Chapter 7
Lu Nanzhou gazed at the night outside the window, his expression gloomy and hollow.
He still harbored doubts about this little caregiver.
Yet seeing how Ye Yumeng simply left him there and went to shower, completely unconcerned about him, Lu Nanzhou couldn’t help but believe.
Perhaps he truly had died and was about to dissipate. This little caregiver wasn’t deceiving him…
He was unwilling to accept it.
But what exactly was he unwilling about? What unfinished wish did he still have?
A trace of calm returned to Lu Nanzhou.
Thoughts flashed through his mind one after another, yet he realized that none of them seemed that important anymore.
The empire, imperial authority, unfinished ambitions…
Even the power he had pursued relentlessly since gaining consciousness—none of it seemed to be the answer.
Then where did this unwillingness and hatred in his heart come from?
Did he want a healthy body again? To regain his strength? Certainly.
But… he vaguely felt that wasn’t what he truly desired most.
Only when his life was truly reaching its end did Lu Nanzhou realize that there had always been a void in his heart.
He didn’t know where it came from or how to fill it. He only knew he had never felt fulfilled.
And now, his life was about to dissipate.
There would be no more chances.
Regret slowly grew, gathering into pain and sorrow, making his expression darker, as if he were about to sink into darkness again.
“Do you want to go out and take a look?”
At that moment, the little caregiver’s gentle, clear voice sounded beside him. Lu Nanzhou turned his head instinctively and met a pair of smiling eyes.
The turbulent emotions abruptly stilled.
After a moment’s thought, Lu Nanzhou nodded.
He had been confined to a sickbed for over five hundred days. If he was truly about to die, he should at least go out and see the world.
“Then let’s go.”
Originally planning to return to the virtual study room, Ye Yumeng decided to give himself a break. After all, the assessment was tomorrow—studying more wouldn’t make much difference.
“Oh right, what’s your name?”
At first, Ye Yumeng hadn’t wanted to ask the ghost’s name, since he would soon dissipate.
But now, he had changed his mind.
“You don’t know who I am?” Lu Nanzhou studied him, trying to determine if he was lying.
Ye Yumeng scratched his head.
“I’m from the Xihe Federation. I just arrived at the Medical Planet and haven’t passed the assessment yet—I don’t know any of the patients…”
In truth, having stayed in his dorm studying these past few days, he barely even knew his colleagues.
Lu Nanzhou’s gaze darkened. After a few seconds, he said, “Lu Qi.”
“Six-seven?” Ye Yumeng said. “That’s easy to remember.”
He pinned his ID badge to his chest, about to introduce himself, when Lu Nanzhou read it aloud:
“Ye Yumeng.”
“That’s right—it’s Yumeng, not Ye Zi Meng.”
Putting on his coat and a hat, Ye Yumeng instructed Wugang to guard the room, then put on a mask and headed out.
Lu Nanzhou followed beside him.
He watched the passersby—even the high-level beast-blood guards stationed at the Royal Sanatorium didn’t notice him.
No one could see him except Ye Yumeng.
Lu Nanzhou couldn’t help but glance toward one of the sanatorium’s buildings—the top floor was lit…
“It’s pretty lively for this late at night,” Ye Yumeng said, looking up at the sky as hovering vehicles streaked like meteors toward the core area.
It was his first time going out at night since arriving, and he assumed this was normal.
Lu Nanzhou also noticed the constant flow of vehicles—and recognized some familiar figures inside.
They were renowned medical experts stationed on the Medical Planet.
And for them to rush over at night…
So he really had died?
Lu Nanzhou silently watched the vehicles disappear, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
The Yaojin Empire revered strength above all—a tradition spanning centuries. And within the royal family, aside from him, there was no one capable of maintaining order.
If he died, unrest among the various beast clans would be inevitable.
Division. War.
The empire, still recovering from the Zerg war, would soon descend into internal conflict.
The balance of power in the galaxy would be reshuffled, peace would shatter—and everything he had built would collapse…
“By the way, how far can you go from me?” Ye Yumeng’s voice interrupted his thoughts again.
This little caregiver’s voice always carried a vibrant vitality.
Like water flowing after winter thaw, clear and lively. Like a carefree deer leaping through the forest—untouched by worry.
Since he wore a mask, Ye Yumeng wasn’t concerned about being seen talking to thin air.
He looked at Lu Nanzhou curiously, wanting to understand more about the summoning technique.
Lu Nanzhou frowned, his thoughts shifting.
He hadn’t considered this yet.
He tried moving away—and soon returned.
“About a hundred meters.”
This realization displeased him. He didn’t like being restrained.
But if he was truly dead, perhaps this state was what allowed him to remain conscious…
He pressed his lips together and said nothing more.
“Where do you want to go?” Ye Yumeng asked.
Lu Nanzhou paused.
Where to go? At the end of his life, what final words should he leave behind?
But…
He looked at Ye Yumeng’s limping figure.
The young man walked ahead, his bright eyes wandering as he admired the scenery, as if he were truly out for a leisurely stroll.
Right now, only Ye Yumeng could see him. Anything he wanted to say or do had to go through this little caregiver.
So was it necessary to drag this outsider into the storm that would inevitably engulf the Yaojin Empire?
Seeing his silence, Ye Yumeng turned back.
Under the cool moonlight, the golden-haired man stood half-hidden in the shadows of trees. Even knowing he was a ghost, Ye Yumeng’s heart skipped a beat.
He really was too good-looking.
Noticing the flicker in his eyes, Ye Yumeng said, “Don’t know where to go? Then I’ll decide.”
He opened his communicator and contacted Gan Xiaoyang.
“Wow! Workaholic Ye, you actually went out?” Gan Xiaoyang exclaimed in shock.
The virtual study system displayed rankings based on effective study time—and Ye Yumeng had firmly held first place these past few days, far ahead of Gao Hui.
Thus, he had earned the nickname “Workaholic Ye.”
“At this hour? Of course you go to the night market!” Gan Xiaoyang said.
“Night market?”
“Yeah, I’ll send you the location—it’s near our dorms.” Gan Xiaoyang forwarded the coordinates to Ye Yumeng. “When you come back, grab me some barbecue too.”
“It’s so late and you’re still eating barbecue?”
“Ah, I’m still burning the midnight oil! The assessment’s tomorrow—aren’t you nervous?”
“I am, that’s why I came out to relax.”
Ye Yumeng chatted with him casually for a few more sentences, agreed to bring back barbecue, then ended the call.
“Shall we go check out the night market?” he turned to look at Lu Nanzhou.
The man’s face was expressionless, cold and distant, like he kept people at arm’s length.
No idea what kind of person he had been in life, but judging from his bearing, his background was likely not ordinary.
“The night market is noisy. If you don’t want to go, we can stroll around Lakeview Park instead—it should be quieter there.”
Lakeview Park was also nearby. Ye Yumeng hadn’t been there, but he had seen it from his dorm window.
There were mountains, water, and dense greenery—much closer to a natural landscape.
Lu Nanzhou looked at him. “Where do you want to go?”
“Me? I want to go to the night market!”
Ye Yumeng loved lively places. Back in the cultivation world, he always had to worry about safety. Now that he didn’t, he could finally enjoy himself freely.
“Then let’s go to the night market.”
“Great!”
Ye Yumeng opened his map app, preparing to call a ride. “Let me see how to get there…”
Just then, a strong gust of wind blew, snatching the cap off his head and sending it flying.
“Ah! My hat!”
He hurried to chase after it, but after just two steps, the cap spun in midair and flew back toward him.
He froze for a moment before quickly catching it.
Putting it back on, he pressed it down firmly, then looked at Lu Nanzhou.
The man’s expression remained indifferent, as if he hadn’t just intervened.
“How did you do that?”
Ye Yumeng found this “male ghost” rather special. The original owner had summoned spirits before, but none had shown abilities like this—
Controlling objects, conjuring clothes…
In the cultivation world, ghost cultivators could do such things, but Lu Qi had just died. Newly deceased spirits were usually weak.
Lu Nanzhou didn’t answer. Instead, he raised a brow.
“You’ve summoned other spirits before—they didn’t have such abilities?”
“Mm.”
Seeing Ye Yumeng nod, Lu Nanzhou suddenly pressed, “Then why did you summon me? What’s your real purpose?”
“I really don’t have any purpose, and I’m not planning to do anything to you. You don’t need to be so tense,” Ye Yumeng said innocently.
He wasn’t some evil cultivator—why would he capture a ghost?
Even if he wanted to keep him, he didn’t have the strength to do so.
At that moment, the autonomous hover car he had called arrived. As part of employee benefits, transportation on the Medical Planet was free.
“Come on, let’s go to the night market—at least let you see the last bit of worldly life.”
Ye Yumeng got into the car.
Lu Nanzhou, however, remained where he was, looking once more toward his ward.
“Or do you want to see your family?”
Noticing his gaze, Ye Yumeng leaned out of the window. “Though I don’t have permission to enter the core area—I can only wander near the entrance.”
He wouldn’t know his assignment until after tomorrow’s assessment.
In the end, Lu Nanzhou withdrew his gaze and stepped into the car.
“Let’s go.”
“To the night market?”
“Mm.”
The hover car slowly started and headed toward the nearest commercial street.
Not long after they left, above the staff dormitory—
A one-armed figure silently appeared.
Mo Yin frowned, scanning the area vigilantly.
With the emperor in critical condition, he had urgently summoned Lei Qi and several top medical experts. Amid the chaos, he had sensed a terrifying presence from this direction.
It had appeared twice, briefly each time. He hadn’t been able to investigate immediately.
Now, there was nothing.
He released his mental power, sweeping the entire area.
As a member of the Shadow Leopard clan, his presence remained hidden from other patients.
In the end, he found nothing.
A trace of agitation and anger surfaced on his usually calm face.
With His Majesty on the brink of death, were those people finally making their move?
No one must interfere with the rescue!
Suddenly, Mo Yin sensed something and swiftly flew in a certain direction.
Although this planet had been transformed into a dedicated Medical Planet, wherever people lived, there would always be demand. So commerce here was far from barren.
As soon as Ye Yumeng got out of the car, he was overwhelmed by the noise.
Compared to the quiet and serene sanatorium, the bustling night market felt like a completely different world.
He wandered through the streets.
Holographic models displayed beautiful clothing, their fabrics shifting colors and patterns as they moved.
Fruit vendors sold exotic produce from other planets—one called “anti-gravity bananas” supposedly let you float for ten minutes after eating them…
There were all kinds of interstellar products, some he understood, many he didn’t, leaving him dazzled.
Fortunately, there were also plenty of traditional food stalls at affordable prices.
With his caregiver status, everything was 30% off—saving him quite a bit.
“Too bad you can’t eat any of this.”
Holding an ice cream, Ye Yumeng walked to a quieter spot and turned back to Lu Nanzhou.
“This ice cream is really good!”
After wandering around, Ye Yumeng had gradually grown more familiar with him.
In his eyes, Lu Qi was just a ghost who would soon dissipate. No matter what he showed in front of him, it wouldn’t pose any risk.
He didn’t need to guard himself or pretend.
And although the man wasn’t talkative, he answered every question patiently—even those that sounded naive.
It made Ye Yumeng feel at ease.
“Have you eaten ice cream like this before?” he asked.
Lu Nanzhou looked at him, also surprised at his own patience.
This time, he didn’t answer and instead walked toward a shaded path.
“Hey, where are you going?” Ye Yumeng hurried after him, limping.
Of course, he didn’t forget to keep eating.
The ice cream was cool and sweet, with a rich milky flavor, and the cone was crispy and fragrant.
Together, the textures were simply amazing.
Even before he practiced fasting, he had never tasted something so delicious—and it was cheap too, only 0.7 Yaojin coins after discount.
He felt like he could eat three in one go!
“Is it because you’ve never had it and now you can’t, so you’re mad?”
Lu Nanzhou glanced back at him.
The young man’s eyes were bright with a playful smile, his tone familiar and trusting—like he was talking to an old friend.
Even though they had just met.
“Here, take a bite—see if you can taste it.”
Ye Yumeng held out his half-eaten ice cream.
In the cultivation world, ghosts could consume offerings. He wondered if it worked here.
Lu Nanzhou turned away. “I don’t eat things others have eaten.”
Then he walked ahead again.
“I can buy you a new one…”
Ye Yumeng didn’t finish his sentence.
Because at that moment—
As they rounded the corner, a long black shadow suddenly shot out from the bushes.
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