My Ghost Lover Is Too Annoying

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45. Gui Da Qiang

Zhou Nan floated up

and down the street, looking into each taxi he saw. It was faster for a ghost

to look for a person than a human being. Nevertheless, he didn’t find the one he was

looking for and was disappointed again and again.

To find a person in the street was like looking for a

needle in the sea. It was hard.

Soon, it was getting dark, and the street lamps gave off orange light. Zhou Nan was powerless and depressed, sitting

down with his head down. He was worried he could

not save the driver timely.

“Where are you?”

Suddenly, he felt

something poking him. Turning around, he saw the little paper man with a

grievous face. It held a small tree branch with his fingerless hands and was

drawing something on a small patch of sand field.

When it was halfway

writing, a man passed by, and it quickly lay down to play dead. However, it

chose a lousy position, and the man trampled it. After getting up, it

looked at Zhou Nan with the same “QAQ” expression and a footprint,

looking funny.

Zhou Nan was amused. The

paper man knew he was sullen and did this to cheer him up.

The tearful paper man

picked up the branch to finish its writing.

Half a minute later, it finished, and Zhou Nan realized

Chen Ming was trying to tell him the plate number of the taxi.

Now, Zhou Nan no longer

needed to check the taxi windows and the task would be easier.

Zhou Nan cheered up and

floated across the streets to examine each car plate. No matter how dim his

hope was, he would not give up.

The little paper man

grabbed the corner of Zhou Nan’s coat and flipped in the wind like a piece of

paper.

Around midnight, he caught a glimpse of a taxi driving out of the main road towards the boulevard. The

license plate was the one Chen Ming

asked the little paper man to write.

“That’s it?” Zhou Nan was afraid

that he might be mistaken and looked down at the little paper man.

Its

“QAQ” face was

nodding rapidly.

Zhou Nan rushed

forward and saw the “empty car” sign on the window.

OK, only the driver.

A few hours ago, when he

was about to go out, Chen Ming stopped him.

The man who often wore a

teasing face became unusually severe, and stressed, ” Ghosts are nothing

but consciousness. When powerful enough,

they could choose to be concrete or vague and could affect the

consciousness of others. There are many examples like Gui Da Qiang(the ghosts can build virtual walls to misguide men).”

Zhou Nan knew how he

planned-it would be nice to buy time using Gui Da Qiang until Chen

Ming came over. But…

“I… don’t know how to

do it. I might lose control and become a fierce ghost.

“It’s simple. Keep

thinking that you want the driver to stay. If you mean no harm, you

wouldn’t turn to a fierce ghost.” Chen Ming didn’t wait for Zhou

Nan to refute and turned around, saying, “I trust you.”

When Zhou Nan finished

recalling, the reality was ahead.

‘Stay, we’re trying to help you.’ Zhou Nan attempted to think

this way.

Suddenly, the car turned

sharply and rushed to a tree.

Look out!

But the car dodged easily.

The rearview mirror scratched onto the tree trunk and made a harsh sound.

Zhou Nan’s heart was

palpitating, and at the same time, he thought of an inappropriate word: hearse

drifting.

The drive looked calm the whole time and didn’t seem to realize that he had just had a narrow escape.

Zhou Nan knew this

was what Chen Ming had talked about, and that consciousness had worked. To save the

driver’s life, he had to think about more details.

He tried to help the driver

avoid the trees in the woods and drive in circles. It worked well: a few

minutes later, there were tracks on the ground.

The little paper man stood

silently on the shoulder of Zhou Nan and watched the driver driving

in circles on the mountainside.

The light beams from the

car changed with its route, making Zhou Nan

perturbed.

Zhou Nan dared not look away or think of anything else. He was afraid that his negligence would make

things worse and was more fearful of failing Chen Ming who said “I trust you.”

This place was not far

from the florist, and if Chen Ming hurried up, it would take him less than half

an hour. Then everything would be settled when he arrived.

We he thought about it, the

little paper man on his shoulder suddenly fell like a piece of ordinary paper.

“Chen

Ming?” Zhou Nan was puzzled. When he looked sideways, an

unwelcome guest came from the other side in the blink of an eye.

A woman’s cold voice came from behind: ” You dirty

thing! You should’ve been sent to the underworld.”