Wang Ke was so surprised by the other’s shamelessness that he forgot the fear in his heart and blurted out, “Why? Who do you think you are?”

At the same time, an unknown but clear voice came to Wang Ke’s ear: “She is your wife from the previous life.”

Everyone, including the ghost, looked up. It seemed that at some point, An Rugu had been standing at the top of the stairs to the second floor, looking down at them.

Zhang Ling and her husband saw that the high-ranking experts they had exerted much effort to hire could neither speak nor move, yet An Rugu was casually strolling in the courtyard, not under the control of the immobilization spell at all.

Horror and bewilderment flashed in their eyes.

It turned out that the real expert was by their side!

Seeing that An Rugu was out of her control, the female ghost was originally worried that An Rugu would shout at her and want to kill her, but when she looked carefully, she found that there was nothing dangerous to her on An Rugu.

There was no peachwood sword, no black donkey’s hoof; there were no spells or similar things—not even an intention to recite spells.

There was an ordinary five-emperor coins around her wrist, but to a ghost of her cultivation, it was not a threat at all.

It seemed that An Rugu didn’t have the same malice towards her as those old-fashioned priests and bald monks.

The female ghost then restrained her movements and even gracefully lowered her body in a salute. “What the master said is true. This lowly concubine greets you.”¹

Everyone: “!!!”

Wang Ke: “???”

What the hell, was this female ghost his wife from a previous life?

… … 

An Rugu had slept soundly as she always did, and when she woke up, it was already past two o’clock. She washed her face, and prepared to go down and wait. 

When she felt that the female ghost was coming, she was originally going to catch her with her own hands, but the other party didn’t seem to have any malicious intention, so she decided to wait and watch what would happen.

She could see that there was no blood debt on the female ghost, which meant that she had not harmed anyone.

An Rugu was not someone who did not distinguish between good and evil. In case there were any unresolved grievances between Wang Ke and the female ghost, as long as she doesn’t cause harm, she will let the two of them communicate and figure out what was going on. She would not kill ghosts at will.

Once she saw the appearance of the female ghost clearly, An Rugu realized her identity.

It wasn’t until the female ghost was angered by Wang Ke’s words and was about to seduce his soul that An Rugu put a stop to things.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Under the amazed and bewildered gazes of the crowd, An Rugu walked slowly to stand in front of the female ghost. 

Her eyes fell on the two of them, and she seemed to sigh before asking, “Why bother to do this?”

Everyone was very puzzled as well: what was the reason? What happened between this female ghost and Wang Ke?

Only the female ghost could understand An Rugu’s words. 

She smiled shyly and hugged the ball of silk that symbolizes eternal union. “We agreed that we will be husband and wife from life to life. Whoever leaves first will have to wait on Huangquan Road so that we could be reincarnated together, and we will still be husband and wife in the next life. I waited for him for four hundred and twelve years, only to find out that he has already been reincarnated. What was I to do? If the mountain doesn’t come, then I will go to the mountain.”

Everyone: “!!!”

Wang Ke: “!!!”

An Rugu glanced at the panicked Wang Ke and said in a calm tone, “But you two have no fate in this life. Even if his wife were to be someone else and not the one he’s with now, she will still not be you because you’re a ghost. You have no blood debt on you, and you can be born to a good family in your next life. Why be obsessed with this man? If you feel you can’t forget, don’t worry—once you drink Meng Po’s soup, you will forget everything².

“If you really hooked his soul away, you would have killed a living person, then you would have made a big mistake and become an evil ghost who will be arrested for your sins. If you are caught as a malevolent ghost, you will go to the 18th floor of hell. Is it worth going through that?”

The female ghost has been waiting for so many years and has heard many such words of advice that her ears are now calloused. She simply felt impatient hearing other people’s preaching, acting all superior.

How could other people know? What she shared with Wang Lang was a love more valuable than gold!

But An Rugu was different: her words were purely expressing doubt, not giving condescending advice, as if she was really just weighing the pros and cons, wondering if it was worth it or not.

The female ghost’s attitude softened. It was rare for her to explain herself, but now she talked about the past. 

“My father was a wealthy local businessman who treated me very well. He was worried that I would be bullied by my mother-in-law when I married into another house, so he asked me to choose. Among so many people, I fell in love with Wang Lang at first glance. Although he was a poor scholar, he was the most handsome man I had seen. Later, he really became the most handsome and renowned young man in the whole country. But I was in poor health, and I passed away early. He told me that the love lost too soon in this life will be repaid in the next life.”

There was a hint of nostalgia in the female ghost’s tone. Her eyes fell on Wang Ke’s face, disheveled from fear and lack of sleep… she paused. She turned her head away as if she couldn’t bear to look at him, and she didn’t want to look any longer.

She simply looked at An Rugu, her eyes lingering on her face, and a faint blush appeared on her ghostly cheeks. 

Why was this woman so good-looking? The more she looked, the more pleasing she became to her eyes. After seeing An Rugu, she didn’t even want to see Wang Lang anymore who was so ugly now.

If she were a man…

Ah no, she can’t think about it anymore! Her husband was Wang Lang!

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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FOOTNOTE:

1. She’s not really a lowly concubine as we know it, it’s just a speech pattern used in ancient times where she is lowering herself to show respect to An Rugu who she recognized as a ‘master’. ↩︎
2. Meng Po is the goddess of oblivion in Chinese mythology. She waits in the bridge of oblivion in the Underworld, giving souls of the dead a bowl of soup which wipes their memories of the past so that they can go on to reincarnate without undue burdens from their previous life. ↩︎