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Wei Ning furrowed his brow, thinking: If these people are like Qing, then Qing's intentions aren't bad; it's just that her methods are too extreme. Just as he was about to speak, the Phoenix Maiden had already shouted sharply, "Enough, Qing! Do you not feel embarrassed enough in front of others?"
Qing shrank her neck and replied, "If you’re not going to kill me, then I won’t..."
The Phoenix Maiden said, "When have I ever said I wanted to kill you?"
Having spent so much time together, Qing knew the Phoenix Maiden's temperament well. Hearing her tone soften, she quickly broke into a smile and said, "Sister, good sister! I knew you were the best! From now on, I won't do anything bad again. I'll follow you and serve you, bringing you tea and water..."
"Alright, I'm afraid I can't handle it. Who knows what poison you might slip into my drink..."
Qing retracted her tongue and dared not speak further.
Wei Ning sensed that the Phoenix Maiden didn't seem inclined to pursue Qing's mistakes any further. He wanted to say something else, but the Phoenix Maiden spoke first: "Qing is my responsibility. I'll take good care of her from now on, so you don’t need to worry. It's getting late; we need to set off early tomorrow. Since we are both women, it would be inconvenient to stay with you. You should find a hotel in the nearby town to rest."
Seeing that the Phoenix Maiden had issued an eviction order, Wei Ning felt somewhat out of place. Qing made a face at Wei Ning and said, "My sister told you to leave; why are you still here? Don't delay our heart-to-heart!" She affectionately linked arms with the Phoenix Maiden and continued, "Good sister, look at this person—he's so bad! Just now he even wanted to kill me! Look at his eyebrows—he looks like trouble. We are both pure and innocent girls; we can't associate with him. Otherwise, who knows what he might do to us at night?"
Qing and the Phoenix Maiden appeared close, as if Wei Ning were the one who had poisoned the Phoenix Maiden instead of Qing herself.
Wei Ning couldn't help but smile wryly at their antics. He knew there was no point in staying any longer and said, "This child needs more discipline in the future; otherwise..."
"Enough. My family matters will be handled by me. You can leave now." The Phoenix Maiden clearly had a protective nature and was displeased with Wei Ning's insistence on reprimanding Qing; her tone carried an implicit reproach.
Wei Ning smiled lightly and picked up the child from the table. Although Qing had some peculiar habits, she wasn't inherently bad-hearted. With the Phoenix Maiden keeping an eye on her, she probably wouldn't cause much trouble in the future. Since he had other matters to attend to and no time to deal with this child anymore, he said, "Then I won't disturb your rest." With that, he picked up the child and headed for the door.
“Wait, this child is…” the Phoenix Maiden frowned and asked.
Qing quickly interjected, “This is the grandson of the Wu family. He was taken by a water ghost, but I’ve brought him back. He’s fine now. You can leave; my sister and I need to sleep.”
The Phoenix Maiden clearly realized that Qing was making things up, but she seemed disinclined to probe further. Wei Ning, too lazy to explain, carried the child out.
As Wei Ning stepped outside, the night breeze invigorated her. She gently patted the sleeping child in her arms and made her way toward the Wu family home, guided by her memory.
At that moment, chaos reigned at the Wu household. Their only precious child had gone missing, and Wu Ma's eyes were swollen from crying. When she saw Wei Ning returning with the child, joy flooded her heart. Wei Ning concocted a story about a water ghost causing trouble, and since she had met Wu Ma earlier that morning, it was natural for Wu Ma to assume she was part of the Phoenix Maiden’s entourage. After expressing her heartfelt gratitude to the Phoenix Maiden, Wei Ning wasted no time and set off on her journey that very night.
Two days passed, and it was now July 14th. Tomorrow would be July 15th, the day of the Ghost Festival and the opening of the Corpse Driving Conference. Wei Ning had rested well and, as night fell, followed her mother’s directions into the depths of the old forest toward the Mass Grave.
The moonlight was enchanting, distant mountains hazy, and stars lonely; only Wei Ning’s shadow flitted through the night.
Suddenly, she crouched before a thicket, grasping the soil beneath her feet in her hands. Bringing it to her nose, she sniffed and said, “There’s a smell of corpses.”
Sure enough, not long after, a disturbance arose nearby as the ground split open. Soon after, a pair of pale hands emerged from within. As mist swirled around, Wei Ning swiftly moved aside and watched quietly.
With a loud crack, the earth widened further as a figure dressed in Qing Dynasty clothing crawled out. Its mouth bore long fangs, its body covered in a layer of white fur. Its long nails glinted with a black sheen like swift scythes under the dim moonlight, appearing quite terrifying.
“It’s a White Zombie,” Wei Ning thought to herself. Although not as formidable as the Flying Corpse she had encountered before, this White Zombie was still a rare sight in this world. The conditions for its formation were extremely harsh; this Zombie exuded vitality and had clearly just left a living person not long ago. Its appearance here was no coincidence; someone had clearly summoned it intentionally.
Before long, an urgent sound of Yin Luo echoed through the air. A loud laugh rang out as a figure darted through the trees and stopped before the White Zombie. Applying a Corpse Controlling Talisman to its forehead, he asked, “Brother Wu, do you think this creature is worthy?”
Upon hearing Yin Luo's voice, Wei Ning immediately recognized the visitor and couldn't help but frown deeply. The Corpse Driver lineage had always held the God of Joy in high regard, seeking guidance whenever they encountered mountains or rivers. They would not begin a meal until the God of Joy had eaten first. Even when Wei Ning became Wang Tuozi's disciple, he had to pay respects to the God of Joy beforehand. Today, hearing this person refer to the God of Joy as a beast filled Wei Ning with feigned anger.
Then, a white figure flashed through the forest, and another person laughed heartily: "Brother Fang is our Zhu You's pride; what he refines is naturally a rare treasure. However, I, Wu Feng, have recently stumbled upon some good fortune and obtained an extremely rare Infant Spirit. Today, I invite Brother Fang to appraise it."
Xin Fang chuckled, "Whether it truly is an Infant Spirit will be revealed after a confrontation."
Wei Ning's frown deepened as he thought, "Could it be that these two are actually using the God of Joy to compete against each other in bravado? Such an outrageous act would surely infuriate their families if they found out!"
Wei Ning focused his vision and saw figures moving in the forest—two individuals standing off against each other, one in white and the other in black. Behind the man in black stood the White Zombie that had just emerged from the ground, while the man in white held a large Golden Coffin about a meter long in one hand and a Corpse Driving Stick in the other. Dark mist swirled around the golden coffin, indicating that it contained something malevolent.
The so-called golden coffin was meant to lock souls; anyone with even a basic understanding of feng shui would know that gold coffins were rarely used for burials. The man in black tapped the Corpse Driving Stick three times on the golden coffin before setting it down. He pointed the stick at the Coffin Lid, which slowly began to open.
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