Adorable Ghost Can Be Eaten as Food - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My name is Chuqi, and I am an eighteen-year-old female ghost.

I died on the seventh day of the eighth lunar month, but I have no memory of my past. Everyone just calls me Chuqi.

Ghosts like me-those who don’t know how they died or who they were-are called Wrongful Death Ghosts.

With no identity and no one to offer sacrifices to us, we cannot reincarnate.

Even the Underworld doesn’t officially register our kind. As long as we don’t violate the laws of the Underworld, they simply leave us to fend for ourselves.

As Wandering Ghosts, we receive no survival resources from the Underworld. We have no choice but to risk the dangers of the Mortal Realm, working jobs there just to make ends meet.

Ghosts are beings of pure yin. During the day, the Mortal Realm is filled with surging yang energy, which is extremely harmful to us.

Although we all find dark places to hide and sleep during the day, it can still damage our souls.

But there is no other way. Ghosts still have emotions and senses. While hunger won’t kill a ghost, it is incredibly painful.

This is especially true for a foodie like me.

In my second year of ghosthood, I spent all the money I earned from working on food.

While other female Wandering Ghosts spent their money on dressing up, single-mindedly trying to hook up with a high-status male ghost who could take them back to the Underworld to get a marriage certificate and live there, my life consisted entirely of: “Mmm, this is delicious,” and “This is good too. Mmm, so good, really tasty…”

My Ghost Friend, Xia, who works with me, often complains that my head is filled with nothing but food. She says I don’t even know how to flirt with male ghosts and that I’m wasting my beautiful face.

She once even suspected that when I was human, I might have died from overeating.

I don’t think so.

During the first seven days after my death, I had some hazy, fragmented memories.

Before I died, I bled a lot. It hurt so, so much.

I must have died a much more tragic death than simply being stuffed to death.

“Chuqi, I’m going to see my boyfriend again tonight. Where are you going to find a place to sleep?” Xia asked me after we finished work.

I smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about me. There are plenty of places where I can sleep.”

A few days ago, the abandoned house where Xia and I had been “living” was torn down by the owner for reconstruction, so we had to find a new spot.

Last night, I slept in an outdoor toilet belonging to a certain household.

Almost every house in the Mortal Realm has a Door God and a Household Deity; outside ghosts simply cannot enter.

However, some families build shared bathrooms outside, which aren’t under the jurisdiction of the Door God inside the house.

Toilets have a heavy concentration of yin energy, making them suitable for nourishing ghosts.

But it was just too smelly!

Tonight, I was determined to find a different place to sleep!

But after wandering for a long time, dawn was fast approaching.

There wasn’t a single house I could enter.

Just as I was planning to head toward the Water Cave Sky Bridge to sleep, I turned around and saw a house with its lights still on.

It was a large villa with a garden.

I walked over and discovered that this household actually didn’t have a Door God.

I slipped inside stealthily.

Not only was there no Door God, there wasn’t even a Household Deity!

What kind of stroke of luck was this, to stumble upon such a wonderful home!

Inside the massive villa, a faint, rhythmic sound echoed from upstairs, like water rushing down a drainage pipe.

Curiosity piqued, I boldly made my way up the stairs.

After all, this was the Mortal Realm. Ordinary people couldn’t see me at all.