Fight the Ghost 012

Lao Tang, the night watchman, was being exceptionally careful today. After all, he had seen something unclean last night, which made his voice much quieter than usual.

"I must have just been seeing things yesterday. Yes, seeing things," Lao Tang comforted himself. "I'm getting old, my eyes are failing me..."

Just as he finished speaking, his expression stiffened once again. A woman in a white dress drifted straight past his eyes.

In the dead of night, the Yin energy was at its peak.

Lao Tang felt his blood run cold.

"Seeing things... I must be seeing things." Despite saying this, his legs were no longer obeying his commands.

The well-jumping ghost, Mei'er, harbored immense resentment, solely focused on finding the culprit who had wronged her.

She was a ghost, after all! How could she let someone treat her like that?

Her luck was quite good. After just wandering around a bit, she spotted a familiar figure. Fang Zhiyi had just gotten up in the middle of the night, muttering something to himself. Watching him close the door and enter the room, Mei'er's face twisted into a ferocious scowl.

She passed straight through the door and entered the room.

The first thing she did was cry...

Wait, who was crying even more miserably than her?

When she got a clear look at the situation in the room, Mei'er froze in place.

The room was filled with the spirit tablets of various deities. One or two would have been fine, but with a whole room full of them gathered together, the entire space was suffused with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

And that crying sound was coming from a fellow ghost squatting in the corner.

No, not just one. There were several.

"We have a walk-in?" Someone suddenly spoke from behind her. Mei'er stiffly and slowly turned her head, only to see a young girl standing behind her, holding a coil of red string.

She could naturally sense that this was not a human, but a demon.

"Since you're here, be sensible and go squat over there." Little White was already familiar with Fang Zhiyi's standard operating procedures, and she was doing her best to fulfill her duties.

Mei'er's previous plans were now completely shattered. The coercive pressure exuding from the spirit tablets in the room rendered her unable to move.

What kind of person would set up so many deity tablets in their home? If all the vengeful ghosts in Jiang Town came here, they would probably have to obediently line up and squat!

Seeing her not moving, Little White sighed, casually pulled out a length of the coiled red string, wrapped it around her, and dragged her over to the corner.

The other ghosts all turned to look at her.

Having stayed by the well for a long time, Mei'er rarely saw other ghosts, and at this moment, she was at a bit of a loss.

The ghosts just looked at each other, exchanging glances, none of them knowing what to say. The ghost from earlier began to cover its face and weep bitterly again.

It wasn't until the sleeping Fang Zhiyi let out an impatient scolding that the ghost reluctantly shut its mouth.

Little White lowered her voice: "Stop howling. The Daoist Master said he'll solve your problem tomorrow." Her tone was full of pity. She casually placed a bowl of offerings in front of the starved ghost. The starved ghost first looked at Little White, pointed at itself in disbelief, and upon seeing Little White nod, immediately began to wolf down the food.

Mei'er noticed that a faint, gentle white light briefly shimmered across the demon's body.

But she couldn't worry about that now. She wanted to slap herself in the face. This was just great; in seeking justice, she had delivered herself right into a trap, and she had no idea how she would be treated.

The next day, when Fang Zhiyi woke up, Little White had already prepared a jar for the fierce ghosts as instructed, stuffing them inside at daybreak. Fang Zhiyi glanced at the bowl of food on the floor. Although it still looked fine, it had likely lost all its essence and flavor.

He gave Little White a meaningful look. Little White hastily lowered her head, feeling a bit panicked inside.

Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi didn't say anything.

Today, just like before, someone came seeking help as soon as the doors opened. Being in a small place had one advantage: both good and bad news traveled fast. This was pretty good for Fang Zhiyi, as it at least provided him with the means to make a living.

He was busy until noon, when Little Hei, who had gone out to watch the excitement, finally strolled back leisurely.

"Wow, it's a real pity you didn't see it. What a huge drama! Super huge!" he gestured wildly.

"Oh?"

"I haven't seen such a melodramatic plot in ages! It was more thrilling than a movie!"

The story started with He Yuling running away from home. She only remembered Fang Zhiyi saying that He Chusheng was in the provincial capital. In reality, Fang Zhiyi had just been talking nonsense, so after she went through all the trouble to reach the provincial capital, she didn't find He Chusheng. That was because, at this time, He Chusheng was still dawdling elsewhere.

However, since she had come to the provincial capital, He Yuling's eyes were opened. First, she saw the girls who had returned from studying abroad dressed up gorgeously in beautiful skirts. As an only daughter, He Yuling naturally refused to be outdone. She immediately took out money to buy such skirts, but after walking around, she found no one selling them. A shop boss told her that these skirts had to be ordered from abroad, which would take quite a long time.

The one thing He Yuling lacked the least was time. She agreed, then turned around and went to the teahouses and theaters for entertainment.

But this visit turned out to be a big deal; He Yuling became captivated by an opera singer.

People always say it's hard to learn good habits, but going bad happens in the blink of an eye. Although He Yuling, who had lived in Jiang Town all year round, had seen opera troupes before, she had never seen a spectacle like this. The wealthy ladies were throwing money and gifts onto the stage, some even throwing rings. Her competitive spirit flared up, and naturally, she refused to fall behind the others.

A fresh face like He Yuling also caught the attention of the theater boss. The boss specifically instructed the opera singer to pay extra attention to this newly arrived wealthy young lady. Facing the singer's flirtatious glances, He Yuling felt wonderful all over, entirely forgetting what she had come to the provincial capital for in the first place.

Just as she and the opera singer were getting heavily involved, He Chusheng finally arrived in the provincial capital as well.

Unlike He Yuling, he had practically been driven out of town and had suffered a great deal along the way. Fortunately, his luck was good, and he kept meeting people who helped him on his journey. This time was no different. He picked up a wealthy young lady's purse and, without a second thought, chased after her to return it. He Chusheng was very handsome, and the young lady was attracted to him at first glance.

Thus, while He Yuling was indulging herself in the theater, He Chusheng began dating this wealthy young lady, Qiu Qing.

Fate is always full of various coincidences, let alone for these two destined enemies.

The money He Yuling had brought with her ran out, and the opera singer's attitude toward her gradually grew cold. This made He Yuling very uncomfortable. A fresh face sat in the seat next to hers and smilingly threw money onto the stage. Seeing the new face, the opera singer's expression immediately changed. Witnessing this scene, He Yuling was instantly filled with jealousy. She turned her head, wanting to assert her dominance, but as she turned, she met a familiar pair of eyes.

It was none other than He Chusheng and Qiu Qing.

At this moment, He Yuling finally remembered her purpose for coming to the provincial capital. Seeing Qiu Qing holding her lover's arm, she gritted her teeth in hatred, and then got into a massive argument with He Chusheng.

He Chusheng, seeing that he was just about to marry into a wealthy family, was completely thrown off by He Yuling's sudden outburst.