I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 47

Different Worlds.

Once you get used to the taste of the food here, you might never be able to return to your original world.

Shang Can woke up from a nightmare, sticky sweat trickling down her forehead. She turned over in bed and sat up, pulling a medicine bottle from her pouch. She hastily dumped two pills into her mouth and swallowed them.

It was now the fifth day of her temporary stay at the Ghost King's residence.

Her pouch was found the day after she arrived, and Yuan Ge happily returned it to her, proudly declaring, "It was found by our Higanbana clan! You should check to see if anything is missing!"

Shang Can took a cursory glance; the pouch showed no signs of being opened, so it must have been swept away by the water when she fell into the River of Forgetfulness. She re-tied the pouch and sincerely thanked her, saying, "Thank you so much. In the future, if you want a handkerchief used by Shuang Jiang or something, I will find a way to get it for you."

"I wouldn't want something like that!"

Thus, Shang Can was able to rely on her own medicine to recuperate from her injuries, temporarily avoiding the potential risks of consuming the ghostly herbs of the underworld.

The previous encounters in the illusion still haunted her; even though she was currently in a safe place, Shang Can couldn't help but be more cautious.

Overall, this place was indeed as safe as Nan Shuang had said.

In the five days since her arrival, Shang Can had not seen anyone other than Nan Shuang and Yuan Ge. It seemed that in this vast Ghost King residence, only the two of them lived here—though Yuan Ge was just a temporary guest.

"I don't like it when there are too many people."

The master of the Ghost King residence said this as she lazily leaned back in a chair in the courtyard, her gaze drifting away from the book in her hands to look at Shang Can.

"And since I'm already a ghost, I don't really dirty anything here, so there's no need for frequent cleaning."

...This person seems to have a rather laid-back attitude.

During these five days, aside from focusing on her recovery, Shang Can would chat with either Nan Shuang or Yuan Ge when she came out. However, Nan Shuang often disappeared for a few days at a time, and when she was around, she was usually found sitting or lying in various places, never seen handling any official duties.

In comparison, Shang Can, who spent her days researching the clan records and other related documents, seemed more like a Ghost King.

In response to Shang Can's questions, Nan Shuang pondered for a while before answering, "When I'm not around, I'm usually out handling official matters."

Pouring herself a cup of tea casually, she continued, "There isn't much clerical work here; the matters that need a Ghost King's attention are usually about who got into a fight or something."

"Though it's a bit embarrassing to say, I'm quite strong." Nan Shuang sipped her tea, her expression showing no sign of the embarrassment she mentioned. "I became a Ghost King because I was strong. Here, it doesn't matter if you were a celestial cultivator or whatever when you were alive; strength is the only truth."

"Thank goodness this job doesn't require me to deal with documents all day," Nan Shuang glanced at the books in Shang Can's arms and remarked, "Otherwise, with my easily bored nature, I would probably have given up this job and reincarnated long ago."