Chapter 63: A Good Deed Begets a Good Result (Part 1)
Shen Jue looked at the long-robed, high-hatted Hei Wuchang, who was smiling at her with a sinister and strange expression, and slowly moved behind Sang Jing.
What a strange ghost. Her taste in clothes is terrible.
A familiar person, a familiar gaze.
Having worked together for nearly two thousand years, Hei Wuchang could tell what Shen Jue was expressing in her eyes at a glance.
She was definitely despising her work uniform! She had heard this eight hundred times. When Sister Bai wore it, she had never said it was ugly and had even said that Sister Bai looked like she was wearing haute couture. But when she wore it, the damn Judge had said that if she held a stick, she could go begging.
Alright, alright. Today, she had finally fallen into her hands.
“You! Come out!” Hei Wuchang said, pointing her soul-reaping chain at Shen Jue, her expression serious.
Sang Jing was also taken aback by her appearance and really thought that Hei Wuchang was taking Shen Jue away.
She began to doubt her own eyes. Could it be that Shen Jue was already dead? Was she a ghost now?
Shen Jue was afraid of Hei Wuchang and always felt that she would stick out a long tongue in the next second.
She hid behind Sang Jing and didn’t dare to move.
Hei Wuchang remembered. The Judge had written down so many things about her in his notebook, from slacking off at work to making mistakes. She had even complained to the Big Boss! How many of her vacation days had been docked?
Now that she was a human on the surface, she and Sister Bai were doing all the work, working overtime every day until they were dead tired.
Hei Wuchang’s resentment from work was deep. She took two steps and pulled Shen Jue out from behind Sang Jing. Before she could speak, the person in her hands started to cry.
“Sang Jing! Help!” Shen Jue was still holding onto Sang Jing’s clothes.
Hei Wuchang was stunned for a moment, then as if she had seen a huge joke, she took out her phone and took a picture of Shen Jue’s face, then sent it to the work group.
【Hei Wuchang: For everyone to enjoy.】
【Bai Wuchang: (thumbs up)】
【Shentu: Ahahahahaha, isn’t this a certain petty ghost? You’ve run into her. Why is she crying like this? Quick, quick, save it and show it to her when she comes back. If she dares to hold a grudge again, I’ll paste her photos all over the streets of Fengdu.】
【Chang’an: Is this Lord Judge?】
【Meng Po: Then she can write down all the ghosts in Fengdu.】
【Yulei: Cough (finger pointing up)】
【Hei Wuchang: @Yulei What do you mean?】
【Wen You: She means you should look at the group name.】
Group name…
Hei Wuchang looked up, and her smile froze.
How is this the work group with the Big Boss? Didn’t she send it to their small group?
【Bai Wuchang has retracted a message】
【Shentu has retracted a message】
【Meng Po has retracted a message】
【Yulei has retracted a message】
【Chang’an has retracted a message】
Hei Wuchang: “…”
She was about to retract it with trembling hands.
【Wen You: @Hei Wuchang I remember it’s working hours now (smile)】
【Wen You: Have you already used up all your vacation days for this year? Then let’s start deducting from next year’s. The Judge hasn’t come back yet. Shentu, you can keep a record for now.】
【Shentu: Roger! I’ll do a good job!】
【Hei Wuchang: Roger…】
【Ji Zhi: So lively. What are you talking about? Why did you all retract it?】
With a look of despair, Hei Wuchang put away her phone and took a deep breath.
I really want to usurp the throne and be the boss myself.
Forget it. I can’t beat her.
In just a few seconds, her mood had gone up and down. Hei Wuchang looked at Shen Jue with even more displeasure.
“It’s! All! Your! Fault!” Hei Wuchang said, reaching out to poke Shen Jue’s forehead and deliberately revealing her ghostly appearance.
Shen Jue couldn’t take it for a moment, rolled her eyes, and fainted.
Hei Wuchang snorted and let her go. Seeing Shen Jue collapsed on the ground, she even kicked her butt.
Sang Jing had just seen Hei Wuchang’s posture and suddenly realized why she had found the name Shen Jue so familiar.
In the incense shop, Sister Hei and Sister Shu had mentioned this name when they were chatting. Hei Wuchang’s attitude towards Shen Jue was obviously not unfamiliar. Was Shen Jue… also a ghost official?
After her anger had subsided, Hei Wuchang looked at Sang Jing. Her gaze paused on her mouth for a moment, then she glanced at Xie Yu.
Oh, they’ve kissed so soon. Truly inherited her ways.
“Is Sister Hei here on business?” Sang Jing asked.
Hei Wuchang nodded. The thought of work made her angry. This was clearly the Judge’s job.
She looked down and glared at the fainted Shen Jue, wanting to kick her again.
“Strange, where are the ghosts?” Hei Wuchang looked around. There were only her and Xie Yu, two ghosts.
Sang Jing raised her hand and pointed. “The ghost you’re looking for is probably down there.”
Hei Wuchang: “What do you mean?”
Sang Jing briefly explained the matter of Chaoyang Community and also asked about Shen Jue’s situation, which she had been wondering about.
A living person had accommodated so much yin energy and resentment, and could still be like nothing had happened after waking up.
“Shen Jue…” Hei Wuchang pursed her lips. “She, I can’t say directly. Just think of her as half-dead. Not human, not ghost is also fine. You don’t have to doubt your judgment. You’re not wrong. Her situation is special.”
“It really is raising a ghost with a ghost,” Hei Wuchang said, squinting her eyes, a rare seriousness. “They probably accidentally discovered that Shen Jue could absorb yin energy, and the talisman on her back. At that time, the Big Boss just wanted to punish her for her mistake and make her suffer a little. I didn’t expect it to be used by someone with ulterior motives.”
“There’s probably more than one such place. Didn’t you ask me for the list of walking Wuchang a while ago? I didn’t know until I checked. The walking Wuchang have been in a mess for a while. It was only when they couldn’t handle it anymore that it was reported to me. A few walking Wuchang had accidents while reaping souls and had their identities taken. By the time I went to find them with the ghost emissaries, only the empty shells of the walking Wuchang’s bodies were left. Their souls were gone. The people who were doing things with their identities were very cautious and had cleaned up all the traces. I was looking for the ghosts on the walking Wuchang’s soul-reaping list tonight.”
“You’re saying that someone is pretending to be a walking Wuchang to steal ghosts?” Sang Jing couldn’t help but be surprised.
That was very bold.
“The ghost king here has probably been moved. But why did they let you out in the end?” Hei Wuchang didn’t understand this point.
Since they had been so clean in their work before, at this time, shouldn’t they have handled the people and ghosts who knew about this matter without a trace?
Sang Jing shook her head.
She didn’t understand the thoughts of the person behind this either.
Hei Wuchang sighed, took a picture of the pond for her work record, and turned to ask Sang Jing, “Are you going back? Do you want me to send you?”
Sang Jing waved her hand. “No need. We came by car.”
Car?
Hei Wuchang was a little puzzled. She didn’t see a car. But since she had said so, she would go down and report her work directly.
After Hei Wuchang left, Sang Jing squatted down and patted Shen Jue’s face. Shen Jue slowly woke up and saw Sang Jing as if she had seen a savior.
“That, that ghost with the strange taste in clothes?”
Sang Jing: “…”
Is she talking about Hei Wuchang?
Xie Yu lowered her head and tried to hold back her laughter. She didn’t know if she should say Shen Jue was timid or bold. Timid enough to be scared to death by a ghost, and bold enough to directly say that the soul-reaping emissary, Hei Wuchang, had a strange taste in clothes.
“She’s gone.”
Sang Jing pulled Shen Jue up and walked towards the main road in the distance. This place had become desolate because of Chaoyang Community, and the development area that Xianling City had originally planned had also been abandoned. Now, there were almost no residents in this area.
“Where’s the car?” Xie Yu asked, looking at the empty main road.
Sang Jing was thinking.
They had indeed come by car. That was not wrong. Later, they had followed Xie Yu and had stumbled into the formation. Logically, the car should be nearby.
No, besides them, there were two other people.
Bei Shan, Cui Wangshu.
Sang Jing immediately dialed Cui Wangshu’s number. Bei Shan’s phone was out of battery.
“Beep—beep—”
“Hello,” Cui Wangshu’s voice on the other end was flat, without any fluctuation.
Sang Jing frowned, feeling that something was not right. “Is Bei Shan beside you?”
“Yes.”
“Give her the phone.”
“Hello,” Bei Shan was the same, speaking like a puppet on a string.
Sang Jing: “What are you doing?”
Bei Shan: “Driving.”
Sang Jing: “Whose car?”
Bei Shan: “Mine.”
Although their states were not right, they answered every question.
Sang Jing asked again, “Where are you going now?”
Bei Shan: “Back to the hotel.”
Sang Jing: “Do you remember what happened tonight?”
Bei Shan: “…After eating, I went to sleep.”
It was just as Hei Wuchang had said. They had done a very clean job. The other party probably knew the identities of Bei Shan and Cui Wangshu, and they didn’t dare to touch the people from the Special Investigation Team.
After hanging up, Sang Jing looked straight ahead and fell into her thoughts.
She was thinking, if she hadn’t had the blank talisman her teacher had given her, would she have died here tonight? The resentment of the ghosts in a whole building was overwhelming, and the ghostly shrieks at midnight could tear a person to shreds. Even if she had survived this, there was still the top floor…
Thinking of it this way, the person who had used Ying Laishi to lure her here was probably not trying to use her hand to deal with this place, but…
A hand waved in front of her eyes.
Sang Jing looked up and saw Xie Yu.
Xie Yu hadn’t recovered yet, but she was using a ribbon to cover the deep wound on her neck, so her death appearance was not so terrifying.
“What are you in a daze for? How are we going to get back now?” she asked.
Sang Jing looked at her, her breathing hitching for a moment.
But what if… the other party’s real target was Xie Yu?
She would have died in the building, and Xie Yu would have been successfully raised into a ghost king.
Yellow Springs Street was a test. This time, it was a real move. But the other party hadn’t expected that she had a ten-coin Ghost Master’s blank talisman on her.
This feeling of having an enemy in the dark, being stared at by a snake-like gaze, made Sang Jing a little uncomfortable.
Her sixth sense had always been very accurate. Someone was staring at Xie Yu and also at her.
Sang Jing looked around. In the dark night, it was as if there were eyes watching them.
“Are you sweating?” Xie Yu suddenly moved closer to Sang Jing and saw the glistening on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
Sang Jing looked at Xie Yu, but her whole body was cold.
She really wanted her thoughts to be wrong, that she was overthinking it. But she also felt that her thoughts were not wrong.
She had almost died, almost become one of the many ghosts in that building.
Taking a deep breath, Sang Jing placed her hand on Xie Yu’s shoulder and pushed her away a little.
This problem was really difficult to solve. It seemed she had to be careful at all times.
In the middle of the night, even if there were cars on the road, they wouldn’t dare to stop. After three or four cars had flown past them, a truck finally stopped in front of them.
The car window was rolled down. It was a kind-faced aunt. She looked at Sang Jing and Shen Jue and smiled. “You can’t get a taxi in this place. Are you going to the city? I’m going to get some goods. I can take you there.”
Shen Jue nodded repeatedly and memorized the aunt’s appearance and her kindness.
The aunt was a little embarrassed. “The car was loaded with fish and shrimp yesterday. It might smell a little fishy.”
“It’s fine. Thank you,” Sang Jing said, her gaze sweeping over her face. She saw the lingering dark clouds between her eyebrows.
After getting in the car, there was indeed a not-so-pleasant smell in her nostrils. It was even more unpleasant after fermenting in the hot weather.
Shen Jue’s face was red from holding her breath. She kept leaning against the window to get some air.
Xie Yu turned to look at Sang Jing and found that she didn’t have such a strong reaction. She even reached out and left a talisman on the roof and the wall of the car.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping her.”
She had received her good deed, so she would return a good result.
