Supernatural Girlfriend

Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Grandmother Meng 

Huang Zhiwen lowered his head. He acted like I didn’t exist. He didn’t reply.

“Look at me! I know you can see me.” I pointed at him, “Let’s have a talk!”

Huang Zhiwen timidly glanced at me, but immediately looked down. Due to his inferior posture, I was only able to see his forehead.

“You’re actually still alive. It’s just that your spirit has temporarily left your body. Do you want to come back? Return to this life and continue living with your loved ones?”

Huang Zhiwen appeared to be terrified of me. By now, his head had practically shrank into his body, and he wouldn’t stop backing away.

“Stop moving!” I tried to stop him, “You don’t have to be scared of me. I am not here to harm you. That day, if you hadn’t led me to Sheyu, I am afraid Sheyu would’ve been dead by now. Currently, Sheyu still has a chance to come back to life. I’m also here to help you…”

I softly whispered as I tried to comfort Huang Zhiwen’s spirit. I went over to his bedside to look at his condition.

As expected, his condition was the same as Sheyu’s and the rest of the victims that were reported on the news. All the victims suffered from a cerebral concussion. Then, while they were losing their consciousness, they were stabbed over a dozen times. No matter how you looked at it, it was deliberate, merciless, and violent. The killer spoke the truth. Killing others satisfied him; it was his hobby.

“Right now, your body is still functioning fine. But for some reason, your spirit cannot return. I can help make you come back to life. What are you going to choose? Are you going to continue living a life of a ghost, or are you going to help me find the criminal? ….Actually, that would only benefit you. Right?” I was gradually trying to coax Huang Zhiwen with my words.

He finally lifted his head and appeared to be interested in what I had to say. At the same time, there was also hesitation and a lack of trust.

“You kept following the homicidal maniac. You definitely know where he is.” I continued, “Bring me to him. That is my condition if you want to come back to life.”

Although I was still unsure of how to return a spirit back into the body, it was okay to tell a white lie as long as Huang Zhiwen leads me to the criminal.

In my opinion, if ghosts hear that they can come back to life, they would instantly agree to unite with me. But Huang Zhiwen surprised me because he wouldn’t declare his position. His indecisiveness made me very anxious.

“Are you suffering from post traumatic stress disorder or something?!” I asked. Could ghosts also have PTSD? 

“You have to realize this isn’t the worst case scenario. If you don’t help me find the killer, he might come back to hurt you if he knows you’re still alive. What will you do then?”

Speech was useless; it wasn’t convincing at all.

I’ve already thrown the candies out. Now, it was time for a whip.

I gazed at the unconscious Huang Zhiwen and silently prayed to Buddha. Then, I ruthlessly slapped him across the face.

Huang Zhiwen’s ghost was stunned. He rushed over to stop me, but he could only go through my body.