Chapter 91: Mother and Child Coins

After sending the text, I checked twice, but no one replied. Honestly, I regretted it immediately after sending—they probably thought I had questionable sexual orientation and were cursing me as a lunatic.

Women are born with maternal instincts, and Qi Qiqi quickly took action. She filled a basin with water to bathe Bai Yueming, washing away his sweat and the stench of blood.

Counting the days, Bai Yueming was almost a month old. Stranded in a foreign land, he was truly a pitiful child. His yellowish-black skin squirmed in the water as if happily flipping around, but suddenly he opened his mouth and cried again—the little thing must be hungry.

Qi Qiqi hesitated, her face flushing as she called out, “Xiao Qi, step outside. I’ll feed him…”

I chuckled. “He’s not a normal baby—he doesn’t drink milk.” Even the most open-minded Qi Qiqi felt awkward now. “Then what does he drink?” I took a small cup, bit my finger, and let the blood drip slowly along the rim.

Bai Yueming, who had been crying, stopped at the scent of blood in the air. His nose twitched incessantly…

As I let my blood flow, I explained to Qi Qiqi, “His father was Bai Jingshui, and his mother was Huang Xiaohua. She died before giving birth to him. An old monk sold him—probably to extract corpse oil.”

Qi Qiqi stared at me in disbelief. “Are you saying… he’s a… ghost baby?”

“His name is Bai Yueming. ‘Bai’ as in Li Bai, ‘Yue’ as in the moon, ‘Ming’ as in bright…”

I gave him just a bit of blood to satisfy his craving. The little thing licked his lips excitedly after tasting it, but soon started crying again.

I sighed. “That was just a taste. If you refuse chicken blood, I’ll drop you dead…” I’d already decided—if Bai Yueming only drank human blood, he’d grow into a menace. As a demon hunter, I’d have to end him.

Qi Qiqi could hardly believe her ears or eyes. Thrilled, she exclaimed, forgetting the danger she was in, “Bai Yueming… he’s a… vampire!” Little did I know, Qi Qiqi was obsessed with *True Blood*, *Interview with the Vampire*, and *The Vampire Diaries*…

I corrected her, “Not a vampire. A Chinese ghost baby. Completely different things.”

About half an hour later, Zhang Jingding brought a can of formula and a bowl of fresh chicken blood. He whispered that a fighter named A-Tian was looking for me. As he left, he pulled me aside. “They say a young Chinese man killed a sorcerer in the southern district. Is it true… was it you?”

I shook my head. “Brother Zhang, it wasn’t me. If I’m putting you in danger, I’ll leave now.” Zhang Jingding smiled calmly. “No worries. Stay as long as you like.”

Once he left, I fed Bai Yueming chicken blood. The little thing shook his head repeatedly, resisting it—probably still craving human blood. Qi Qiqi cheered him on from the side.

After starving him for a while, I tried again when he cried. This time, Bai Yueming drank half the cup. I saved the rest for later.

Now that things had settled, I urged Qi Qiqi to leave. “Miss Qi, you should go. The Little Red Cap tour group is about to depart.”

She refused. “Thai fighters, temple monks, a murdered sorcerer, and a blood-drinking ghost baby… These are scenes straight out of a movie! I’m not missing this. Besides, you called me ‘the kid’s mom’ earlier—how can I just walk away?”

I was speechless. She was a stranger who’d helped me without hesitation. I pulled out a wad of cash. “Take this as thanks. But staying with me is dangerous. Just enjoy your trip—isn’t that why you came to Thailand?”

Qi Qiqi frowned. “I’m not here for money.” She went to check on Bai Yueming, who was now asleep, his breathing steady, cheeks rosy, and hair darker.

No matter how much I urged her to leave, she refused. “Sightseeing is boring. Unforgettable adventures are way better.”

There was no convincing her. Women’s minds are unfathomable. This fellow Hubei girl was as fiery and fearless as a spark, and she trusted me deeply…

Zhang Jingding knocked, inviting me for barbecue. Lü Haoyang was already waiting downstairs. Qi Qiqi insisted on watching the baby, so I went alone.

Across from Zhonghua Qing was a bustling barbecue stall. Chinese crowds love lively spots, no matter where they are. Next door was a pharmacy that also sold adult toys. A young man walked out, and Lü Haoyang joked, “Take it easy—stay away from Rose.”

He whispered that Rose was a famous ladyboy, quite the experience, if I was interested…

Zhang Jingding came out with two bottles—Jingjiu and Niulanshan Erguotou.

A foldable table was set with disposable cups. Lü Haoyang had already ordered peanuts, boiled edamame, chicken feet, lamb skewers, and more. The aroma soon filled the air.

Zhang Jingding eyed the cups. “One extra person—how do we split?” Lü Haoyang asked me, “Baijiu or beer?”

I grinned. “I love my Jingjiu—and I drink a lot.” Zhang Jingding called for two more bottles.

Lü Haoyang laughed. “Looks like a tough battle tonight.” The Niulanshan was poured first—strong and full. Zhang Jingding raised his cup. “A toast to being far from home.” We downed it in one go.

By midnight, my phone remained silent.

Had the kidnappers of He Qingling and Xie Lingyu forgotten about me? Were they waiting for me to find them? What kind of kidnappers were they?

Drunk and restless, I returned to my room, drank hot water, and brought Qi Qiqi fried rice.

We’d finished four bottles. Lü Haoyang left after buying something from the pharmacy, and Zhang Jingding went back to watch Hong Kong movies.

I opened my bag, pulling out *The Compendium* to search for ways to counter blood spiders and black magic. The room had two beds—Qi Qiqi, fresh from a shower, occupied one, laughing at a variety show.

Bai Yueming woke occasionally, blinking at this strange new world as Qi Qiqi giggled.

Suddenly, a copper coin fell from *The Compendium*, spinning on the floor before stopping. I picked it up—a mother-child coin, likely placed by Xie Lingyu to track me.

It hummed faintly, resonating with her location.

Overjoyed, I shouted, “Alright! Time to save you, Little Rascal!”

Qi Qiqi, still laughing, asked, “What’s wrong? Spasm?”

“I’m going to rescue someone. Stay here. If I don’t return, continue your trip.”

I ground ghost spirit stones into powder, crafting talismans to trap ghosts and suppress corpses.

Fearing Bai Yueming might be harmed, I decided to take him along.

Qi Qiqi scoffed. “You’re bringing a baby to a rescue mission? Are you joking?”

Seriously, I replied, “Miss Qi, I’m afraid he’ll be taken. And leaving him with you puts you in danger too.”

She turned off the TV, tied her shoes, tightened her belt, and snatched Bai Yueming. “Then I’m coming with you.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s too dangerous.”

But she was already out the door.

I chased after her. Zhang Jingding saw me leaving at night. “Where are you going? It’s not safe.”

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.”

Streetlights illuminated the road. Before getting in the car, Qi Qiqi made a call in Thai—I couldn’t understand.

Lü Haoyang’s taxi was parked nearby. Zhang Jingding had a spare key, so I borrowed it and started the engine. Qi Qiqi hopped in.

The mother-child coin guided us as I fed Bai Yueming the remaining chicken blood, hoping he’d sleep soundly.