My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 15: Let's Hold a Ceremony

The group entered the security room to review the surveillance footage. Cheng Yulan was already sweating, hesitating before nervously stepping in.

Capturing a ghost on camera—it was terrifying.

Xu Qing was feeling uneasy too; he was almost certain that this “ghost” was Jiang He!

Please don’t let her face be visible…

“That’s the one.” Uncle Zhao fiddled with the monitor, bringing up footage from a few nights before, then turned to look at the group. “Don’t be scared; it’ll just be a brief moment.”

Cheng Yulan took a step back, exchanging glances with Xu Qing.

“Xiao Xu, you’re young. You stand in front.”

“…”

With a serious expression, Uncle Zhao hit play. The screen displayed the dark night scene, with no movement yet. The group held their breath, stretching their necks, anxiously waiting for that eerie figure to appear.

Moments later, the screen shifted.

“It moved! It moved!”

“What’s that?!”

“It’s real!”

The crowd gasped, and Xu Qing quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Only a black shadow quickly flashed by on the screen, too fast to tell what it was.

“There’s more.”

Uncle Zhao switched the angle and looked back at them before hitting play again.

Under the moonlight, the shadow floated from the wall corner, rising up along the high wall, and then floating outside… On camera, a large, human-like shadow floated quickly past, looking terrifyingly real.

Before anyone could react, Uncle Zhao played another clip, this one from dawn, with a bit more light. The image was clearer, showing the black shadow rapidly gliding along the wall, then vanishing out of sight.

The video stopped, leaving everyone speechless, feeling a chill down their spines.

“This…this…” Cheng Yulan, dumbfounded, rubbed her arms and took a step back.

So frightening.

“Should we call the police?”

“Do the police catch ghosts?”

“Then what do we do… I heard the badge on their hats wards off evil; they won’t be scared.”

“Hold on…” Uncle Chen looked away from the footage, still a bit rattled but resolute. “We’d best keep this quiet.”

“What?!” Cheng Yulan’s voice jumped several pitches.

“Think about it, if our complex has ghosts and the word spreads, who’s going to rent here? Lao Liang, do you think you can still sell your apartment?”

“…”

“…”

“That’s right! We need to discuss this carefully.” Lao Liang, who had already taken out his phone, snapped to attention at Uncle Chen’s words.

He was selling his apartment—ghosts or not, it wasn’t his problem! But if buyers found out and used it to bargain down the price, he’d lose big.

“Yes, if we scare away the younger tenants, the complex will only get quieter, and then this thing could get even more active,” Xu Qing agreed.

His heart was pounding. It was definitely Jiang He!

She had snuck out in the middle of the night!@@novelbin@@

Who knows how many other cameras might have caught her… The possible fallout made Xu Qing anxious. He quickly suggested, “Let’s keep observing. Maybe she was just passing by—by the way, Uncle Zhao, was there anything on the footage from last night?”

He turned to Uncle Zhao with the question, who took out a cigarette, holding it between his lips without lighting it. He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Nothing last night.”

“Exactly, just passing by. Let’s watch a few more nights before deciding,” Lao Liang agreed.

The group, still worried, stepped outside. In the daylight, the chilling feeling finally faded a little.

“Should we hire someone to perform a ritual?”

“Do you know anyone who does that?”

“I remember someone who has a Buddha statue at home and prays daily. I’ll ask him.”

Xu Qing listened to their conversation but didn’t linger. He skipped buying breakfast and headed straight home.

Jiang He was still in the living room, looking puzzled when he returned so quickly. She looked over curiously.

“You snuck out in the middle of the night?!”

“…Yeah.” Jiang He hesitated only briefly before nodding.

For the first few nights since arriving, she had been cautiously slipping out to explore the surroundings.

“…”

Xu Qing was briefly stunned by her straightforward admission.

“How do I know? The surveillance… I mean, the Thousand-Mile Eye recorded it!”

If any other cameras caught a clear shot of her climbing walls and leaping around like some kind of Spider-Man, she’d be an instant viral sensation.

Rubbing his forehead, Xu Qing sat down on the couch, holding her gaze. “What were you wearing?”

“That black outfit.” Jiang He pointed toward her room, then, noticing his look, asked, “Did I cause any trouble?” After a pause, she added, “I was masked.”

“Masked?” Xu Qing was taken aback.

“Yes.” Jiang He nodded.

“…”

He exhaled in relief. As long as her face didn’t show, no one could trace her here.

Keeping an ancient-era person is seriously nerve-wracking…

“If you want to go out again, let me know. I’ll take you out. As long as you’re staying here, you can’t just run off on your own.”

Xu Qing composed himself, speaking in a firm, serious tone. “Your identity in this world is extremely dangerous. Don’t go running around, okay?”

Jiang He blinked. “Did I cause you trouble?”

“Everyone outside thinks it’s a ghost!”

“…A ghost?”

“Yeah, a ghost.”

Annoyed, Xu Qing pulled out his phone and searched the web.

“Are there any movies where an ancient person time-travels to the modern world and gets shot by accident? Asking urgently.”

“Keep watching those videos.” Putting his phone away, he leaned back on the couch. “Once you’re familiar with this society, you’ll understand just how dangerous your situation is. Good thing you met me… If you’d drawn a sword on Aunt Cheng, you’d be in big trouble by now.”

Draw sword—Aunt Cheng gets scared—calls the police—the police confront her—she lashes out—they gun her down.

Xu Qing had mentally mapped out her likely demise. When someone with martial prowess encounters the law, things rarely end well. If she were a little weaker, she might just be arrested, but with her skills, it’d be hard for the police to take her in alive.

Jiang He fell silent.

“If I’m causing too much trouble, I can…”

“You want to leave?” Xu Qing raised an eyebrow.

“…”

“Better start learning! I’ll order some takeout. What do you want? A burger? Chicken wrap? Stir-fried pancake?”

Watching him stand up, Jiang He’s expression softened a bit. “Something healthy. Thank you, young hero.”

This man was quite kind.

“Healthy?” Xu Qing scratched his chin. “Then how about some cat food?”

“…”

Jiang He’s face turned blank.

She took back her earlier thought—he was a pain.

Xu Qing didn’t notice, busying himself with Winter Melon the cat, cleaning the litter box, then heading back to his room to gather some clothes for the washing machine. “If you have any clothes to wash, you can throw them in here. This is a washing machine—a machine that washes clothes. Super convenient.”

“Okay.”

Jiang He responded, then returned to her room, coming back with the black clothes she’d worn that night. She eyed the washing machine cautiously, hesitating as she placed them inside.

“Will it get them clean?” she asked.

“Cleaner than hand-washing!” Xu Qing dumped in detergent, but then noticed a strip of white fabric poking out from her clothes in the machine. He pulled it out, revealing a long white cloth.

“…”

“…”

Xu Qing’s expression shifted, barely reacting before Jiang He snatched it back, head down, and dashed back to her room.

Watching her retreat, Xu Qing was astonished.

“No way… Are you foot-binding? And you can still scale walls?!”