A Connoisseur of Shipping and a Debt of Millions

“Fine, I’ll ask myself once we’re back.”

Bai Wanwan plucked the talisman from Liu Hanzhi’s chest, casting an annoyed glance her way.

Yet, upon learning Bai Wanwan didn’t detest her, Liu Hanzhi’s grin stretched so wide it nearly distorted her face.

‘What did a mere glare from Bai Wanwan matter? As long as she knew her Wanwan didn’t detest her, that was more than enough,’ Liu Hanzhi thought, chuckling to herself.

“Hey, you, little nurse. Will you come with me obediently, or must I stuff you into a sack and carry you home?”

Bai Wanwan’s gaze landed on Shi Xiangning, who was engrossed in watching the drama unfold from the sidelines.

“Me? I’ll come with you!”

‘What a jest! I’ve only just begun savoring this drama; how could I possibly abandon it now?’ she mused.

This human and this ghost clearly had a story, and one blooming with lilies at that!

‘I adore watching such things!’

Shi Xiangning’s face was alight with excitement. Even in life, she had been keenly aware that her inclinations strayed from the norm; she harbored a particular fondness for watching beautiful girls engage in intimate displays.

She was, by all accounts, an undeniable connoisseur of ‘shipping.’

This particular tradition had never waned, even after her transformation into a vengeful spirit; indeed, it seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

Bai Wanwan, naturally, remained oblivious to the little nurse’s internal musings. She merely found the ghost’s surprising obedience rather unexpected.

‘Still, a ghost captured by me must obey, whether they wish to or not!’ she thought decisively.

What, then, would Bai Wanwan think if she were to ever realize that everyone surrounding her, both the living and the spectral, happened to be sapphic?

“You’re Bai Wanwan, aren’t you? You seem to possess a rather extensive skillset. What exactly is your profession?”

Shi Xiangning edged closer to Bai Wanwan, her curiosity piqued, and promptly struck up a conversation.

Her motive was simple: to better ‘ship’ Bai Wanwan and Liu Hanzhi. After all, for the noble pursuit of ‘shipping science,’ one always required some preliminary context, didn’t they?

Only by grasping the intricacies of both parties’ situations could she truly delve into her ‘shipping’ endeavors with greater insight.

Furthermore, Bai Wanwan perfectly embodied her idealized vision of a gentle, beautiful girl-next-door, while Liu Hanzhi presented as a mature, graceful, red-haired ‘big sister’ type.

Such a pairing, when brought together, was truly exceptional.

“Ghost hunting. I specialize in apprehending disobedient female spirits like yourself, then refining them into pills and consuming them!”

Bai Wanwan whispered her threat, attempting to intimidate Shi Xiangning. However, Shi Xiangning displayed no trace of fear; instead, a laugh bubbled from her lips.

“You are not the kind of person who would do such a thing. I possess the ability to read faces, you see. You are far more upright than the average individual, and even towards ghosts, you harbor a compassionate heart.”

Shi Xiangning murmured softly. She, of course, was well aware of Bai Wanwan’s true nature; otherwise, how could she have possibly been captured alive?

‘She would have likely been struck by an iron rod and had her soul scattered the moment that ‘Bi Ma Wen’ spirit possessed her,’ Shi Xiangning mused inwardly.

“Hiss, strange… why do I suddenly feel a distinct chill creeping down my spine?”

Shi Xiangning frowned delicately in displeasure. It seemed that the mere thought of the phrase “Bi Ma Wen” had inexplicably sent a bone-chilling cold creeping up her back.

“I sell funeral supplies. Typically, I leverage live streaming to sell my wares, conducting business across both the mortal and spiritual realms.”

Bai Wanwan realized she couldn’t possibly deceive the little nurse, so she decided to simply tell the unvarnished truth.

This approach, conveniently, would also allow her to glean some information about the ghost.

“That formidable? Are you truly so desperate for money?”

Shi Xiangning gazed at Bai Wanwan, marveling that someone so capable still found herself personally engaged in the funeral supplies trade.

“Indeed, I am. I’m three hundred million in debt.”

“Three hundred million!”

Shi Xiangning gasped in utter astonishment. In the era she had inhabited during her lifetime, three hundred million was an astronomical sum; a monthly wage of merely a hundred yuan was considered quite substantial.

“How did you manage to accumulate such an immense debt?”

Shi Xiangning struggled to comprehend how Bai Wanwan, despite her youth, could possibly have incurred such a colossal debt.

‘Did she perhaps gamble it all away playing Three Kingdoms Kill?’ she wondered.