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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
In a moment of urgency, Bai Zhuo knew he had to act quickly. Since he had taken on this task, he would do his utmost. He immediately sought out Huang Jiangliu for a discussion.
“Boss Huang, the plan has changed. We need to prepare for action tonight!”
“Huh? Isn’t that a bit rushed? I still have many things to handle…”
“If we delay any longer, your wife might really die, and even the Great Immortal won’t be able to save her!”
“My wife? My wife… you mean my wife isn’t dead?” Upon hearing that his wife was still alive, Huang Jiangliu became agitated and grabbed Bai Zhuo, shaking him back and forth. Huang Jiangliu was tall and strong, making Bai Zhuo feel like a mere chicken in front of him.
“Boss Huang, calm down. I can’t guarantee that we can save your wife, but there’s a glimmer of hope. We all need to try!”
“Mr. Bai, you’re right. If you can help me through this crisis and save my wife, my life belongs to you, Mr. Bai Zhuo!”
“Let’s not waste time. We’ll execute the plan now, but the target will be your wife’s physical body. As long as we can preserve her body, the rest will be up to me!”
…
After lunch, Bai Zhuo sat in the main hall watching the guests come and go, feeling a sense of sorrow for Huang Jiangliu. Achieving such heights in life yet having no true friends or family to confide in was both a success and a failure.
At that moment, Huang Jiangliu was kneeling before his wife’s coffin, burning joss paper with tears glistening in his eyes. “My love, how could you leave like this? What about Minmin and Junhao? What am I supposed to do?”
Afterward, it seemed that Huang Jiangliu was reminiscing about moments shared with his wife. His voice grew louder until he finally struck his head against the coffin repeatedly, causing blood to drip down from his forehead along his nose as he reached out to open the coffin.
The crowd gasped in shock; without the cooling effect of the ice chest coffin, the thought of the body decaying was terrifying. Many urged Huang Jiangliu: “Chairman Huang, death cannot be reversed; please accept your loss!” “That’s right, Dong Huang…” “Huang Dong, let your sister-in-law rest in peace; don’t disturb her.”
With tears streaming down his face, even though Bai Zhuo knew it was all an act, he couldn’t help but feel moved by Huang Jiangliu’s performance and secretly admired him. “Don’t stop me! I want to see Liya!”
“Mr. Huang, do not disturb the cycle of the deceased,” the Taoist sitting nearby suddenly spoke up.
Huang Jiangliu chose to believe Bai Zhuo and, of course, did not stop. Gritting his teeth, he declared, “Master Wang Kun, I want to see my wife! Whether this funeral goes on or not is irrelevant!” With that, he moved to lift the coffin lid.
The Taoist Wang exchanged glances with two nearby Yin-Yang masters. Understanding the cue, they took out a talisman and began chanting incantations. Suddenly, a strange wind swept through the mourning hall, causing yellow paper and ash to fly everywhere. The room became chaotic, and many people were too frightened to open their eyes, some even screaming that ghosts were haunting them.
Yet Huang Jiangliu remained determined to open the coffin. After all, he was Huang Jiangliu, and Wang Kun could only let him proceed without obstruction. Huang Jiangliu pushed open the coffin and pulled out the body dressed in a qipao. The people in the room were so startled that they retreated in fear.
Wang Kun slammed his hand on the table and shouted, “Huang Jiangliu, you are committing a sin! Your wife cannot rest in peace underground; you will suffer for this!”
“Get lost! All of you get out! I’m not holding this funeral anymore! Just leave!”
“This isn’t right,” one of the guests said. “Master Wang is a well-known expert in Haicheng. It’s still not too late to back down. A person cannot come back to life; please accept my condolences.”
Huang Jiangliu turned sharply, glaring at his personal driver and bodyguard with a fierce look. “Zhao, I am your boss. Are you going to listen to me or someone else?”
Zhao was taken aback by Huang Jiangliu's intensity. “I’m sorry, Boss. I’ll arrange for the guests to leave right away; we won’t hold this funeral.”
Only Huang Jiangliu, Bai Zhuo, Ouyang Shirei, Wang Kun, and the two Yin-Yang masters remained in the hall. Huang Jiangliu said, “Gentlemen, I apologize for wasting your time today. However, I will ensure that your fees are fully transferred to your accounts. Please go back!”
The two young Yin-Yang masters didn’t say much, but Wang Kun snorted coldly. “Huang Jiangliu, you will face retribution!” With that, he waved his sleeve and left. The two Yin-Yang masters followed suit without leaving a trace behind, leaving only Bai Zhuo and Ouyang Shirei.
“Thud!” Huang Jiangliu knelt before Bai Zhuo again, weeping bitterly as he pleaded, “Mr. Bai, please save my wife!” Both Bai Zhuo and Ouyang Shirei were startled by Huang Jiangliu's actions and stepped forward to help him up.
“Boss Huang, everyone has left now; let’s put your sister-in-law back. Although she may not be dead yet, without her Three Souls and Seven Spirits, her body will cease functioning and bacteria will invade it; it will decay.”
Upon hearing this, Huang Jiangliu hurriedly placed his wife back into the ice coffin and closed the lid. “Mr. Bai, what should we do next?”
"Let's make some preparations and draw the snake out of its hole!"
...
Around ten o'clock at night, Bai Zhuo set up a table in the northern part of the villa. The word "north" is a homophone for "back," which has a connotation of "yin." A yellow cloth was spread over the table, and an incense burner was placed in the center, with four incense sticks burning above it, intended to summon souls. Upon closer inspection, there were drops of fresh blood smeared on the four incense sticks.
"Mr. Bai, will this really work?"
"It should work. That person wants to harm you, and since you canceled the funeral, he will definitely have doubts. I believe he will take advantage of the situation to strike tonight. I smeared Junhao's blood on the incense; Junhao is the First Yin-Yang Eye, which can disrupt the manipulator behind the scenes. This gives us a significant chance of winning!"
"What if we lose?"
Bai Zhuo shot Huang Jiangliu a glare, irritated. "If we lose, we'll go meet Yama together... By the way, Sister Shirei, why aren't you leaving yet?"
"I'm not going anywhere. After all, I asked you for help. If anything happens to you, I'll feel guilty for being alive."
Bai Zhuo felt touched and finally made a decision. After this matter was settled, he would pursue Ouyang Shirei!
...
Around three o'clock in the morning, or shortly after midnight, Ouyang Shirei sat on the sofa in the living room holding the already asleep Huang Minmin, yawning. Huang Jiangliu was also holding his sleeping son, looking anxious. Bai Zhuo stepped outside and looked up at the sky, cursing under his breath. The moon, which had been obscured by clouds, had somehow revealed itself. The sun represents yang while the moon represents yin; midnight is when Yin Qi is at its peak, and now that the moonlight was so bright, the power of ghosts and spirits would surely increase!
"Wow!" Suddenly, a baby's cry echoed around the villa. Moments later, the cry transformed into giggles.
"They're here!" Bai Zhuo took a deep breath and murmured to himself.
The sound then shifted back to sobbing.
The sound was reminiscent of an old record player from the sixties, buzzing ominously. Ouyang Shirei sat in the room, drenched in cold sweat. Huang Jiangliu was also trembling, his legs shaking uncontrollably. Bai Zhuo knew that this was a common tactic used by ghosts; ordinary people couldn't see them, and if their will was weak, they could be scared to death. However, this tactic was not very effective against a Yin-Yang Master, especially one who had activated the Yin-Yang Eye. As for Bai Zhuo, he could "see and touch" the ghosts, which made them far less threatening to him.
“Daddy... why won’t you save me? Wuwuwu…”
“I want revenge!”
“Darling! Save me!”
“Huang Jiangliu... I died so tragically~”
“Eat, eat, I want to eat him!” “I smell the scent of the First Yin-Yang Eye!”
“Darling... save me... eat that child's eyes, eat him!”
...
The sounds echoed around the villa, and Bai Zhuo furrowed his brows into a deep frown, feeling a hint of worry. He realized that the true evil was not Huang Jiangliu's child who had passed away three years ago. Bai Zhuo had read many ancient texts but couldn't recall any ghost that could consume so many souls and still coexist! Relying on his keen sensitivity to spiritual entities, he followed the sounds to locate the ghost.
“My!” Bai Zhuo gasped in shock! What did he see? The creature's body resembled that of a sheep yet also a pig, but it had a human face growing from its neck! Its face was completely blank, lacking eyes or a nose, only a gaping maw filled with sharp teeth arranged in a cross pattern, stained with blood. It had four legs, but each leg ended in human hands! This was the most disgusting and terrifying ghost Bai Zhuo had ever encountered!
The creature "looked" at Bai Zhuo and grinned at him with its gaping mouth wide open as it lunged toward him!
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