“Mom, are they really bad people?” Yingying’s slender waist turned as she faced her mother, gradually convinced by her mother’s words.
At that moment, as Xiao You’s expression subtly shifted, Ghost姬’s resentful eyes flickered with a glimmer of joy. “Xiao You, someone is coming! Listen to Mom—transform the cliff ahead into a path, and Mom will enchant him. We’ll escape this suffering soon!”
“Alright… I guess.” After a brief hesitation, Xiao You finally nodded, and her tall, ethereal figure vanished as if she were a mirage.
The heavens, earth, and humanity each have their own laws. The most pitiable are the wandering souls, not only drifting without a home in the human world, but also destined to possess extremely weak ghostly powers, relying only on harmless illusions to deal with the living.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a piercing scream echoed through the night sky. Under Ghost姬’s subtle allure, the lustful man who had been secretly meeting with a nun willingly leapt into the deadly abyss!
“Hmph! Scum!” Ghost姬 transformed back into her ghostly form and turned to her daughter, who had also resumed her original form. “Xiao You, did you see that?! This is what men in the human world are like—there’s not a decent one among them!”
Xiao You remained silent, finding it hard to argue with her mother. If the man hadn’t taken advantage of someone in distress and been blinded by lust, how could he have fallen off the cliff so easily?! Truly deserving of his fate!
“Let’s go find that rascal San!”
The deep, echoing words still drifted in the night air as Ghost姬 and her daughter vanished like phantoms, flying toward the perpetually turbulent Liu Mang Town.
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“Boss, you finally came out!” Qiao San, dressed in short clothes with a short sword at his waist, had just arrived at the corner where the ruffians gathered, when several of his underlings swarmed toward him.
“Damn it, I’m not some delicate lady, why are you all in such a hurry to find me?!” Once he became the bold San, Qiao San’s ruffian nature emerged. Many times he secretly wondered whether this was an act or if he was truly born a ruffian at heart.
“Brother San, you don’t know, right? This year’s election meeting is being held early—it’s in three days!” One young hooligan jumped up excitedly, as if the “election meeting” were as important as the imperial examinations.
“What the hell does that have to do with me?!” Qiao San rolled his eyes. His somewhat unruly hair swayed slightly. Having been a ruffian for two years, he was no stranger to the underworld. Compared to the big shots who always talked about “chivalry,” he saw things more clearly than anyone else, being just a small-timer himself.
“Hehe… Brother San, this year every small-timer has to attend the election, and your name is on the list!”
The younger ruffians hadn’t reached such an understanding yet, still fantasizing, “If you, Brother San, get chosen by the King of Yaksha to be the chief punk, we brothers will live in luxury—eating well, drinking well, and having pretty girls… Hehe!”
“Go to hell!” Bold San casually kicked one of his men, then shouted loudly, “Who says you have to be the damn chief punk to enjoy the ladies?! You all worked hard last night—tonight we’re going to the pleasure house, drinks on the boss!”
“Long live Brother San!” Ruffians will be ruffians—their rebellious slogan came naturally, ending with their usual taunts: “Brother San, you always go for virgins, are you sure you’re up to it?! Gagaga…”
“Gagaga…” laughter erupted all around as, under the thin cover of night, the group of ruffians marched triumphantly toward the pleasure house.
As the ruffians roared off, a faint, cold snort emerged from the shadows. “Xiao You, do you see that? That rascal San is our target!”
“Mom, this rascal is even more despicable than last night’s scum! Don’t worry, I won’t show any mercy to such a guy!” Xiao You’s pure heart could not tolerate someone like Qiao San, the lustful ruffian. The pure, fairy-like female ghost also harbored a desire to punish evil and promote good.
“Xiao You, attack!” The ghost mother and daughter transformed into a gust of cold wind blowing toward Qiao San, determined to kill this despicable, lustful rascal San!
Ghost姬 harbored even more hatred toward Qiao San because his ruffian identity reminded her of the villains who had killed her and her daughter.
Dark winds swirled, and the air suddenly turned frigid. In the height of summer, the area within ten zhang felt as icy as a frozen abyss. Ghost Ji’s pale green dress clung tightly to her body as her spirit, in a strange manner, entered the body of the ruffian San.
“Ahh—”
A piercing groan echoed through the void. Unprepared, Qiao San emerged unscathed, while the murderous Ghost姬 was mysteriously repelled by a powerful force, sending her flying backward through the air.
Fortunately, the ghostly scream transformed into a gust of wind in the real world, so Bold San remained oblivious to the anomaly.
“Mom, why did this happen?!” The young female ghost hurriedly flew back amidst the dark winds.
Qiao San instinctively shivered from cold, then a surge of heat rose from his dantian, dispelling the inexplicable chill in his heart. Shrugging his innocent shoulders, he continued walking forward carefree.
“Phew…” Ghost姬, who had fallen to the ground, finally exhaled a breath of cold air, her face still showing shock and lingering fear. “I don’t know, maybe he has some blessed talisman on him!”
“Ahh, then… what do we do?!” Xiao You looked at her mother with concern. “Mom, your spirit is already injured. If we can’t handle him, let’s just give up!”
“No!” Ghost姬’s long black hair stirred without a breeze, the accumulated hatred over the years causing a green glimmer to flicker in her eyes. “Xiao You, go to the Crystal Palace immediately—Madam Dragon Mother must have a way to help us! Mom doesn’t want you to be a pitiful wandering soul anymore!”
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