Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 337 - 334: Human or Ghost? (Bonus - )

Today, Lai Touwang was rowing his boat here to earn so money by delivering goods.

Since the other party agreed to transport another load to the town tomorrow, and because it was getting late, Lai Touwang decided to just park the boat on the nearby lake overnight.

After all, they are people who are at ho wherever they are in the world; there’s nowhere they can’t rest.

On the boat, besides himself, were his wife and daughter living cramped up.

It was already late at night, and the mother and daughter had long fallen asleep. Lai Touwang, wearing only a small piece of cloth as underwear, drank too much water before sleep, and woke up mid-night needing to relieve himself. He crawled out of the cabin, took out his tool, and started spraying towards the river from the side of the boat.

While he was comfortably relieving himself, suddenly under the moonlight, he saw a person in white clothes swiftly floating towards him.

Floating for real! Lai Touwang swears! Her feet didn’t move at all!

"Wah! A ghost!" The shock shortened Lai Touwang’s stream abruptly, his eyes widening as he let out a terrified cry, and "splash" fell into the lake, swallowing several mouthfuls of the lake’s water mixed with his own urine.

Lin Wanwan was standing far on the shore watching him, balanced on her hoverboard.

On the little boat there was commotion, waking up Lai Touwang’s wife Yan Shi.

Unwilling to light a lamp, Yan Shi groped out of the cabin in the dark: "Husband, what happened?"

Lai Touwang clambered back onto the boat, clutching the side of the boat railing, disregarding to reply, and it took him a while to regain his composure before he looked toward the shore only to find the white ghostly figure still there.

The shock rendered him speechless, leaving Lai Touwang to tug his wife along to bow fervently, pleading silently in his heart.

Now it was midnight, the most potent ti for Yin energy throughout the day, and Lin Wanwan’s hoverboard was completely black in design, so no wonder there was a misunderstanding.

Since he had been seen, she decided to just play along with the mistake, Lin Wanwan didn’t plan to explain.

When the dizzying kowtowing finally exhausted Lai Touwang and Yan Shi, Lin Wanwan pondered for a mont and spoke in broken Hai City dialect: "Boatman, I want to hitch a ride."

A woman in white walking airily at midnight claims to want a ride!

Just ask if it’s terrifying or not! It’s enough to make one’s mind conjure up a ghost storybook instantly!

Yan Shi directly fainted from fear, and Lai Touwang ran tremblingly to the stern, wanting to row the boat away swiftly, but his limbs wouldn’t listen to him!

He was obviously trying to steer towards the center of the lake; why did the boat just happen to head towards the shore!

Now Lai Touwang was even more panicked, and as the boat neared the shore, he collapsed like a pool of mud.

Actually, it was just Lai Touwang’s panic causing him to lose control of the oars, and deep down he believed he was being controlled by "the ghost," naturally steering the boat towards Lin Wanwan on the shore.

This deepened his fear, and Lai Touwang was utterly convinced of Lin Wanwan’s ghostly identity. His mind was filled with ancient superstitions, constantly persuading himself: "I don’t see, I don’t see, I don’t see..."

The elderly always say that when encountering a "woman" by the shore on the way, no matter how beautiful she is, you must pretend not to see or hear, act unaware, and just quietly leave.

Lai Touwang barely mustered so strength, dragging his fainted wife into the cabin, then hurriedly headed towards the oar stand, planning to row away.

But at this mont, Lin Wanwan, deciding to take action, directly jumped onto the boat, and in the night Lai Touwang couldn’t even breathe.

The person before him under the moonlight was breathtakingly beautiful; Lai Touwang, who had wandered the world for so many years, had never seen such exquisite beauty, not even the fairy painted on temple walls appeared like this.

Moreover, she was wearing a bizarre long white robe, beside her lay a strange black object, she was just flying on that object!

Isn’t this ghostly indeed?

Lai Touwang quickly lowered his head, avoiding Lin Wanwan’s gaze, desperately rowing, repeating in his mind: "I go go go go go!"

Old sayings declare dead spirits are sealed in place and cannot leave; as long as he rowed the boat far enough away, she would certainly vanish.

"Boatman, take to the big dock." Lin Wanwan watched as he rowed, and then instructed.

The little girl asleep in the cabin was stirred awake by the commotion, opened her eyes, and in the moonlight clearly saw Lin Wanwan standing at the boat head.

"Wow, are you a Fairy?" The little girl said softly in a sweet Wu dialect, blinking her innocent eyes at Lin Wanwan.

Unexpectedly Lin Wanwan could understand the little girl’s words.

The Hai City accent from a thousand years ago indeed bore resemblance to that from a thousand years later, much closer to Mao County.

In modern Hai City, a third of the population had migrated from Yongcheng, making the dialects of the two places very similar in the modern era. During the Great Tang, the two places, linked by water, had frequent interactions and similar cultures.

In Jiangnan Road, villages blocked by mountains had diverse accents but those separated by water even if far apart spoke the sa dialect.

Like Weng Mountain across from Wanghai Town, requiring half a day by boat, yet people from both places spoke the sa dialect.

While towns in Mao’s northwest bordered Xiaoxi Town, just a two-hour journey away, yet had a different dialect from Wanghai Town and Xiaoxi Town.

Thus, places connected by developed water systems had more interaction, making language and culture naturally closer; while hilly areas rarely interacted, each place had its customs and language.

The little girl snuggled in a cover on which its original color was indiscernible, though she appeared thin and yellow, her eyes were bright, resembling Lin Wanwan’s impression when first eting Qingyu.

Feeling compassionate, Lin Wanwan took out a glass jar filled with chocolate balls from her strawberry-patterned cotton bag, leaned down, and offered it to the little girl lying in the cabin.

The little girl froze for a mont, then hurriedly crawled out from the cloth, nimbly climbed to the boat head, reached out to accept the glass jar from Lin Wanwan with a sweet smile.

Moonlight illuminated the little girl’s face; a visage about three or four years old, naïve and untroubled by life’s hardships, filled with optimism and joy.

The hardships and the tribulations of adult life weren’t yet felt by the child; being able to live with her parents, even in wanderings, was a happy affair. She even believed ho should be on a boat, thinking everyone must have a boat as their ho.

Although this family on the boat was poor, there wasn’t any ugliness or sexism, just by looking at the little girl’s small clothes, one could tell.

In Great Tang, children like this little girl at this age, often ran around unclothed during July.

"Cough, cough!" Rowing at the stern, Lai Touwang heard the movent, coughed desperately in reminder, finally having to shout seeing the little girl unresponding: "Dear! Quickly go in and sleep!"

The little girl, reprimanded by dad, sowhat reluctantly pouted, but obediently crawled back into the cabin, before entering, she turned and waved at Lin Wanwan: "Fairy Lady, I’m going to sleep!"

Lin Wanwan gently smiled at her, and also waved her hand.