"Miss Jiang." The ghost behind her nearly burst into tears when it saw Jiang Xixi return.
Among all the spirits, Jiang Xixi was the most reliable to them. After all, she had been around for years, and her power was formidable. To them, seeing Little Wei was like seeing a lifeline.
"Mhm, stay back for now." Little Wei glanced at her staff.
The staff gleamed with a silver light, and Little Wei's eyes curved into a smile.
If there was one thing she feared least, it was the dark forces of any world—zombies, insectoids, demons, and in this world, Xu Yichen.
Xu Yichen trembled the moment he saw the staff. Before Little Wei could even strike, he hastily grabbed Zhao Xi and fled.
Little Wei: ???
Seriously? At least give her a chance to fight.
They just ran away?
How boring.
By the time Youyin arrived, panting heavily, she saw a group of ghosts and Little Wei staring at each other in silence.
After a long pause, one bold ghost finally stepped forward, eyeing Little Wei’s staff.
"Um, Miss Jiang… what is that thing?"
But bold as they were, none of them dared to touch the staff. Their survival instincts screamed that it was an extremely dangerous weapon. If they so much as brushed against it, they’d be wiped out.
"For you, this is… an interesting little thing." Little Wei smirked, her lips curling slightly.
"Want to try touching it?" She offered the staff to the ghosts, hoping to ease the tension.
The ghosts scrambled back several steps, shaking their heads frantically.
"No, no, we’re good! We’d rather stay alive—well, as alive as we can be." Their eyes were filled with lingering fear.
That strange ghost earlier had been terrifying. If Little Wei hadn’t returned, they wouldn’t even be remnants—not that they had any remnants to begin with.
"Starting today, I’ll take you to find your descendants. As for this place, I’ll have someone keep an eye on it." Little Wei reassured them.
After all, their burial grounds were sacred to them.
"Who… who’ll watch it? That feng shui master?" The ghosts glanced warily at Youyin.
Still, they knew Youyin had saved them, so they harbored no ill will toward her.
"Not her. Someone else. Don’t worry—I’ll leave the staff with them."
After addressing the ghosts, Little Wei turned to the little loli in her spatial realm.
"Come out later, but transform into a man."
"Why a man?" The little loli swung her feet, clearly displeased.
"It’ll make them trust you more. This land is their only home—I need them to leave with peace of mind." Little Wei sighed.
She couldn’t just send out a little girl. The ghosts would think she was mocking them.
"Fine, fine, I get it." The little loli knew when to be serious.
Soon, a man—now the transformed little loli—emerged from the hillside.
Little Wei glanced over and froze.
Then she nearly facepalmed.
"Whose idea was this look?" She was at a loss for words.
The little loli, now a tall, elegant man with refined features, looked exactly like Little Wei’s original form—before she met Si.
Seriously? She’d been dead for ages. Seeing someone who looked exactly like her former self was enough to send chills down her spine.
"I’m here." With Youyin present, the little loli couldn’t act too theatrically.
After all, she’d learned from Little Wei—dignity mattered. Reputation was everything.
"Good. Take this. I’ll lead the others away." Little Wei handed over the staff.
The staff was familiar with the little loli and would obey her.
"OK, no problem."
The ghosts whispered among themselves, eyeing the handsome man chatting casually with Miss Jiang.
Who was this guy?
Even Youyin couldn’t help staring.
The novel’s fragments had barely mentioned Jiang Xixi—certainly not enough to justify this sudden appearance of a living, breathing man.
Who was he?
Youyin felt a twinge of jealousy.
But before she could dwell on it, Little Wei led the ghosts down the mountain.
Youyin trailed behind silently, ignored by the spirits.
Little Wei stopped at a stationery shop to buy pens and paper for registration. Though they were her neighbors, she didn’t even know their names.
Unfortunately, after the nightmare array and Xu Yichen’s torment, only a dozen or so ghosts remained.
She led them to an alley.
"Line up. Fill in your details—the more specific, the better. Since you died after me, finding your descendants shouldn’t take long. If you sense them nearby, let me know, and I’ll take you there."
Little Wei wasn’t keen on letting the ghosts wander alone. In their weakened state, a single malevolent spirit could destroy them.
"Thank you, Miss." The ghosts wiped away grateful tears.
They knew Little Wei had no obligation to help them.
"No problem. If we hurry, we can wrap this up in a few days."
That was a lie.
And the lie collapsed almost immediately.
Because this was far from simple.
"Are you sure that’s your descendant?" Little Wei eyed the teenage girl beside her.
The girl, about fifteen or sixteen, shook her head, her dull gaze fixed on the man below.
"No. That’s my brother."
Little Wei studied the middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. He was hitting someone—likely his daughter.
"Get out! I don’t want to see you!"
The man spat in disgust and slammed the door shut.
Little Wei: "..."
"Your brother’s got quite the temper. How was he with you?" She rubbed her temples, already foreseeing complications.
"My brother…" The girl fell silent. "He was only seventeen when I died."
Little Wei went quiet too.
Seventeen was too young to judge. Some people’s personalities didn’t settle until their twenties or thirties.
She glanced at the man’s daughter.
"Decide how you want to handle this, but make it quick."
The daughter, having just been slapped, was on the verge of tears.
"It’s just a stupid Promax! You have savings! I hate you, Dad!"
Little Wei: "..."
Damn fruit-brand phones, ruining lives.
She glanced at her own phone.
Honestly, being pampered by a rich wife was way better—though she didn’t endorse the idea.
Not that it mattered.
Xiancao’s fans probably weren’t the type to be sugar babies anyway.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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