I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 48

"...It feels like I'm being watched all the time."

Walking along the dark red path of the Underworld, Shang Can felt a prickling sensation on her back and murmured uncomfortably. Beside her, Yuange nodded seriously in agreement.

"Indeed, I can feel very enthusiastic gazes as well. It's like the look a ferocious dog gives when it sees a chicken leg wandering down the road."

"Drooling and eager."

Nan Shuang, walking ahead, chuckled and turned back to Shang Can, saying, "It's not common for living people to come to the Underworld, so try to bear with it."

Shang Can furrowed her brows and scanned the area, pushing back the malicious glares that felt as relentless as a bone stuck in the throat. She sighed and replied, "If I weren't walking with Lord Shuangjiang, I'd probably have already been attacked."

"For you, dealing with them should be easy, right?" Nan Shuang raised an eyebrow. "In fact, I'm here to protect their lives."

Shang Can had already been aware of this. For some reason, Nan Shuang seemed to hold her combat abilities in very high regard. She could only smile bitterly and said, "It's better not to fight if possible."

"Exactly, especially since you just came out of the River of Forgetfulness not long ago." Yuange wrinkled her nose as if out for a leisurely stroll. "You still have this strange smell on you; it doesn't smell human at all. I don't understand what those ghosts are staring at."

"..."

Although Shang Can knew Yuange was talking about the smell of the River of Forgetfulness, her naturally cleanliness-loving disposition made her worry. She discreetly sniffed herself several times, and once she couldn't detect any unpleasant odor, she felt relieved.

"We're almost there."

Nan Shuang sauntered forward leisurely, pointing ahead at the riverbank of the River of Forgetfulness, where many newly dead spirits were gathered—exactly where Shang Can had fallen in before. "That's the place where we received reports about a suspicious figure, just a week ago."

The timing coincided closely with when she had fallen into the water, raising the suspicion level significantly.

Thinking about this, Shang Can heightened her vigilance as she walked alongside the unbothered Ghost King and Yuange—who looked like a flower demon but gave off an air of power. They arrived at the riverbank of the River of Forgetfulness.

Returning to the scene, the people who had originally accompanied her were likely back in the human world, leaving her to wander in the Underworld. Although it had only been a few days since she last visited, Shang Can inexplicably felt as though it had been a long time.

Being with Nan Shuang this time made Shang Can feel much more at ease than when she had stealthily disguised herself as a new ghost. Wherever they went, the ghosts were very considerate and made way for the leading Nan Shuang, casting glances that were... a mix of fear and covetousness.

...Speaking of which, earlier on the road, she had worried that her lack of disguise would lead to an attack from the ghost tribe. Yet, despite the predatory gazes, none of the ghosts dared to block their path. The stares were filled with a blend of greedy longing and deep-rooted fear.

Glancing at Nan Shuang, who appeared unfazed, Shang Can quietly asked Yuange, "...Is Lord Shuangjiang very fierce?"

"Ah?" Yuange looked puzzled. "Fierce? A Shuang?"

It seemed that wasn't the case. Shang Can blinked and asked in confusion, "Then why... does it feel like the ghosts are afraid of her?"

"Isn't that normal?" Yuange retorted confidently. "Think about it from their perspective; when you were a cultivator, didn't you feel nervous when you saw your sect leader?"