I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role Chapter 63

"Sister?……"

Liao Fanghua was momentarily dazzled by the brilliant red wedding dress, only snapping back to reality when the Ghost Bride called out to her again. She scrambled to her feet in a fluster, "……Big sister……, y-yes, of course……"

People from the mountains were mostly loud and boisterous.

Suddenly encountering such a soft-spoken, gentle-mannered woman—even without getting a clear look at her face—made Liao Fanghua feel somewhat uncomfortable and awkward.

Her eyes inadvertently caught the well-behaved sleeping infant boy in the bamboo basket, and the child's peaceful, adorable appearance quickly dispelled much of her doubt and discomfort.

As a university student who had received higher education, Liao Fanghua's moral compass stood a notch above others'.

Seeing someone with a child needing help, offering assistance felt naturally obligatory.

The baby-faced girl quickly adapted, showing some enthusiasm, "Big sister, why don't you wait in the tea house next to my home? I'll go tell my mother!"

Liao Fanghua neatly gathered her books, holding them against her chest. The baby-faced girl asked with a mix of curiosity and shyness, "Have you eaten yet? Would you like some congee?"

Due to the occult umbrella's concealment effect, after spending a bit more time together,

ordinary humans would subconsciously overlook the Ghost Bride's inappropriate wedding attire and show less curiosity about her indistinct features.

"Thank you, sister. Some congee would be fine." The Ghost Bride quietly followed Liao Fanghua into the tea house cluttered with various items, found a stool to sit on, but still didn't put down her umbrella.

Though Liao Fanghua found it strange, she felt too embarrassed to ask more questions, and hurriedly rushed outside. "Alright, I'll go tell my mother! Mom!—"

As soon as Liao Fanghua was out of sight, Xiao Gui'an promptly placed the bamboo basket on the stool and quickly retreated to a corner, not minding that the hem of his wedding dress was gathering dust.

The sun had completely risen by now. Even without direct exposure, Xiao Gui'an still felt as if his entire body was being roasted over fire, his consciousness growing somewhat hazy.

He absolutely didn't want any contact with sunlight, feeling like he only wanted to hide in a completely enclosed space—a coffin sounded perfect.

Yet the Chosen One of Fate not far away was like the only ice cube in this furnace. If he could just devour him, this torment would end—every fiber of his being was screaming for it.

Moving slightly further from the Chosen One of Fate made him feel a bit better.

Only when he sensed living human presence approaching outside the door again did Xiao Gui'an float back to the Chosen One of Fate's side, pretending nothing had happened.

The Liao family was clearly preparing for something.

They didn't pay much attention to Xiao Gui'an, this sudden outsider. The person who came to the tea house with Liao Fanghua was her mother.

Mrs. Liao was somewhat short, her face bearing the weathering marks of labor, her expression carrying a touch of unease. She showed some surprise upon seeing the Ghost Bride in her bright red wedding dress.

Her eyes flickered, inadvertently glancing toward a corner of the tea house, but she quickly averted her gaze.

Liao Fanghua and her mother each brought a bowl of congee, along with two small dishes and spoons. One dish contained some cauliflower and minced meat.

"Big sister, the congee was just cooked, let it cool a bit before eating……"

The baby-faced girl tidied the cluttered table in the tea house, wiped it clean, and placed the two bowls of congee on it.

Mrs. Liao kept stealing glances at the Ghost Bride, but ultimately didn't dare to approach as casually as her daughter. Adults like her always had more taboos—the Ghost Bride gave her a rather chilling, frightening feeling.

But she didn't dare say anything outright. In broad daylight, it couldn't really be some evil spirit, could it?

If they could encounter ghosts in broad daylight, and if they offended this being, causing it to linger in their home and bring disaster, that would be a terrible loss.

Better to serve her properly now—perhaps with polite treatment, they could send her away later.

Fortunately, the exquisitely beautiful child in the bamboo basket looked like it was born of living humans, not some ghost infant. Under the faint light, the Ghost Bride also cast a shadow—probably just some strange madwoman from who-knows-where.

Mrs. Liao asked a few tentative questions, and the Ghost Bride answered smoothly and gently each time, though she still held the umbrella, making her true features unclear.

The short woman hinted through her words that their family had matters to attend to recently and couldn't offer proper hospitality. Only after confirming that the Ghost Bride probably wouldn't stay long did she relax slightly.

"That's fine, that's fine, just rest here for a while, it's no problem……" Mrs. Liao didn't dare look directly at the Ghost Bride, mumbling under her breath.

"There's no sun in this room, you don't need to hold the umbrella."

Liao Fanghua didn't overthink things like her mother did. She simply thought it inconvenient for the Ghost Bride to hold the umbrella while caring for the child in the bamboo basket, so she suggested this.

"It's a habit……" the Ghost Bride replied softly. A chilly breeze drifted through, and the temperature in the entire tea house seemed to drop slightly.

Mrs. Liao couldn't help shivering, feeling more and more that this was unnatural. She tightly pulled Liao Fanghua's arm and scolded in a low voice, "What did I tell you? Don't meddle too much in other people's affairs!—"

Thus, half-pushing and half-yielding, Mrs. Liao—with a nervous, ingratiating smile—dragged away the girl who still wanted to stay and chat.

The room fell silent once again.

Xiao Gui'an estimated that no one else would likely disturb them now.

He floated over and picked up the bowl of congee. The steaming hot congee quickly cooled to lukewarm in his hands.

Using the spoon, he transferred congee from the large bowl to a small dish, then meticulously mashed it into a softer rice paste. Only then did he begin spoon-feeding the Chosen One of Fate, one spoonful after another.

First spoonful, second, third—the tiny infant accepted everything without refusal.

It was like working on an assembly line.

[Wait! Wait! Host, slow down! You can't feed the next spoon before he's even swallowed the previous one! The Chosen One of Fate can't swallow that fast!]

Xiao Gui'an: Huh?

Isn't this how you feed children?

He thought he was feeding quite slowly.

He looked down and saw the Little Heavenly Master's cheeks completely puffed out, his mouth stuffed full. Yet he didn't cry or fuss, just worked hard to swallow—truly demonstrating remarkable emotional stability.

Given Xiao Gui'an's feeding method, the fact that the Chosen One of Fate didn't choke was a testament to his resilience.

After a flurry of clumsy efforts, the small bowl of congee was nearly finished. Only when the Little Heavenly Master tightly closed his mouth, refusing to take another bite, did Xiao Gui'an roughly conclude he was full.

Then—

Putting down the bowl and utensils, he quickly retreated to the corner again, keeping far away from the Chosen One of Fate like a moldy mushroom.

This truly felt comparable to drug withdrawal—utterly draining.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, someone came again with food.

Leading the way was a hunchbacked old woman. She squinted her eyes, her sparse hair disheveled, her expression dark and seemingly unfriendly.

Xiao Gui'an narrowed his eyes slightly—

This old woman was clearly not right.

What a strong stench of fox.