Chapter 17: The Drowned Spirit

Su Han was wearing a pink camisole nightdress, her curvaceous figure appearing exceptionally alluring under the moonlight. The nightdress seemed almost translucent, revealing more than it concealed—everything Yan Yu should and shouldn’t see was laid bare before his eyes.

“Su... Miss Su?!” Yan Yu’s reaction was even more startled than if he’d seen a ghost.

“I’m asking you—what are you doing sneaking into the girls’ dormitory in the middle of the night?!” Su Han stepped forward, cornering Yan Yu against the wall, her eyes locked onto his.

“I... I...” Yan Yu had never been so close to a woman before, especially not someone as beautiful and enchanting as Su Han. Their lips were mere inches apart. He dared not meet her gaze and dropped his head, only to be confronted with another view entirely.

After all, he was a young man full of vigor and blood. With Su Han this close, he couldn't help but react.

Just then, Su Han gave a slight smile, the chill on her face receding like the tide, a hint of seduction flickering in her eyes.

“Miss Su, you...” Yan Yu stammered.

“There’s no one else here. Just call me Su,” she whispered, her hand lightly resting on Yan Yu’s chest. “You do realize this is my dormitory, don’t you? Sneaking in here at this hour—surely you’re up to no good?”

Yan Yu gritted his teeth, wrapped an arm around Su Han’s waist, and grinned wickedly. “Miss Su, it’s not easy being alone at night, is it? Feeling lonely and cold, perhaps?”

“That depends... Will you be the one to keep me warm?” Su Han stuck out her tongue, teasingly licking her lips.

Without another word, Yan Yu hoisted Su Han up and tossed her onto Zhao Qingqing’s bed—his hand darted into his pants... pocket!

He pulled out a small bottle of black dog’s blood.

Without hesitation, he splashed it onto Su Han!

Half a bottle amounted to only a few drops, but as they landed on Su Han’s body, a wisp of greenish smoke began to rise, and Su Han let out a piercing scream.

“What impudent spirit dares toy with me?!” Yan Yu traced a talisman in the air, chanting, “Heaven and earth in harmony, powers of eight directions, reveal the ghost’s form—no mistake allowed! By order of the law, manifest now!”

The talisman shimmered with golden edges and struck Su Han squarely. She screamed in agony, floated up from the bed, and in a blink, her face transformed entirely.

She still wore the pink nightdress, but her features became ghastly pale and twisted—her eyes swollen, hair damp and hanging over her shoulders, water dripping ceaselessly from her body to the floor.

“A drowned ghost?” Yan Yu muttered, perplexed. Drowned ghosts usually haunted rivers and lakes; what was one doing in a girls’ dormitory?

The female spirit, clearly intimidated by Yan Yu’s power, wasted no time. She darted out over the balcony, vanishing from the dormitory in an instant.

Yan Yu rushed out onto the balcony but could no longer find any trace of the ghost.

“That ghost wasn’t Zhao Qingqing. There’s something else lurking in this building...” His brow furrowed.

The yin energy in Peach Blossom Hall Two was far heavier than Yan Yu had anticipated. Zhao Qingqing alone couldn’t have caused this—clearly, the drowned ghost was the true source.

If it had been Zhang Dagen or Master Cao who entered the room tonight instead of him, they would surely have fallen for the ghost’s trap.

Enchanted by such a spirit, at best, one might be drained of all vitality and fall gravely ill; at worst, their soul would be devoured, leaving them a lifeless husk.

“But this dormitory is where Zhao Qingqing died. If she isn’t here tonight, then where has she gone?”

“Damn!”

A sudden realization flashed across Yan Yu’s face.

He had underestimated Zhao Qingqing’s obsession. No matter how earnestly he’d pleaded with her earlier, her hatred for Li Kang and Xu Jin remained undiminished. If she wasn’t in the dorm tonight, she must have gone to seek revenge!

Yan Yu immediately left the dormitory, only to find Master Cao standing with a woman outside—it was Su Han.

“Yan Yu, what are you doing here?!” Su Han exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Yu gave a cold snort, strode forward, and slapped Su Han hard on the backside. “Little ghost, do you really think the same trick will work on me twice? Out of the way, or I won’t be so forgiving!”

Master Cao watched, stunned beyond words, suddenly looking at Yan Yu with newfound respect.

Su Han’s face flushed with anger. “What on earth are you saying? Do you know who I am?”

“Impressive imitation, but you can’t fool me. I’ll send you straight to the City God’s Temple...” As he spoke, Yan Yu formed his fingers into the shape of the “Heavenly Dragon Claw” and lunged at Su Han.

Smack—

Bang—

“Ow—!”

In a flash, Su Han had slapped Yan Yu and pinned him to the ground with a deft lock.

“Yan Yu, I think you need a visit to the Discipline Office!” she said through gritted teeth.

“It hurts! My arm’s going to pop out!” Yan Yu howled.

Su Han clenched her teeth. “If I let you go, you’ll just keep harassing people!”

It suddenly dawned on Yan Yu that Su Han’s grip was warm—she was real.

Which meant, just now, he had spanked his homeroom teacher and had even tried to grope her.

Amitabha...

No, amen...

No, Great Lord of Salvation...

Yan Yu’s wails drew Zhang Dagen from downstairs, who was immediately bewildered by the scene.

“What...what’s going on here?” Zhang Dagen asked.

“Perfect timing, Captain Zhang. I just caught a little troublemaker in the girls’ dorm. Take him to Security; I’ll call his family to pick him up,” Su Han said sternly.

“Uh...” Zhang Dagen hesitated.

Su Han shot him a glare, and Zhang Dagen hurried over to drag Yan Yu away, muttering, “It’s all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding...”

“I don’t care what misunderstanding it is. Sort it out in Security,” Su Han snapped.

Yan Yu pulled a long face, inwardly crying out in grievance. How was he to know the real Su Han would show up here? He’d thought he was dealing with the drowned ghost playing tricks again...

“What about...me?” Master Cao asked, at a loss.

“You’re coming too!” Su Han ordered.

Zhang Dagen quickly hauled Yan Yu and Master Cao away. Su Han stood where she was, fuming, her chest heaving with anger.

As the three disappeared down the corridor, her expression finally softened.

At that moment, a ghostly shadow slowly materialized behind her.

“Impersonating me again?” Su Han asked, not the least bit afraid, but with a hint of reproach.

“Oh, come now... It’s not every night a lively young man wanders into the girls’ dorm. I just wanted to have a little fun. Who knew he’d be a Taoist—and carrying black dog’s blood, no less.”

The female ghost behind Su Han was none other than the drowned spirit Yan Yu had driven away.

“I knew there was something strange about that boy!” Su Han couldn’t help recalling Yan Yu’s earlier behavior toward her.

Shameless, indecent, utterly outrageous!