Xiaoxiaohei stared blankly at this host who seemed like a madman, stumbling around aimlessly, until he stopped again at a mass grave, even revealing a somewhat twisted smile.
"Draw on power and gather the five elements, huh? That reminds me..." Fang Zhiyi muttered to himself, as he began crouching down to dig open the shallowly buried mounds.
Most of the dead buried in the mass grave didn’t have coffins, after all, poor people couldn’t afford to be laid to rest in a favorable feng shui spot like the wealthy gentry. The eastern hill belonged to Squire Wang, the western wasteland to Landlord Hu—the final destination for the poor was usually the mass grave.
Fang Zhiyi concentrated intensely, squatting beside the rotting corpse with a small jar in hand, his gaze dark and grim. He dug up several graves before finding one that met his requirements, and then he waited patiently.
As he collected the corpse oil, Fang Zhiyi began tearing apart the stolen clothes, clumsily piecing them together into a single piece of fabric. Luckily, commoners’ clothes were simple in design, so it didn’t take too much effort.
"Watch this... the cloth is rough, sure, but the quality’s passable..."
In the end, Fang Zhiyi stuffed the crooked piece of fabric into a pickled vegetable jar, peeked inside to check, then scooped up dirt to seal the jar’s mouth. Every movement was careful, as if he were storing some treasure.
An eerie wind blew, carrying faint wails and cries. Fang Zhiyi waved his hand impatiently: "All of you, scram!" He knew it was the sound of lingering spirits that hadn’t yet dissipated—they couldn’t threaten him beyond that.
For the rest of the day, Fang Zhiyi just sat there silently, staring at the jar. If not for the detectable heartbeat, Xiaoxiaohei would have thought he was dead.
When night fell again, Fang Zhiyi picked up the jar, gently pried open the sealed clay, and reached inside to pull out the fabric. A look of joy spread across his face—a look that, to Xiaoxiaohei, seemed somewhat deranged.
Fang Zhiyi spread the oil-soaked cloth flat on the ground, unabashedly picking up a brush to write on it with intense focus, sweat beading on his forehead. Two hours later, he finished the last stroke, glanced around, picked a random broken wooden stick, lifted the remaining ink, and without hesitation bit his tongue to spit blood into the ink bowl. He stirred it with his finger, then carefully applied it to the stick.
Finally, he bound the eerie-looking cloth to the stick. Once done, Fang Zhiyi swung it around, frowned in thought, and ran back to the mass grave. He returned after a long while, clutching a few hard-to-find coffin nails. Picking up a piece of bluestone, he hammered the nails one by one into the back of the stick, driving the tips through the cloth, then bent them over to secure the wobbling fabric firmly.
"Host, better head into the city while it's still dark. The dangers of this world are beyond you," Xiaoxiaohei finally spoke as Fang Zhiyi finished his work.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at it and suddenly shook the rag in his hand.
"Souls and shades, all come forth, every spirit bows to my command!"
As he shook it, eerie winds began to stir, and the faint ghostly cries grew clearer.
Xiaoxiaohei watched the bizarre scene in confusion, unsure if its host had gone mad, but then thought—as long as he stayed alive, the mission was complete.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Fang Zhiyi burst out laughing. "Dangerous? They don’t even know what danger is!"
Xiaoxiaohei stared wide-eyed at this clearly insane host.
"Immortal cultivation, huh! Alchemy, huh!"
Xiaoxiaohei’s eyes gradually lit up: "Detecting abnormal physical condition in host! Activating soul protection mechanism..." But before its voice broadcast finished, Fang Zhiyi grabbed it with one hand.
"I’m fine. Shut up."
Xiaoxiaohei looked suspiciously at this figure now reeking of black fumes.
...
"Boss... Old Five is raving again." A bandit with a scarred half-face held a bone club, his tone impatient. "How about I put him out of his misery?"
The Chief glanced at Old Five, who was staring in terror and shouting, but said nothing.
Not to mention what skills that old Daoist had, Old Five’s right hand wound was already festering. He probably wouldn’t last much longer.
Seeing the boss indifferent, the scar-faced bandit pulled out a short knife.
"Sorry, Fifth Brother," he thought gleefully. One less person to split the loot—who would complain about extra cash? Tough luck, Old Five.
Just as the knife was about to strike, something blurred before his eyes.
"What was that?"
The next moment, black mist spread, extinguishing their campfire almost instantly.
The Chief froze for a moment, then frowned and shouted, "Everyone, stay calm!"
But a scream came from Old Five’s direction. He whirled around—one of his men who had been standing there was gone.
"Who’s there?"
No sooner had he spoken than another scream came from a lackey on his right. He spun quickly, catching a glimpse in the faint moonlight: someone was being dragged into the woods.
"Boss, Boss... we’ve run into something evil," the last remaining minion stammered in terror. Then suddenly, a blob of black mist coalesced before him, taking a human shape covered in struggling, howling faces!
"Ah!!!"
The Chief looked over—his last man was gone.
Now it was just him and Old Five, who was still moaning nearby.
"Who the hell are you! I’m not afraid of you! I’ve got blood on my hands—come at me if you dare!" the Chief shouted, though his trembling legs betrayed his fear.
"I know you’ve got blood on your hands. That’s the only reason I’d kill you."
"Who!"
The black mist slowly dissipated, revealing a figure. The Chief squinted to make out the newcomer. This man looked more like a refugee than his own men, but when he saw the face, his eyes flew wide.
"It’s you! I recognize you!"
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Good. Glad you recognize me. I’d hate for you not to."
"Don’t think I’m scared just because you picked up some tricks from that old Daoist!" the Chief brandished his knife. "I’m telling you, even as a ghost, I won’t let you off!"
"Of course," Fang Zhiyi said. "Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off either."
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