Chapter Fifty-Four: Sleeping with a Ghost

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Horse-face placed a reassuring hand on Uncle Ma’s shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous. Uncle Ma nodded weakly—his life now depended entirely on Jiang Pingchuan.

After confirming that Uncle Ma was fine, Horse-face rose and walked outside. He saw Jiang Pingchuan whispering something into Gao Yao’s ear.

Gao Yao’s face was twisted into a sly, excited grin, and after a moment, Jiang Pingchuan gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Gao Yao pounded his own chest with a wide, toothy grin, as though promising Jiang Pingchuan something important.

Jiang Pingchuan led Gao Yao towards Uncle Ma’s house. Both wore smiles, but Gao Yao’s was lascivious, as if he were about to molest someone. He kept glancing at the charred banana grove, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips with a slurping sound, which made Horse-face feel a strong and inexpressible disgust.

Gao Yao came up beside Horse-face and, with his hand behind his back, slapped Horse-face’s chest. Horse-face glared at him, his expression cold, but Gao Yao just gave him a disdainful look.

“Horse-face, you may be a tad taller than me, but you know you’re not as handsome. Just so we don’t run into any awkward situations later, I advise you not to get too close. I like to enjoy myself alone, heh heh heh.”

Gao Yao finished with a knowing, lewd laugh that echoed through the banana grove. Horse-face looked at him as if he were a fool.

Gao Yao thought Horse-face was jealous that Jiang Pingchuan had entrusted such a great task to him. Ignoring Horse-face, he snatched the large knife from Jiang Pingchuan and headed for a patch of fresh banana trees.

Uncle Ma was famous in Sanjiang County for growing bananas. Though not much to look at, it didn’t stop him from cultivating the most authentic, high-quality bananas.

A lifetime among bananas had taught Uncle Ma the rhythms of weather and nature within a hundred-mile radius. The banana grove Gao Yao approached was a new variety Uncle Ma had been developing in recent years, separate from the old grove, which was why it had survived the fire.

Gao Yao had noticed the new grove bore ripe bananas, and rushed over to cut a few for Jiang Pingchuan to taste. These might well be the first crop of the year, and thus undoubtedly the best of the best.

“Mr. Pingchuan, what did you say to him?” Horse-face asked curiously, watching Gao Yao, who seemed in a state of high excitement. At first, when they entered the house, Jiang Pingchuan had pushed Gao Yao aside, and Gao Yao had stalked off to the grove, visibly annoyed.

Now, after just a few words from Jiang Pingchuan, Gao Yao seemed ready to climb mountains or walk through fire—eager and unafraid.

“Uncle Ma’s root must be severed at sunset. Gao Yao is the only one here who isn’t a virgin, so I told him to draw Jiaoniang’s attention,” Jiang Pingchuan replied, smiling as he watched Gao Yao busy among the banana trees. Jiaoniang didn’t like young virgins; her desires were all focused on those with desires themselves.

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Jiang Pingchuan had thought of this—if he sent Gao Yao as a distraction, Jiaoniang wouldn’t immediately go after Uncle Ma, buying them time.

At noon, the three had only eaten some bananas to stave off hunger. Jiang Pingchuan was never one for heavy meals, and with Zhou Ninger’s situation weighing on him, he’d had even less appetite.

Horse-face was also preoccupied, and couldn’t eat. Only Gao Yao was different—he feared that too many bananas would send him running to the privy, so he didn’t eat much either.

After eating, he went to the well beside Uncle Ma’s house, drew water, and gave himself a thorough wash. In his mind, all this preparation was worth it for the romantic encounter he anticipated that night.

As dusk approached, Jiang Pingchuan entered the house and looked at Uncle Ma, who lay unconscious on the bed. Uncle Ma was so exhausted that even the prospect of death or root-severing couldn’t rouse him—he had already drifted into a muddled sleep.

Jiang Pingchuan stood by the bed and looked at Uncle Ma’s withered member, raising his own palm slowly. Gao Yao watched with interest, then touched his own groin, inwardly lamenting for Uncle Ma. Horse-face stood silently at Jiang Pingchuan’s side.

A purple aura appeared on Jiang Pingchuan’s palm, flickering between purple and silver. He still didn’t fully understand his own body; after losing two Dao Crystals, the purple aura had returned. When he’d refined eight Dao Crystals, his aura had turned silver, consuming the purple within him.

Now, with two less, the purple aura resurfaced—a mystery he had yet to solve.

The purple aura thickened and began to flow in an orderly fashion, shaping itself into a small blade. Jiang Pingchuan aimed at Uncle Ma’s member and swung his palm lightly.

As his hand moved, a cold draft blew in from the tightly shut east window—clearly, the banana grove had sensed something.

Jiang Pingchuan’s hand fell, and with a flick of his sleeve, he turned and left the room. Horse-face stared in shock at Uncle Ma—the withered, blackened member was gone.

Even more astonishing, there was no blood. Instead, a faint purple aura emanated from the wound, slowly knitting it closed.

It had happened so fast that neither Horse-face nor Gao Yao had time to react before Jiang Pingchuan was already out the door.

With Uncle Ma’s severed member hidden in his sleeve, Jiang Pingchuan strode to the edge of the banana grove and pointed at a charred banana tree. With a boom, a small pit opened at the tree’s roots.

With a wave of his sleeve, the purple-wrapped member dropped into the pit. Jiang Pingchuan kicked some dirt over it, dusted off his hands, and, reassured by the lack of any odor, turned away.

He turned to find Gao Yao clutching his own groin, staring at him in shock. Jiang Pingchuan’s expression was calm, but Gao Yao’s heart was in turmoil.

Thank goodness he’d come to his senses in time. If he’d kept going against Jiang Pingchuan on the adviser’s orders, who knew when his own manhood might have vanished?

Jiang Pingchuan had so easily disposed of Uncle Ma’s member—Uncle Ma hadn’t even twitched. Gao Yao felt lucky beyond measure that he hadn’t chosen to oppose Jiang Pingchuan.

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“Gao Yao, tonight it’s all on you. Remember, no matter what happens, don’t open your eyes. If you do, Jiaoniang will haunt you, and then, well, you know…” Jiang Pingchuan finished with a dry cough, casting a meaningful glance at Gao Yao’s groin. Gao Yao’s face tightened, and he nodded vigorously, like a pecking chick.

“Don’t worry, I got it. As long as I get to enjoy myself, that’s enough for me. I won’t care about anything else, heh heh heh…” Gao Yao fondled his own groin again, his laughter lewd.

The full moon hung high in the sky. Now, it was not Uncle Ma but Gao Yao lying on the bed. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He was still hoping to catch a glimpse of Jiaoniang’s beauty, but Jiang Pingchuan’s warning from earlier made him wilt instantly—he didn’t want to die for a fleeting pleasure.

He thought just one night of ecstasy was enough for him. Whether Jiaoniang lived or died after falling into Jiang Pingchuan’s hands was none of his concern.

Gao Yao had considered tying a red string to his toe, but Jiang Pingchuan had scoffed at the idea and refused to explain why.

In any case, with Jiang Pingchuan’s assurance that Jiaoniang would return tonight, he felt reassured. As he lay there fantasizing, he suddenly felt something touching his toes.

A tingling sensation shot through him, making his whole body shiver with pleasure. At first, he thought it was Jiang Pingchuan or Horse-face playing a prank, but the sensation was nothing a man could produce.

At that thought, a sudden tension gripped him. He almost wanted to jump up and shout to everyone in Sanjiang County that he, Gao Yao, was about to bed a ghost.

But, desire aside, he obediently lay still, savoring the touch of this beauty from hell.

Gradually, that hand slid up toward his member, which was already pitching a small tent. Gao Yao cursed Jiaoniang for lingering—if she was going to do it, she should get on with it. The night was short, and Jiang Pingchuan was waiting to capture her. Why waste time?

Jiaoniang’s hand lingered on his member, stroking up and down, sending Gao Yao into a dizzying trance. He couldn’t stop moaning, and in his haze, he thought he heard a woman laughing softly atop him.

Gao Yao thought, “This is it!” and slowly reached out. When his fingertips grazed Jiaoniang’s ample curves, his breath almost caught in ecstasy.

He kept caressing her, while Jiaoniang above him began to moan softly. Gao Yao thought he’d be a fool not to sneak a peek—wasn’t this the moment?

With that thought, he decided to crack his eyes open and catch a glimpse of the woman riding atop him.