Ghost King 04

The one who caused all this didn’t really care, and when the time came, he just reincarnated.

But Liu Xiaohua ended up crossing paths with the heroine and the others. She saw Gong Yu’s true form and screamed to tell everyone, but nobody believed her. Yet the heroine believed it—that was how she discovered Gong Yu’s real identity.

Later, Gong Yu bore a grudge. Liu Xiaohua and nearly everyone in her village died at his hands.

However, the heroine didn’t know this. They were just collateral damage in the heroine and hero’s storyline.

After reading this part of the plot, Little Hei scratched his head. “I just found it interesting, so… like I said, I’m not really familiar with…”

“Shut up,” Fang Zhiyi said as he stood up and drifted toward the girls walking away.

He watched as the other girls abandoned Liu Xiaohua and ran off quickly, even turning back to scare her as they left, their voices full of smugness.

Liu Xiaohua crouched in front of a tombstone, trembling. She cautiously looked up, and her gaze accidentally met Fang Zhiyi’s. Terrified, she quickly lowered her head.

Fang Zhiyi understood now: Little Hei’s added backstory was real.

“The password… the password… I haven’t told my wife my password yet…” A male ghost drifted back and forth, muttering to himself.

Liu Xiaohua instinctively covered her ears.

Other ghosts noticed this human girl. Having recently died, they were drawn to her living, vital energy and began circling around her.

It seemed that even without the original owner’s interference, this girl would have met trouble today.

Fang Zhiyi sighed at the sight of her curled up there, even though he had no breath to sigh with.

“Why is she trembling? Can she see me? Can she see me?” The man who had been muttering about his password grew agitated and slowly moved closer to Liu Xiaohua.

But the next moment, his hair was grabbed by Fang Zhiyi. The male ghost struggled, only to get punched in the gut.

“Get lost!”

Fang Zhiyi’s eyes burned with murderous intent.

“You… you want to keep her all to yourself…” Another ghost didn’t get to finish before Fang Zhiyi kicked him flying.

Only then did the others recall how this new ghost had brutally beaten a vicious spirit yesterday.

Though resentful, they dared not challenge Fang Zhiyi as he stood with his hands on his hips in front of Liu Xiaohua. They grumbled and scattered, their eyes full of reluctance.

Fang Zhiyi simply sat cross-legged on a nearby tombstone.

Liu Xiaohua still crouched there, but she had stopped trembling.

“So, just say it—aren’t you afraid that Qin Shaoqing will charge in here and off you?” Little Hei suddenly asked.

Fang Zhiyi chuckled. “Rushing into a cemetery to catch ghosts? He wouldn’t do that.” He had once been a Taoist priest himself and knew the rules of their kind. At least, you couldn’t camp out at someone’s spawn point to grind monsters. A cemetery was a gathering place for souls waiting for reincarnation. Stirring up trouble there would bring huge karmic consequences.

“Even with all that talk, you still can’t get out.”

“Can you shut up? Guess whose fault it is that I can’t get out?”

“Uh… the weather’s nice today…”

As the sky gradually brightened, the wandering ghosts nearby retreated to their one-room graves.

Fang Zhiyi jumped down from the tombstone and gazed at the distant mountains glowing with dawn. “Be careful on your own. Don’t come here again unless you have to.”

With that, he patted his butt and headed toward his own grave. His soul was strong, but even he had to yield to the natural order.

After Fang Zhiyi left, Liu Xiaohua suddenly lifted her head to stare at the ghost’s retreating back. She knew that without him, she would have been doomed last night. But after looking around, she tried to stand and run. Her legs, numb from crouching too long, gave way, and she fell to the ground.

“Hey, aren’t you going to ask her to take you out?” Little Hei felt a tinge of regret.

Fang Zhiyi frowned. “She’s just an ordinary person who can see ghosts. How could she get me out? Have some decency.”

“Then what’s your plan?” Little Hei realized he had messed up the target and that it was going to be tricky.

“You ask how often the ghosts here enter reincarnation?” Liu Sandao looked at Fang Zhiyi before him, mulling it over. “A death spirit comes to collect souls about every seven days…”

“How have you managed to stay here all this time?” Fang Zhiyi asked.

Liu Sandao chuckled. “Simple—just don’t leave.”

“Don’t leave?” Fang Zhiyi was stunned. Were the death spirits in this world so easygoing?

“But if you can enter the cycle of reincarnation, you should go as soon as possible,” Liu Sandao said, his face full of sincerity. “Ghosts who refuse to leave are those with unfinished karma—either waiting for someone, seeking revenge, or just plain crazy. If you stay out of sight, the death spirits won’t force you to leave. But if you linger too long, your memories as a human will gradually fade, and you’ll become a wandering soul, liable to die at the hands of other vicious ghosts or Taoist priests…”

“You’re lying to me,” Fang Zhiyi suddenly said.

Liu Sandao looked innocent. “What am I lying to you about?”

“How are you still fine?”

Liu Sandao paused, then burst into laughter. “How am I still fine? I… I’ve already forgotten who I am or where I came from.” He turned and pointed at his own tombstone. “There are so many words on it, but I only recognize my own name. I can’t make sense of any of the others…”

Fang Zhiyi stared at him. “Then why don’t you want to go reincarnate?”

“Why don’t I want to go reincarnate? I…” Liu Sandao froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. “That’s right. Why haven’t I gone reincarnating? I…”

As his head began to wobble and a black haze crept over his pupils, Fang Zhiyi knew something was wrong. He immediately raised his hand and slapped him hard.

The slap jolted Liu Sandao back to his senses, and he looked at Fang Zhiyi in bewilderment. “Why did you hit me, young man? Bullying an old man like me?”

Fang Zhiyi shook his head in frustration and looked at the other ghosts in the cemetery. Most wore blank expressions, while a few muttered to one another about something unknown.

Liu Sandao suddenly asked, “Hey, what were you asking me just now? Was it about…”

Fang Zhiyi turned his head. “Shut up.”

Liu Sandao shrank his neck, clasped his hands behind his back, and trudged toward his own grave. “Times have changed, people have no respect anymore… I’m getting old…”

Before long, Fang Zhiyi saw the death spirits. Two figures in black, their features completely unclear, simply appeared out of nowhere. They drifted slowly from one end to the other, with souls wishing to reincarnate trailing behind them. Strangely, as those souls followed, they grew numb and expressionless, walking forward mechanically.

Liu Sandao had long since retreated into his grave. As he said, even if you didn’t want to leave, it was better not to loiter in front of the death spirits.