Chapter 11: Yin Python Part 2

Wang Ya was highly skilled and thus bold. Since she dared to take this job, she naturally wasn’t afraid to face this Old Ghost. She walked to the edge of the massive pit, surveyed the terrain, found the temporary bridge leading down, and slowly approached the Old Ghost while scanning the surroundings with the corner of her eye. Any place where people had died always left some traces. Accident sites with bloodstains would have lingering Blood Light, needless to say. People had three souls and seven Po Souls: Heavenly Soul returned to the heavenly path, Earthly Soul to the Underworld, and Life Soul remained in the body. After death, the Life Soul was called the Corpse Soul. Though most stayed in the corpse, remnants lingered in personal belongings and the place of death. At murder scenes or where bodies lay, traces of Corpse Souls could always be found to some degree. These external remnants usually didn’t last long—mostly gone after the first seven days—but special environments could preserve them longer. Sometimes, sensitive people passing such sites felt an indescribable subtlety because of this. With the Old Ghost here making the Yin Qi extremely heavy, the site’s residual Corpse Souls lingered even more. Along her path, Wang Ya spotted seven places where people had died just with her peripheral vision.

Wang Ya had long known this Old Ghost had killed dozens of people. She had previously performed Soul Delivery for those victims, and now that she was determined to deal with this Dead Old Lady, she felt no anger beyond displeasure at the Dead Old Lady’s harm to innocents—her mood remained calm. She stopped about ten meters from the Dead Old Lady. The corner of her mouth twitched upward to the right, carrying a hint of mockery and schadenfreude, as she said gleefully, “Dead Old Lady, I thought you were so powerful, but you’re not much after all! The Yunnan Zhang Family trapped you here with one move. Hey, why don’t you go out and spar with them? The Zhang Family descendant is still outside and hasn’t gone far. You could catch up and intercept her now. Oh, and that Zheng Yanxia who keeps hiring people to deal with you is there too!”

The Dead Old Lady’s eerie voice rang out: “Stinky girl, you dare come seeking death again! You escaped last time, but you won’t be so lucky this time!”

Wang Ya let out a “ha!” and laughed: “Oh no, I’m so scared!” Her gaze glanced at the newly transplanted large Mulberry Tree not far from the Old Lady, and she couldn’t help praising Zheng Yanxia and the others for their capability. The tree wasn’t too big, and with a Zhang Family descendant, planting one on the Dead Old Lady’s grave mound wouldn’t be too hard. But piling up a five-meter-high mound of earth in this pit for an underground parking garage to plant it—that took serious effort. Just transporting the soil required workers and trucks. Transporting soil and planting a tree right over the Dead Old Lady’s head without incident required real skill!

Planting a tree in an underground garage was impossible anyway. Mulberry Trees weren’t shade-loving plants; without sunlight, it would die soon. So Zheng Yanxia and the others had forcibly piled up this mound to bring the tree level with the ground surface.

The Dead Old Lady said coldly: “Fifty years ago, the Zhongyin Feng Family was exterminated, every one of the village’s 147 souls slaughtered overnight. I didn’t expect you’d team up with the Yunnan Zhang Family today.”

Wang Ya laughed: “What does the Zhongyin Feng Family’s extermination have to do with me!” She had heard her Grandma mention the Zhongyin Feng Family—it was said many Xuanmen Cultivators had joined forces to wipe them out, something about a Family Heirloom. These old tales felt like mere stories to her. Now the Dead Old Lady brought it up, it was as ridiculous as the Old Ghost babbling about Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils or Hong Qigong.

The Dead Old Lady snorted twice: “The Zhongyin Feng Family passed the inheritance only to direct descendants, not collaterals. I forgot—you’re surnamed Wang. Tell me, who did you learn your skills from? Or does your ancestry relate to the Feng Family extermination case back then?”

Wang Ya rolled her eyes at the Dead Old Lady, thinking the hag’s brain had rotted from staying underground too long! The Feng Family was in Yunnan, her family in a remote, impoverished corner of Sichuan—thousands of miles apart. How could they be connected? She figured the Dead Old Lady heard her accent and made the leap. Accents in Yun-Gui-Chuan were similar, and with the Yunnan Zhang Family appearing, the Dead Old Lady naturally thought of the Zhongyin Feng Family, once equally famous in Yunnan alongside the Zhangs.

The Dead Old Lady shouted: “If you’re a Feng Family successor, this old lady would give you some face. Since you’re not, stay here!”

Wang Ya laughed: “The Feng Family was wiped out—where would a successor even come from? Dead Old Lady, do you think it’s interesting for a fossilized ghost like you to yap about ancient history with a youthful, beautiful stunner like me?”