“You, you, you…why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”
Miya protested in a small, embarrassed voice.
“I’m in my own home—what’s wrong with not wearing clothes? You’re the one who barged in without permission.”
Li Zuhao caught the cake with one hand and calmly retorted.
“I…”
Miya wanted to say something more.
“I’m not going to hold it against you. I already know what you want to say. I’m cold, so I’m going back to get dressed. Thanks for the cake. See you.”
Li Zuhao closed the door, shutting the girl out.
He immediately locked the door and peered through the peephole to keep watching.
But Miya didn’t seem suspicious.
She first bowed apologetically to the door, then turned away looking a bit dejected and left.
This girl doesn’t look like some Guiwang Zhuanshi, a sickly girl reincarnated as the Ghost King, does she?
But Heiwuchang said she couldn’t coexist with the Guiwang Zhuanshi, so if she disappeared, that would mean the Guiwang Zhuanshi was nearby.
Watching her slightly dispirited back, Li Zuhao opened the door a crack again and said,
“My good neighbor. If you want to chat, give me three minutes to get dressed.”
“Huh? Really? I just got to the big city and don’t have any friends…”
Miya’s face lit up with joy.
But Li Zuhao closed the door again, rudely leaving her outside without letting her finish.
“Miss Heiwuchang, are you still there? Is she the Guiwang Zhuanshi?”
He returned to the small living room and whispered to the air.
No one answered, but on the dining table, words formed from water droplets appeared:
[We can’t stay in reality for long, nor give you tips for too long. Take care of yourself, be extremely careful in all things, and remember not to trust appearances.]
“Miss Heiwuchang…”
Li Zuhao was genuinely touched.
He didn’t expect that, in the end, the only one in this world who was nice to him was a hell emissary.
Whether it was out of sincerity or for her own purposes, at least on the surface, she cared about him.
He put down the cake, picked up the black stockings from the table, went back to his room, opened the wardrobe, and finally decided to put on some clothes.
“Ding-dong~”
The doorbell rang again.
Li Zuhao went to open the door; it was still Miya.
She probably hadn’t gone home at all, just waited at his door for a while.
“Miss Miya, please come in.”
Li Zuhao—much more polite than before—invited her in.
He led Miss Miya to the small living room, let her sit opposite him at the dining table, and poured her a glass of water.
Then Li Zuhao sat down and continued eating his beloved rice porridge, along with the cake she just brought him.
“Are you still eating? Am I disturbing you? I’m so sorry.”
Miya apologized.
“It’s fine. Neighbors should help each other,”
Li Zuhao replied.
Of course, this wasn’t neighborly help at all—this was a test.
None of this made any sense.
What kind of girl would so easily go into another guy’s apartment to be alone with him?
Isn’t a country girl who just came to the big city supposed to be even more cautious about getting tricked?
And the reason Li Zuhao let her in was to test if she was really the so-called Guiwang Zhuanshi.
Though he had no idea how to confirm it.
Li Zuhao ate his porridge cautiously, not daring to say much, since the other party could also be testing him.
So the two of them just sat there awkwardly.
“Excuse me, are you a student at Jihuang Academy?”
Miya asked.
“Yes,”
Li Zuhao replied.
“Classmate, I don’t know your name yet,”
Miya asked again.
“My name is Li Zuhao.”
“Li, I just transferred from the countryside to Jihuang Academy. This is my first time in a big city, and I don’t have any friends here. I hope we can be friends.”
“With your lively personality, you should have no trouble making friends.”
“But I still hope to be friends with you, Li.”
“Since we’re neighbors, of course we can be friends.”
“That’s great.”
Miya was overjoyed, her smile bright as the sun.
But soon her smile turned worried, and she asked softly,
“Li, your eyes…”
“My eyes have some issues. I’ve already seen a doctor, so don’t worry. It’s getting late, Miya. You should head back and get some rest. You need to report to school early tomorrow,”
Li Zuhao said.
“Ah, yes, I almost forgot. Then I’ll head back now.”
With that, Miya stood up to say goodbye.
Li Zuhao saw her to the door and watched her leave.
But in fact, she lived in the apartment right next door.
She waved goodbye to him before going inside.
Li Zuhao politely waved back, then turned and went back into his room.
He closed the door quietly.
His expression gradually grew serious.
Miya—a polite, gentle girl—didn’t seem like the Guiwang Zhuanshi.
Could she be the “Mysterious Mommy” who just gouged out his eyes?
She didn’t really seem like someone who could do that.
Mysterious Mommy was a woman very familiar with him—a crime by someone he knew.
But thinking back, there were too many young women who had grudges or entanglements with the original owner of this body; many people were suspects.
In short, he had absolutely no clues.
Li Zuhao was broad-minded—if he couldn’t figure it out, he wouldn’t think about it, and just went straight to sleep.
Lying on the soft bed, he fell asleep instantly.
Sleeping without being tied up was really a strange feeling.
The next morning, Li Zuhao got up.
He went to the bathroom to wash up and looked in the mirror—a gloomy-looking guy stared back.
But this face was basically the same as his previous life’s, only a bit more well-fed than the skin-and-bones version after being locked up in a mental hospital.
Li Zuhao quickly put on his school uniform and headed out for school.
But judging from his memories and backstory, going to school was never a pleasant trip.
Leaving his cheap rental apartment, he walked down the street, and at the next corner, someone suddenly bumped into him and knocked him to the ground.
“Whoa!”
Such force—felt like he was about to cough up blood.
Ah da—
Could it be that he was attacked by the Guiwang Zhuanshi?
But upon closer look, the one who ran into him was none other than his good neighbor, the country girl Miya, who also landed on her butt on the ground.
At times like this, a man absolutely can’t show weakness—he has to act like a gentleman!
“Miya, are you alright?”
Li Zuhao forced himself up, walked a few steps, then crouched down to pick up Miya’s backpack from the ground.
“Li? I’m over here, you helped the wrong person.”
Miya called out, surprised that she was already standing.
“Sorry, my eyes aren’t so good.”
Li Zuhao handed the backpack back to Miya.
Miya took the backpack, looked at this odd-behaving boy, and suddenly got shy again, asking softly,
“Li, can we walk to school together?”
“It’s better not to for now. I’ve offended a lot of people recently. If people see you with me, it won’t be good for you. At school, just pretend you don’t know me.”
With that, Li Zuhao shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off alone.
Miya watched his lonely back, didn’t say anything more, but her eyes were filled with confusion.