Chapter 64: Representing Fengdu (Part 2)
The next day, the soul-reaping emissaries of Fengdu simultaneously approached the Special Investigation Team and the Xuanmen. With the strength of all three parties, they formed a major case team to investigate the matter of raising a ghost with a ghost.
The Special Investigation Team sent out the eight-coin Celestial Master, Wei Qingyun, and the seven-coin Celestial Master, Bei Shan. The Xuanmen sent Chairman Hua Changge of the Yuheng branch and Chairman Yan Chuan of the Tianshu branch, as well as Vice-Chairman Tan Wei of the Tianji branch.
The five of them gathered together, waiting for the ghost emissary sent by Fengdu.
“It can’t be that the soul-reaping emissaries are personally participating in the investigation, can it?” Yan Chuan slumped over the table, guessing in a low voice.
Bei Shan was still a little dizzy. She supported her head with her palm, unable to remember what had happened last night.
It seemed that after she had eaten, she had gone to sleep.
Hua Changge sat with a dignified and elegant posture, completely different from Yan Chuan. She smiled lightly and drank her water. “A ghost emissary? I think it will be a person.”
Yan Chuan tilted her head and looked at her. “Huh? Fengdu is sending a person instead of a ghost emissary? Oh, you mean a walking Wuchang, right? This matter is indeed related to a walking Wuchang. That’s right. Sister Hua is so smart.”
Hua Changge looked at her smiling foolishly at her and shook her head.
“Are we thinking of the same person?” Wei Qingyun on the other side spoke. She was holding three talismans in her hand, the same three that Sang Jing had modified in the assessment that day. She had asked Shen Lan for them.
Hua Changge raised an eyebrow. There was a smart person here.
Tan Wei sat opposite Bei Shan, observing her all along. “Is Team Leader Bei Shan not feeling well?”
Bei Shan shook her head, took a couple of sips of the water on the table, her voice a little weak. “I probably didn’t sleep well. It’s nothing.”
Wei Qingyun’s gaze shifted from the talismans in her hand to Bei Shan’s face.
She was not familiar with this Team Leader Bei Shan, but she was the one the soul-reaping emissaries had specifically requested to join the team.
“Of course you’re not feeling well with yin energy in your body. Where did you go yesterday?” Wei Qingyun stood up and walked to her side. Her thumb pressed against the side of her neck, following the vein to the back of her heart, then she slapped her heavily on the back, and with her other hand, she quickly drew a talisman.
Something was running rampant in Bei Shan’s body, as if it were about to scatter her soul. Then, a warm liquid flowed from her eyes.
On the other side, Hua Changge and Yan Chuan’s expressions slowly became grave. Yin energy gathering in the body could lead to a serious illness at best and death at worst. And Bei Shan’s situation was no longer light. The yin energy in her body had rushed in in a very short period of time. It was chaotic, sinister, and carried resentment. It was clear that she had entered a very dangerous place.
“I, I didn’t go anywhere. I just ate and then slept,” Bei Shan said, panting heavily. The moment the hand on her back left, she slammed her hand on the table.
She shook her head, and a few strange memories flashed in her mind.
She seemed to have seen Sang Jing…
“No, that’s not right. I went out. I…”
“You went to Chaoyang Community,” Wei Qingyun reminded her in a low voice.
Bei Shan looked up at her, her eyes filled with confusion. “Chaoyang, Community?”
As they were talking, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped. A cold, white mist spread out, and a Ghost Gate rose from the ground, slowly opening outwards.
Someone from Fengdu had arrived.
The gazes of the five of them instantly gathered in one place.
Yan Chuan’s expression went from anticipation to surprise. “Sang, Sang Jing?”
The one who walked out of the Ghost Gate was not a soul-reaping emissary, nor a Fengdu ghost emissary, but Sang Jing.
Sang Jing led Xie Yu through the Ghost Gate. The Ghost Gate was hidden in the cold mist and disappeared.
Seeing the few familiar faces in the room, Sang Jing raised her hand and showed her Wuchang warrant. “Regarding the matter of raising a ghost with a ghost, I will represent Fengdu and assist in the investigation.”
Early in the morning, Sang Jing had been pulled up by Xie Yu before she was fully awake, forced to open her eyes.
Hei Wuchang had given her the Wuchang warrant, as well as the list of the walking Wuchang who had had accidents. She had told her that Fengdu, the Special Investigation Team, and the Xuanmen were joining forces to investigate the matter, and she would represent Fengdu in the investigation.
“Your teacher told me to tell you that this matter is your graduation assessment.”
Hei Wuchang’s words had woken Sang Jing up. She had quickly packed up and rushed over.
With the Wuchang warrant, she could open the Ghost Gate and walk the Yin Road, which was quite convenient.
Representing… Fengdu.
Yan Chuan couldn’t speak.
Yes, your teacher is Ji Zhi, but to represent Fengdu, isn’t this… too outrageous?
The three parties were joining forces. Although Fengdu was assisting, how could the Special Investigation Team and the Xuanmen dare to take the main seat? If a soul-reaping emissary had come, they wouldn’t have had time to kowtow. The main seat had, of course, been given up long ago.
Sang Jing didn’t go to the main seat either, but came to the empty seat beside Bei Shan.
Seeing the blood at the corner of Bei Shan’s eyes, Sang Jing knew that someone had forced out the yin energy in her body. When she had gone out, she had run into Cui Wangshu. Sang Jing had already dealt with it for her. As she had expected, Cui Wangshu did not remember what had happened last night.
“Sang Jing,” Bei Shan frowned. “Did I, did I see you last night?”
“Yes,” Sang Jing nodded.
Bei Shan had another headache, but she couldn’t remember no matter how she tried.
“It’s useless. You were cursed and hypnotized. You’ve forgotten everything about yesterday.”
Sang Jing then briefly explained what had happened in Chaoyang Community last night.
Wei Qingyun had also brought the files of Chaoyang Community. She passed them to the other side. “Chaoyang Community was originally chosen as a blessed land for its feng shui. Later, someone with ulterior motives changed the layout, ruining the feng shui. There were frequent incidents, and in the end, it was demolished, and someone was sent to suppress it. That place is not considered dangerous, but after that, the development couldn’t keep up and it became desolate. I didn’t expect someone to be raising a ghost with a ghost in that place.”
“This person is quite smart. Although a very dangerous place is the best for raising a fierce ghost, it is easy to be exposed. Finding such an inconspicuous place to boil the frog in warm water is indeed unnoticeable,” Hua Changge said, passing the files to Yan Chuan, her eyes squinting. “To be able to alert Fengdu to join forces with the Special Investigation Team and the Xuanmen, she is quite capable. I’d like to see what kind of person this is.”
Yan Chuan hissed lightly and moved to the side. A woman who dared to use a knife on a ghost was indeed terrifying.
Hua Changge glanced at her, the smile in her eyes deepening.
“What kind of person…” Sang Jing murmured, recalling what had happened last night. Her back still felt cold.
“She is proficient in formations. Every blade of grass and every tree can become a formation. She is proficient in talisman techniques and can combine her teacher’s talismans with her formations. She is proficient in controlling ghosts and can make all the ghosts in a building be trapped in resentment. Her mind is meticulous, decisive, and sharp. Her methods are old and cunning, and she takes things step by step.”
Yan Chuan listened to this string of… praise?
She looked at Hua Changge and laughed dryly. “So, so powerful?”
They had seen Sang Jing’s strength. She was proficient in almost all the metaphysical arts of the Xuanmen, and could become a talent in both Celestial Master and Ghost Master. And the person she described was even more so.
Hua Changge saw the nervousness and fear in Sang Jing’s eyes. “It seems that Chaoyang Community last night left a deep impression on you.”
“Mm,” Sang Jing nodded, not denying it.
The other party had completely wanted to trap her there to die.
“The soul-reaping emissaries sent the list of the walking Wuchang who had had accidents this morning. Take a look.”
Wei Qingyun: “Alright. The Special Investigation Team will investigate the people they have been in contact with recently and their range of activities.”
Since the Special Investigation Team had moved, the Xuanmen couldn’t just sit there.
Hua Changge pointed at one of the walking Wuchang. “This Ruan Wenxiu, if I remember correctly, she is from the Xuanmen. It seems she has the same teacher as Wenren Jin.”
Tan Wei nodded. “Yes. She and Wenren Jin are both students of Vice-Chairman Yang Yan.”
Hua Changge: “The talisman paper and Celestial Master coins of the Xuanmen are all smoked with a special dry wood. We can start with Ruan Wenxiu and determine the next ghost-raising place as soon as possible.”
“Alright, give us a message if you have any clues,” Wei Qingyun said, standing up and waving at them. “Let’s go, let’s get to work.”
With a direction of action, everyone was ready to move.
Sang Jing looked at Hua Changge and called out to her, “Chairman Hua.”
Hua Changge stopped. “What’s wrong?”
When only Sang Jing, Hua Changge, and Xie Yu were left in the room, Sang Jing had Xie Yu reveal her death appearance. The bloodstains on her face and head were nothing, but the wound on her neck…
Hua Changge saw through her thoughts at a glance. “Your spiritual medicine skills are perfectly capable of helping her recover. You don’t dare to make a move?”
Sang Jing nodded honestly. She didn’t have much experience using a knife on a ghost. What if she made a mistake… she was afraid of the consequences of her mistake.
Hua Changge smiled. “I can’t help you with this, but I can give you something.”
A person who can meticulously carve eyebrows and facial features, how can she not handle such a small matter? Her pressure was entirely due to her own feelings. The burden was too heavy, so she didn’t dare to make a move.
But sometimes, only with a burden can one be perfect.
Hua Changge gave Sang Jing the things needed for spiritual medicine: a needle and thread, a fine knife, and a soul cloth.
These things all acted on the soul, and were carved with complex talismans.
When a spiritual doctor was repairing and restoring a soul, they needed to be calm and focused.
Sang Jing took two hours to calm her mind and breathe. Only when she was facing Xie Yu with a fine knife did her hand steady.
Xie Yu saw her wiping the blood from her forehead with a cotton cloth and asked, “Why did you suddenly want to help me with this?”
The appearance of a person after death could be less bloody, but not everyone had a spiritual doctor to help them with it after they died.
Sang Jing said without thinking, “I don’t want to see a ghost face every time I open my eyes. I’ll be scared too.”
Xie Yu: “…You’re lying to a ghost.”
She’d be scared? She just doesn’t want to say the reason, a reserved person.
“Mm, I’m lying to you,” Sang Jing said, wiping the dark blood from her face bit by bit, revealing her original skin color. “You said it. We’re friends. When I send a friend off, they should be clean.”
Friends…
Xie Yu looked up at Sang Jing. Sang Jing’s eyes drooped, and the person and the ghost looked at each other.
Xie Yu’s gaze slowly moved down, and finally settled on Sang Jing’s lips. She asked in a low voice, “What kind of friend? An ordinary friend, a good friend, or…”
Sang Jing’s hand was not steady anymore. She took a deep breath, and with her other hand, she covered Xie Yu’s mouth.
Xie Yu: “…”
With a mischievous turn of her eyes, Xie Yu’s lips moved and touched Sang Jing’s palm.
*
After another half an hour of calming her breath.
Sang Jing turned around with a fine knife and looked at Xie Yu, whose mouth was sealed with a talisman.
“Don’t move. If the knife is not steady, the mark will be carved on your soul and cannot be erased no matter how many times you are reincarnated.”
Xie Yu raised her chin to expose the wound on her neck. Hearing her words, her expression changed.
A mark that cannot be erased even after reincarnation…
Sang Jing saw the eager look on her face.
She laughed out of anger.
In the end, when she made the cut, Xie Yu’s head, hands, feet, and front and back were all covered with talismans, almost turning her into a mummy.
