Chapter 8: If I Say I Won’t Take the Ghost, Then I Won’t Part 1

Wang Ya heard Zheng Yanxia shout “Wang Ya” as she passed by her side. She turned back fiercely and glared at Zheng Yanxia angrily. “What? Since you invited someone else, why bother inviting me? And since you invited me to act, why invite others? Zheng Yanxia, what do you mean by this?”

Zheng Yanxia said softly, “This trip is extremely dangerous. Martial Uncle came specifically to help out. There’s no other meaning to it, Wang Ya. Don’t misunderstand.”

The Golden Tang Suit Man stood in the middle of the road with the demeanor of an expert, bending his fingers to perform calculations.

Wang Ya snorted heavily and swept her gaze over the three cars parked not far away. She said arrogantly to Zheng Yanxia, “My rule is that if someone else makes a move, I absolutely won’t act again. Just now, I was confident I could kill that Old Ghost, but you all interrupted my Forming Seals midway and even caused me to get injured. This debt must be settled with you—one million two hundred thousand, and you still have to pay me!” She glanced meaningfully at the Golden Tang Suit Man, then looked at Zheng Yanxia and said in a very polite yet distant tone, “Miss Zheng Yanxia, if your Uncle Tang can’t handle this Old Ghost and you want to come back to me later, remember to prepare double the money. Next time, I’ll collect the payment first before doing anything! But how are you going to pay me this time? It’s best not to wait until tomorrow. I’m afraid you won’t live past tomorrow.” Seeing the Golden Tang Suit Man turn back with a face full of surprise as he looked at her, she shouted furiously, “What are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman collecting a debt before?”

The Golden Tang Suit Man sighed, shook his head, and said earnestly with a sigh, “Young people these days—”

Wang Ya let out a loud “tch” and didn’t even glance at the Golden Tang Suit Man. She directly extended her right hand toward Zheng Yanxia. “One million two hundred thousand!”

Zheng Yanxia said helplessly, “Wang Ya, where am I supposed to get one million two hundred thousand for you at this time and place? Besides, Martial Uncle acted earlier because he saw you were in danger. It wasn’t intentional interference.”

The Golden Tang Suit Man ignored Wang Ya. He lifted his robe and, like a magician, pulled out a Qiankun Compass and fiddled with it.

Wang Ya caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of this surnamed Tang fellow using a Luopan Compass to search for the ghost, and she inwardly despised him once more. Her gaze remained unrelenting as she stared at Zheng Yanxia. “Trying to welch on the deal? Don’t you have a bank card? No check? Zheng Yanxia, are you sure you want to welch?” The threat in her final words was extremely heavy.

The bodyguard who had followed Zheng Yanxia later couldn’t stand it and said, “Expert, it’s late at night and we’re out on the road—it’s really inconvenient. I hope you can be flexible.”

Zheng Yanxia said politely, “Wang Ya, I really didn’t bring that much money with me right now. Otherwise, why don’t you come with me tonight? Once this matter here is settled, you can rest at my place, and first thing tomorrow morning, we’ll go to the bank together to transfer the money to your account.”

The Golden Tang Suit Man put away the compass and said to Zheng Yanxia, “Let’s head back for tonight. This Ghost Entity has already hidden itself. We’ll come again another day.”

Zheng Yanxia said, “Everything according to Martial Uncle’s arrangements.” She then said to Wang Ya, “Wang Ya, thank you for today.”

Wang Ya snorted heavily again and followed Zheng Yanxia and the others into a black sedan parked not far ahead. She sat in the seat behind the driver’s. Zheng Yanxia and the man in the golden tang suit also sat in the back, while the two bodyguards sat in the driver’s seat and the passenger seat. Once Wang Ya got in the car, she closed her eyes to circulate her energy and recuperate. Zheng Yanxia called her, but she didn’t respond. The man in the golden tang suit called out, “Little friend,” wanting to ask about her sect origins, but she ignored him too. Only when Zheng Yanxia mentioned something about it being a family inheritance did she speak.

Wang Ya heard Zheng Yanxia seeming to want to probe her background. She suddenly opened her eyes, shooting out cold light from her pupils as she stared at Zheng Yanxia with eyes full of chill. She warned coldly, “Zheng Yanxia, do you understand industry taboos?” Suddenly, she felt a pair of eerie cold eyes staring at her from a very distant place behind them, through the car window. Because she was annoyed with Zheng Yanxia and this suddenly appearing master expert, she didn’t even turn her head, let alone act again. Zheng Yanxia sitting beside her tensed up nervously and called out, “Martial Uncle! She’s here again!” Then she exclaimed in shock, “Up ahead!” The car suddenly braked hard and stopped! The driving bodyguard’s trembling voice came through: “Two experts.”