Qin Shaoqing furrowed his brow as he studied the female ghost, whose lower belly was slightly swollen.
“I’m not afraid to tell you—when my regional manager found her, he sent me a personal letter. Think about it, what kind of thing could make even a vengeful spirit unable to look away?” Fang Zhiyi sneered. “Tell him yourself.”
The female ghost stared straight ahead at the young Taoist exorcist.
“My name… is Xiaotao.”
Xiaotao’s family was poor; her mother had raised her alone. She worked hard and managed to get into a good school, but there she encountered the most terrible thing of all.
A handsome young man fussed over her day in and day out, successfully breaking through her defenses. Having never been in love before, Xiaotao could already picture how beautiful her future would be.
But soon, the man who had lured her into bed gradually revealed his true nature.
He was a gambler, hanging around with all sorts of disreputable friends. He had chosen Xiaotao simply because she looked easy to fool. He even tricked her into using her own identity to take out a pile of high-interest loans. Even at this point, she still held out hope for him.
And then she found out she was pregnant.
But when she told her boyfriend the news, he couldn’t care less and gradually began to distance himself from her.
Xiaotao discovered he had found a new girlfriend. Heartbroken and despairing, she was suddenly approached by him again. First, he slapped himself in the face, then begged for her forgiveness. Later, she learned that the girl he had deceived this time came from a family with serious connections. They had given him a brutal beating and forced him to pay a huge sum in compensation.
But Xiaotao herself was already drowning in debt—what could she do?
She never expected his solution to be simple: he wanted her to go out and provide sexual services. Some people had peculiar tastes; they liked pregnant women and would pay high prices.
Xiaotao was completely crushed. But the man clung to her relentlessly. All the tenderness was gone, replaced by beatings and abuse. She still refused, but then he did something even more terrifying.
“He sent out my nude photos.” The female ghost still stared straight at Qin Shaoqing, her face utterly blank, as if she were telling someone else’s story. “He even sent them to my mother, who lives far away in the countryside.”
“He thought that would scare me. It didn’t. But… I didn’t care about my own face—my mother did.” The female ghost lowered her head, as if trying to recall her mother’s face. “My mother hanged herself.”
“When I found out, I wanted to fight him to the death, but he knocked me unconscious and forced me onto someone else’s bed.”
The female ghost suddenly craned her neck, showing Qin Shaoqing the pitch-black hole there.
“I couldn’t kill anyone. So I could only kill myself.”
She fell silent.
Qin Shaoqing opened his mouth but no sound came out. He felt uncomfortable.
“And now you tell me, all vengeful spirits deserve to die?” Fang Zhiyi asked.
“She… she’s just an exception…”
Fang Zhiyi sneered again. “An exception? I had my people dig up your record, since you’re a famous exorcist… Last month, you indiscriminately slaughtered a bound spirit without a second thought—that was a child abused by their foster parents. Was that also an exception? You have quite a lot of exceptions.”
“I…”
“Alas!” Old Master Feng suddenly sighed. “Director Fang, blame me. I didn’t teach him well. I only taught him skills, but I didn’t teach him… justice.”
“Justice…” Qin Shaoqing looked at his master, repeating the word. He turned again to face the female ghost, his eyes now holding a complicated mix of emotions.
“It makes sense,” Fang Zhiyi said. “An exorcist who loathes evil will naturally never give those vengeful spirits a chance to speak. And spirits burning with revenge won’t have the time to explain either… Of course, some spirits never get their revenge and eventually forget why they died, turning instead to commit evil.”
“What our Dongshan Group aims to prevent is exactly this kind of situation. Under me, I now have more than twenty regional managers. They’re all vengeful spirits who have completely forgotten their past lives, and their job is to manage the ghosts within their assigned areas, especially to handle any new vengeful spirit immediately. That’s why your workload has been much lighter lately.”
Qin Shaoqing’s mind went blank. He gaped at Fang Zhiyi.
“Especially those spirits reduced to pure obsession—the company captures them uniformly and hands them over to the ghost officers. As you know, Old Feng, with only two ghost officers assigned to a whole district, there are bound to be oversights.”
Old Feng nodded repeatedly. “The atmosphere in City A has indeed improved a lot.”
“Shall we move on, then?” Fang Zhiyi suddenly stood up and made a gesture toward the door.
Old Feng smiled and shook his head. “I still have many things to do. I won’t come along.” He fixed his gaze on his disciple. “Learn well from Director Fang! Catching ghosts is no big skill! Indiscriminate killing only piles up more karma!”
Seeing that Qin Shaoqing had lost his earlier arrogance, Old Feng cupped his hands toward Fang Zhiyi. “I really am busy—the Soul Summoner covers an even larger area… Director Fang, I truly must thank you. Without you, City A alone would keep me running ragged. If this thick-headed disciple of mine keeps this up, feel free to tell me anytime!”
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
“Master!” Qin Shaoqing couldn’t help himself as Old Feng turned to leave. “What about Junior Sister…”
Old Feng looked back, seeming to already know the situation. “She’s the opposite extreme to you. You can still be saved—she’s beyond hope. Since she’s left the sect, from now on, you have no such junior sister!”
Qin Shaoqing paused, then nodded.
“You little brat—you’ve never sent me a single dime since I went down below… If it weren’t for my skills, I’d have been in big trouble…”
Qin Shaoqing lowered his head awkwardly, muttering to himself: Didn’t you say I only needed to burn incense for you every day?
“Hey, Wryneck! Bring Old Feng some local specialties!”
“Got it, boss! Old Feng, right this way!”
Fang Zhiyi turned to Qin Shaoqing. “Then come with me?”
“Hmph,” Qin Shaoqing snorted coldly.
“Don’t think about laying a hand on me. Forget whether you could even beat all the vengeful spirits here combined—above me, there’s still your master, and above your master, there are the judges of the underworld.” Fang Zhiyi casually threw an arm around Qin Shaoqing’s shoulder. “Young man, you need to use your brain. Out in the world, it’s not about who’s toughest—it’s about connections, about backing. What good does just catching ghosts do?”
Qin Shaoqing wanted to argue, but couldn’t find the words.
Still, after hesitating for a moment, he followed him out, with the female ghost walking silently behind.
And so, two ghosts and one man walked from Dongshan Cemetery all the way into the city. Qin Shaoqing soon discovered that this Fang Zhiyi was too fond of complaining—first about his wooden mind, then about his clumsy tongue, and finally about how poor he was, not even owning a car.
Qin Shaoqing could only feel that he really wanted to go find his master.
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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