moment of thought, Fu Guanyue took out an energizing talisman and placed it on Tao Ning’s forehead.

#No candy, but plenty of talismans#

A cool sensation on her forehead, like eating a box of mint candies, instantly revived Tao Ning.

It was quite effective.

Opening her eyes, she saw Fu Guanyue crouching before her, a flicker of embarrassment in her calm eyes as she saw Tao Ning wake up.

She had retrieved the now useless talisman while Tao Ning was unconscious, it couldn’t be left lying around.

Fu Guanyue quickly asked, “You’re awake, why did you faint?”

Tao Ning feigned confusion, touching her head: “I fainted?”

Fu Guanyue looked at her suspiciously, unsure if she had seen anything: “Was it too scary? Did it frighten you?”

Tao Ning instinctively denied it: “Impossible!”

Realizing her mistake, she quickly corrected herself: “I work here, how could I be scared? It was something else.”

Playing dead was a skill, and so was making excuses.

As soon as she entered the room, she had seen Fu Guanyue pull out the jade hairpin from her hair, anticipating a display of power, so she had discreetly found a corner to observe, not wanting to interfere.

Seeing Fu Guanyue studying the talisman trapping the headless ghost, then remembering Tao Ning’s presence, turning to look, Tao Ning had already closed her eyes, pretending to be unconscious, waiting.

She had thought Fu Guanyue would take longer to remember her.

Her reason for feigning unconsciousness was simple.

Tao Ning remembered Fu Guanyue’s habit of using a Memory Cleansing Talisman on anyone who witnessed her using her powers, erasing even her own presence from their memories.

She wouldn’t let her hard work be undone.

Fu Guanyue seemed convinced: “Then what happened?”

“I…” Tao Ning blinked, her hand on her head, her voice weak, “I felt dizzy, and I’m hungry.”

She touched her temples, her long hair falling around her face, a picture of fragility.

Fu Guanyue understood, it was low blood sugar, and she sighed: “Even if you’re busy with work, you have to eat, don’t starve yourself to save money.”

Everyone had their own struggles, and Fu Guanyue wouldn’t pry. After a moment of hesitation, she said, “If you haven’t been paid yet, I can lend you some money, don’t hurt yourself for work.”

Tao Ning: “…” It seems she misunderstood something.

Seeing the depth of her misunderstanding, Tao Ning could only nod slowly: “Okay?”

Then she added, “It won’t happen again, it’s just today, and I… my salary is actually quite high.”

This wasn’t a lie, her parents did give her a considerable allowance every month, not as much as their new children, and she wasn’t their heir, but it was still a substantial amount.

Fu Guanyue didn’t comment, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. She wasn’t foolish, despite her privileged upbringing. If her salary was truly high, why would she be handing out flyers in the middle of the day?

She dropped the topic, standing up and reaching out to Tao Ning: “Let me help you up, you can’t continue in this condition, it’s better to call for help and leave.”

“I can leave later.” Tao Ning stood up with Fu Guanyue’s help, noticing her hand was cold, and her face pale.

Fu Guanyue, perhaps misunderstanding again, said after a moment of silence, “That’s true, the boss asked you to join as a placeholder.”

Leaving now might result in a pay cut, and her kindness might actually harm Tao Ning, so she didn’t press further.

Tao Ning, not hearing her clearly, only noticing her sudden paleness, leaned closer: “What did you say? I didn’t hear you.”

Fu Guanyue, smelling the faint fragrance again, the other person’s warmth reminding her of their close proximity behind the curtains, her heart flustered, quickly moved away.

She said calmly, “Nothing.”

Glancing at the Shanhe Brush in Fu Guanyue’s hair, Tao Ning understood. It was a high-level artifact, not to be used lightly, and if not for Fu Guanyue’s cultivation and talent, it would drain her spiritual energy.

There was no such thing as a free lunch, controlling such a powerful artifact came with a price.

Fu Guanyue, used to it, wasn’t concerned about herself, but said with a caring tone, “I hear someone running this way, let’s find the others.”

This time, it wasn’t difficult to find them, without the headless ghost’s illusions, and Fu Guanyue easily located Fu Zhaozhao.

“Little Aunt, you’re finally here! Where did you go?” Fu Zhaozhao held a club-like object, presenting it like a treasure. “Look what I found!”

Fu Guanyue glanced at the object, which looked familiar: “The nurse was chasing us, so we had to hide. What’s that?”

Fu Zhaozhao, still shaken, said, “That nurse is so scary, she can chase you in high heels, even jumping over tables! I was terrified, but I managed to get this, it’s called a Demon Subduing Pestle, it can immobilize NPCs for three seconds!”

Just then, the doctor NPC appeared again, and Fu Zhaozhao raised the pestle and chased after him: “I have the Demon Subduing Pestle, you can’t escape!”

Then she found an all-access pass, his work log, and a photo in his office.

The doctor liked to stay in his office, waiting for his prey, and normally, they would need one person to distract him while the others searched, but now, it was much easier.

The saying “fear stems from lack of firepower” was indeed true, and with the pestle in hand, Fu Zhaozhao was practically invincible.

Finally, they solved the puzzle, found the exit, and escaped.

It was already evening.

The air conditioning in the lobby was still cool, but the chilling aura was gone, and Fu Zhaozhao, exhilarated, returned the items to the staff.

The girl who had been clinging to her boyfriend also breathed a sigh of relief: “Thank goodness you protected me, honey, I’m so scared of ghosts.”

Her boyfriend said proudly, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you, I’ll beat up any ghost that dares scare you.”

Fu Guanyue, hearing this, glanced at them, then noticed Tao Ning was also looking at them.

The couple, oblivious to their gazes, lost in their own sweet world, left, preparing for their dinner date.

They wouldn’t have guessed that

The seemingly aloof and elegant woman with the cinnabar mole was carrying the ghost they were so afraid of.

And the tall, slender escape room employee with the delicate features and a slightly frail appearance had a ghost living in her house.

Fu Zhaozhao retrieved her phone and turned to Fu Guanyue: “Little Aunt, let’s go.”

Fu Guanyue had wanted to tell Tao Ning about the ghost waiting for her at home, its resentment growing, but seeing the ghostly aura around her niece’s head, she forgot everything: “Did you hit your head on something?”

Fu Zhaozhao touched her head, puzzled: “What’s wrong with my head?”

She raised her phone, switching to the front camera for a selfie, and saw a dark red mark on her forehead, as if she had hit something. She touched it, hissing softly: “It hurts a little.”

She hadn’t noticed it earlier, too excited, but now, her forehead throbbed, like a bruise or a burn, the excitement fading, her adrenaline levels returning to normal, and she felt slightly dizzy.

Fu Zhaozhao reached out: “Little Aunt, I feel a bit dizzy, my head hurts, I think I hit my head on the NPC’s prop, that head was so hard.”

She shouldn’t have headbutted the NPC so hard, she seemed to have hit its head prop.

Fu Guanyue: “…”

Who else in this escape room carried their head around? The one in her pocket.

No wonder the protective talisman had activated, Fu Zhaozhao had practically delivered herself to the ghost.

“Let me see.” Fu Guanyue stepped forward, her hand brushing against Fu Zhaozhao’s forehead, dispelling the lingering ghostly aura: “Just a small bruise, apply some ointment, and you’ll be fine.”

Fu Zhaozhao, still at an age where she cared about her appearance, asked worriedly, “Will it leave a scar?”

Fu Guanyue: “There’s no open wound, how could it leave a scar? It’ll be gone tomorrow.”

With the ghostly aura dispelled, and Fu Guanyue’s protection, Fu Zhaozhao wouldn’t even catch a cold.

Fu Guanyue pressed slightly harder on her head, a gentle reminder to be more careful.