Chapter 4: 4

In the ghost clan, at the lowest level were little ghosts. Their power was often the lowest. They were the souls that had remained in the world after death and would dissipate in a short time.

The second were grieving ghosts. They had a certain power due to the resentment they’d held before death, but most of them lacked consciousness. They only remembered to fulfill the obsessions they held during their lifetime and were not aggressive.

Evil ghosts were the most dangerous existences in the ghost clan. They were also known as devils. Their birth required the right time and place; usually, they had died tragically and with extreme resentment, and they were very aggressive.

This kind of evil spirit retained most of the memories in its lifetime, and would consciously devour little ghosts and grieving ghosts to enhance its own strength. It could be said that it stood at the top of the ghost food chain.

The little ghosts were afraid, and the evil spirits were avoided. As long as an evil spirit was born, most of them would become ghost kings.

So, the ghosts of the entirety of Youzhou City were shocked and terrified.

This female evil spirit’s origins were unknown, and she had no intention of leading them. Who knew if she wanted to be a ghost king, and thus her reason for coming to Youzhou City was because there were many ghosts here, so she wanted to come eat the ghosts.

But judging from the fact that the evil spirit hadn’t killed any ghosts after being angered, she probably didn’t mean to kill the ghosts in Youzhou City.

Thinking of this, the ghosts’ moods began to liven up again.

An evil spirit was rarely encountered in a thousand years, and its abilities were extremely powerful. Once it was born, the world would be thrown into chaos… If you could rely on her and become her little brother, then follow her to sweep through the world and eat whomever you wanted, wouldn’t that be a good thing?

So, some ghosts privately packed up their bags and went to the Daoist temple where the evil spirit had appeared, while other ghosts—who planned to watch from the sidelines despite their restlessness—planned to observe the evil spirit’s attitude towards their younger brothers before deciding whether to go there.

When the news of the evil spirit’s appearance spread through the ghost community in Youzhou City to the ghost communities in various other places, Bi Cen hurried back to Dingtian Mansion.

One morning, Cong Zhu found her; when she saw Bi Cen’s return, she almost cried. “Mansion lord, you finally came back. With what just happened last night, how could you be running around in the morning?”

Allowing Cong Zhu to chatter next to her, Bi Cen rummaged through the cabinets without looking up. “Where is the white fox fur cloak that was sent to our mansion by Xuan’an that year?”

“You gave it to Young Master Ye?” Cong Zhu wiped her face and asked in confusion, “Mansion Lord, what are you asking that for?”

Bi Cen couldn’t remember who Young Master Ye was. “Young Master Ye?”

At that time in her previous life, she had still been in a state of denial, dumbfounded, and hadn’t believed in her own fate. She’d looked everywhere for young monks to stuff into the mansion, right after the previous mansion lord—her master, Daoist Mo Yuan—passed away. She’d cared about her fate and was even more determined, trying to test the fate of the Lone Star on those monks.

If you wanted to keep those monks there, you had to give them some sweetness, so she often gave things to them.

Thus, people outside the mansion had thought that she had no ability and was, essentially, a seductress. The monks in the mansion were also sentimental people—for example, Yun Qingzhu, who had thought she liked his face and made many requests. So when she hadn’t agreed, he’d pushed her down into the river in anger.

Now that she thought about it, why had she been so stupid back then?

Fate was fate, and it could not be reversed, as her master had clearly told her.

Thinking of the past, Bi Cen’s eyes turned red. Black air quietly overflowed from her nails.
Unconsciously, Cong Zhu heard Bi Cen mention Young Master Ye and couldn’t help complaining. “Mansion lord, you should stop crowding people into the mansion. Look at Dingtian Mansion’s accounts—everything is all in a deficit, and even the daily expenses are almost unable to support the mansion. Are you in a hurry?”

Bi Cen suppressed the ghostly energy that was overflowing in her body and turned to ask Cong Zhu, “So many expenses?” 

“Yes, the young men need to devote themselves to their spiritual development, and many spirit stones need to be bought.”

“Then kick them all out,” Bi Cen coldly shot back.

From this moment on, her money could only be given to Lou Jing.

Cong Zhu: “???”

Cong Zhu: “Mansion lord, you don’t like them?”

“I never liked them in the first place.” 

After being confused for a long while, Cong Zhu replied, “So, your love has disappeared, right?”

Bi Cen stood up and looked at her condescendingly. “I said that, for them, there’s no ‘love’, and also no ‘like’.”

Pinned by Bi Cen’s cold gaze, Cong Zhu unconsciously shrank her neck back and gradually felt a chill run down her back.

For some reason, she felt that the mansion lord had changed a lot—she hadn’t been so… fierce before.

The current mansion lord looked at her as if she were looking at a dead person.

Thinking of the rumors about the mansion lord’s “spirit possession” last night, Cong Zhu shuddered.

“You, you… Are you the mansion lord?” Cong Zhu asked tremblingly.

Bi Cen said emotionlessly, “What do you think?”

Cong Zhu sniffed, about to cry. “Mansion lord, don’t scare me…”

Bi Cen took a deep breath. “Alright, have you ever seen ghosts with shadows? I’m like that. Isn’t it because I was hurt by them?”

After all these twists and turns, Cong Zhu stared blankly. “Ah?”

Bi Cen: “I was so good to them before, but Yun Qingzhu pushed me down the river last night. My heart has grown tired. Raising a dog would be better than raising these ungrateful, heartless people.” 

Cong Zhu heard that familiar tone and breathed a sigh of relief. “Mansion lord, it’s good that you were able to pull yourself together. Those things are useless, and to have no money is a disaster.”

“Yes.” Bi Cen sat down on the chair, raised her legs, and played with a silver dagger inlaid with green agate. “Cong Zhu, go, dismiss them all.”

“Yes, mansion lord.” Cong Zhu called a group of servants and excitedly rushed out.

With just a cup of tea, Bi Cen’s yard became lively.

It was the monks who were dissatisfied, asking for an explanation.

Although they had been in Dingtian Mansion since not too long ago, they had already benefited a lot. How could they be willing to ask them to leave now?

Moreover, they’d thought that the Mansion Lord of Dingtian Mansion was a romantic person and certainly felt more or less affectionate towards each of them; hearing the reason why Bi Cen had dismissed them, they felt that they had room for recovery. So, one after another, they came to her door.

The servants stopped them at the gate of Bi Cen’s yard, not letting them in, and it was very noisy outside.

From the ground, a ghost came up and proclaimed fiercely, “So noisy! My king, do you want us to kill them?”

The ghost’s face was mangled, and it’d died ugly. Bi Cen looked over and restored the ghost’s face—Cong Zhu’s appearance came into view.

Bi Cen said, “Go back into the ground, Cong Zhu is here.”

Ghost Cong Zhu reluctantly burrowed back down.

Bi Cen’s gaze deepened.

When she had been reborn, all the people who had been tragically killed and transformed into ghosts in her previous life’s demon slaughter had followed her back to this point in time.

Therefore, there would be a living Cong Zhu and a ghost Cong Zhu in this world.

—To be more specific, almost all the living people in Youzhou City now had their corresponding ghosts:

The people who had died, tragically turned into ghosts, and returned.

Perhaps, at this moment, they were secretly watching their living selves and reminiscing about their past lives.

Since last night, Youzhou City had quietly turned into a true ghost town.

Fortunately, in her previous life, Bi Cen had had the means to turn herself into an evil spirit, and these ghosts regarded her as their king. Now she could control them, make them kill their current selves, and replace them, once they possessed their bodies.

Bi Cen glanced at the ground where ghost Cong Zhu had disappeared and looked up at the living Cong Zhu. “What, they refuse to go?”

Cong Zhu was just about to be pissed off by these shameless monks and said angrily: “They’ve taken a liking to your money!”

“I’ll go and see.” Bi Cen got up and stepped out.

When the group of young monks saw her coming out, they became more excited.

“Mansion lord, why drive me away!”

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“Didn’t you say that you liked me?”

“Shut up! The mansion lord’s favorite is obviously me!”

    …

Dressed in white clothes, Bi Cen stood three steps away from this group of people, her eyes chillier than autumn. “I haven’t ever liked you. And if you don’t want to die, leave.”

Everyone: “…???”

Noise broke out, and everyone exploded. There were unbelievable questions; some thought she was just sensitive, and some said sweet words, then started to coax her.

Bi Cen suddenly pulled out her dagger and pointed it forwards.

The invisible breeze turned into a murderous hurricane—wrapped in gravel, it rolled towards everyone. The hurricane was like a knife. In a flash, it had made gaping holes in everyone’s sleeves.

There was an extra blood stain on everyone’s face.

Lightly, a handful of broken hair fell to the ground.

    “…”

Everyone was speechless.

Bi Cen broke the dead silence with a chilling voice. “Before you leave, return what I have given  you.”

She walked down the steps, ignoring everyone’s terrified eyes. “Of course, you could also choose not to leave—but the people of Daoism pay the most attention to cause and effect, and you will have to pay back as much as you took from me.”

Bi Cen suddenly smiled coldly. “It’s just that I’m afraid that you won’t be able to afford it, and in the end, you will have to pay me with your life.”

The monks who hadn’t left were shocked.

If it was said like this, who would still dare to stay?!

Before leaving, those who wanted to swallow the things they took from Bi Cen tamped down their careful thoughts, quickly unpacked, and returned the things to their original owner.

As for the spirit stones that they had consumed, they couldn’t afford to pay them back, so they had to ask the one in charge to let them do some work in the mansion to offset some of the cause and effect.

Dingtian Mansion, which had been struggling in a deficit, quickly became considerably more prosperous.

Cong Zhu, who reported to Bi Cen, couldn’t help but worship her: “Mansion lord, you’re so handsome today! Swish, you pull out a dagger and scare them away, so amazing!”

Bi Cen turned the account book and raised her eyes. “So I wasn’t handsome before?”

Cong Zhu scratched her head and said embarrassedly, “You were also handsome… but not as handsome.”

Bi Cen shot a warning glance at ghost Cong Zhu, who was laying behind living Cong Zhu, and closed the account book. “Our mansion’s deficit is still quite serious.”

“Yes, there has been no commission from catching ghosts recently,” Cong Zhu answered, rubbing her shoulders. She always felt a lot of soreness there… It seemed as if something was pressing there.

Ghost Cong Zhu smiled and blew a ghostly breath into her ear.

“Sss, mansion lord, it has become a lot colder this autumn,” Cong Zhu said, shivering.

“…” Bi Cen sighed and patted her shoulder. “Go back and rest, we will have something to do soon.”

“Oh.” Cong Zhu pressed at her shoulders and moved them suspiciously, suddenly feeling that her shoulders were no longer sore.

After Cong Zhu left, the ghost floated from living Cong Zhu to Bi Cen. “My king, do you want us to make some noise and create a chance for you to catch ghosts?”

Bi Cen nodded. “Cong Zhu, you understand me.”

“Which family is better?” Ghost Cong Zhu said. “Wait, let me ask everyone—you should choose a very vicious family.” She prepared to leave.

Bi Cen called after her, “Cong Zhu.”

“Yes?”

“Tell everyone that I shall grant them revenge,” Bi Cen declared. “This time—this time, the demons who killed them will attack Youzhou City again. “

“Yes! Mansion lord, we all believe you!!” Ghost Cong Zhu nodded vigorously, smiled, and then went into the ground.

Bi Cen sat alone for a while, then summoned a grieving ghost.

The grieving ghost shrank his head tremblingly. “My king… you—do you have anything to order?” 

Bi Cen pointed to the large parcel in a container. “Go to the Daoist temple and give these things to Lou Jing. If he asks, you tell him these words…”
….

Lou Jing was awakened by Thunderbolt’s barking.

He sat up, in a daze. Feeling a chill approaching, he hurriedly took a consecrated dagger out from under his pillow.

The ghost’s voice sounded more panicked than Lou Jing was. “Master Lou, show some mercy, I have no malice!”

“What are you doing?!” Lou Jing’s whole body was taut, his dull eyes drooping slightly, and the corners of his lips pursed, showing his nervousness.

“It’s like this—you saved a ghost before she died, and she wanted to repay you. She asked me to send you some warm clothes.”

“Nonsense!” He had spent most of his time in the Daoist temple and had never saved anyone!

Lou Jing slashed to the side, and half of the grieving ghost’s arm was almost cut off.

Ho, the little beauty who their king was fond of was really hot-tempered!

The ghost hurriedly said, “She said that if you don’t agree, she’d kill all the people in the city!”

“…” What kind of logic was this?

The grieving ghost: “Master Lou, just accept them. They’re just ordinary clothes. She wanted to buy them for you during her lifetime, but she didn’t get a chance to deliver it to you before she died. She’s so pitiful.”

Lou Jing didn’t want to accept them.

Strange clothes, strange ghosts; listening to it all felt fake.

But the ghost had already stuffed the big parcel into his hand.

Holding the big parcel, Lou Jing said, “I don’t want them! Take them back!”

The ghost said a few more words: “You must wear them. She said that if she didn’t see you wearing them for herself, she would hang people’s heads on the wall tomorrow! “

“…” What the hell was this? So cruel!

Lou Jing yelled a few more times, but the ghost didn’t respond and probably had already left.

Lou Jing hugged the big parcel for a while. Then, he carefully opened it and felt a piece of fluffy softness under his fingers.

He smelled it carefully; not smelling any strange scent, he was relieved.

Thunderbolt grabbed his legs with both front paws and cried worriedly at him.

“I’m fine.” Lou Jing fumbled, took out the fox fur cloak, and found that there was a quilt and several thick cotton coats underneath.

Further down, there was a large stack of silver bills.

Lou Jing: “???”

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