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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
"Boo hoo hoo~" A boy's cries echoed under the streetlight.
"Hey there, what are you doing here? Where are your parents?" Ouyang Shirei was a very caring woman; otherwise, she wouldn't have become the director of Good Baby Orphanage. She approached the boy, squatted down, and asked with concern, "Don't cry, little one. Where are your parents? Let’s go find your mom together, okay?"
The boy looked up, his face streaked with tears. Aside from being a bit pale, he looked like any other child. He sniffled and said, "Big sister, my mom doesn’t want me anymore. She left me here... Boo hoo..."
Ouyang Shirei's heart swelled with compassion as she took the boy's hand. "Alright, don’t cry. Let’s go home first!"
The boy nodded obediently, wiped his tears away, and held Ouyang Shirei's hand as they walked away together.
However, Ouyang Shirei didn’t notice that under the streetlight, there was her shadow but no shadow of the boy! Strangely enough, although the boy had no shadow, he was very much real. Ouyang Shirei asked, "What’s your name?"
As they walked further into the darkness, the boy revealed a sinister smile and replied, "I... I don’t have a name..."
...
Bai Zhuo faced backlash from Sutra because he made a grave mistake. He only understood the form but not the essence; that was one issue. Moreover, it is known that Buddhism speaks of great love and emphasizes "cause and effect," "benevolence," and "compassion," aiming to enlighten demons. However, Bai Zhuo merely sought to exorcise them, which was contrary to these principles and naturally led to severe backlash.
Fortunately, the White-Clad Evil Spirit was also severely injured. Bai Zhuo finally dared to open his eyes. He took out a piece of yellow blank talisman paper and drew a Thunder Emperor Talisman on it using his own blood.
The White-Clad Evil Spirit flicked its long scarlet tongue and wore a ferocious expression. A deep mark around its neck indicated it was a hanging ghost; it was unclear whether it had committed suicide or been murdered. Judging by its strength, it had been dead for some time. The Evil Spirit’s injuries only fueled its ferocity as its scarlet tongue grew even longer. It let out a shriek and lunged at Bai Zhuo!
"Secret Technique—Thunder Emperor summon, Urgent Command!" The Thunder Emperor Talisman shot towards the White-Clad Evil Spirit. Naturally, this spirit had some abilities to have survived until now; it attempted to dodge the talisman.
The talisman immobilized its target—a technique Bai Zhuo learned from Kagura Keiha. After several successful attempts, he chanted: "Cosmic Unity, Dao Follows Nature, Word Spirit secret technique—Bind!"
The White-Clad Evil Spirit paused mid-air for half a second; though brief, it allowed the Thunder Emperor Talisman to strike its arm. The hanging ghost tried to tear off the talisman when Bai Zhuo shouted angrily: "Explode!"
On the mountainside, with a thunderous boom, a bolt of lightning as thick as a thumb appeared out of nowhere and struck the shoulder of the White-Clad Evil Spirit!
Lightning is one of nature's most miraculous forces and one of its most terrifying powers. Stories often speak of gods facing thunder tribulations; thus even ghosts must fear lightning! The White-Clad Evil Spirit let out a horrific scream that was even more piercing than before!
A wisp of blue smoke rose from the White-Clad Evil Spirit, and to Bai Zhuo's astonishment, one of its arms had completely vanished! A surge of joy filled Bai Zhuo's heart. He had learned the Thunder God Summons and had attempted it several times, but each time ended in failure. The most disappointing moment had been when he faced Tang Jie, who had emerged unscathed from the lightning strike. However, witnessing the power of the spell tonight made Bai Zhuo view the Thunder Emperor Talisman in a new light.
"I will kill you!" The White-Clad Evil Spirit, now missing an arm, became even more enraged. The sleeve of its remaining arm suddenly elongated like a stick, pointing directly at Bai Zhuo's neck. Bai Zhuo certainly would not let it succeed.
"All combatants, assemble and advance! Combatants, obey my command! Urgent Command!" The Nine Character Mantra slipped from his lips as Bai Zhuo channeled his spiritual energy through his hands. Seizing the moment, he grasped the outstretched white sleeve.
The White-Clad Evil Spirit was caught off guard, a flicker of panic crossing its pale face. Bai Zhuo yanked on the sleeve with all his might, pulling the Evil Spirit closer. To his surprise, instead of fear, a sinister grin spread across the Evil Spirit's face as it sneered, "You fell for my trap!"
Bai Zhuo's heart sank in alarm, but there was no time to evade. In a moment of chaos, he felt a heavy sensation in his head before plunging into an endless darkness…
Time passed—how long he could not tell—until a jolt roused Bai Zhuo from his stupor. He discovered that his hands and feet were shackled. Daylight had broken without him noticing; snow swirled around him as he shivered uncontrollably, his limbs turning purple from the cold.
He realized he was locked inside a prison cart! The vehicle lurched forward over the snowy terrain. Shaking his head to clear his mind, Bai Zhuo became more alert. Ahead were two Constables dressed in official attire and armed with swords. "Hey! Where am I? Why am I being held?" he shouted. To his shock, when he spoke, a woman's voice emerged from his throat!
"Damn! Have I crossed over? This can't be happening! What is going on?" Bai Zhuo looked down to find that two prominent breasts had mysteriously appeared on his chest, causing his face to turn pale with fear.
One of the Constables stopped and turned to the other. "Brother, did you hear that? This woman's voice is quite sweet!"
The other Constable swallowed hard and replied, "Damn it! You’re lucky; this is just making me angry."
The first Constable chuckled lewdly. "Hey brother, this woman isn’t behaving properly anyway; she’s probably being taken to be a military prostitute. How about we have some fun first?"
"Uh… isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"Come on—look at her freezing out here; whether she survives to reach Jiangnan is questionable! With this snowstorm and desolate wilderness, it's so cold that one might want to warm up a bit," he said with a sleazy grin.
The other Constable relented. "Fine! I’ve been wanting to change things up with my old lady anyway! This woman looks pretty good; you go first! I'll keep watch!"
"…Oh no… I'm going to be assaulted by men!" Bai Zhuo's mind was in turmoil. If this were a Japanese film, wouldn’t it be called Prison Girl AV? No way!
The two Constables opened the prison cart and called out to Bai Zhuo, "Listen here! Behave yourself and serve us well; we might even give you something to wear!"
As they reached for him, Bai Zhuo instinctively tried to resist but found himself immobilized by an invisible force that drained him of strength. He could only twist helplessly from side to side, which only fueled the Constables' lust further—adding fuel to the fire.
Bai Zhuo silently cursed his luck, suddenly realizing that this was an illusion mirror. Generally, ghosts couldn't kill people directly; they could only harm others through a third party or an illusion mirror. For instance, a ghost could possess a person or use terrifying death mirrors to achieve their malicious goals. Of course, it was entirely different for someone like Su Meiniang, who could condense into a physical Millennium Ghost Spirit.
Two Constables dragged the struggling Bai Zhuo, who looked on the verge of collapse, into the woods.
"Come on, brother, hurry up! Don't keep me waiting!"
"Hehehe, got it, got it!"
Bai Zhuo watched helplessly as "he" was pulled into the woods by one of the Constables and pressed down into the snow. He could almost clearly see the Constable's yellowing teeth. Just as the Constable leaned in closer, Bai Zhuo suddenly lifted his foot and aimed for the Constable's groin, delivering a powerful kick!
"Ah!" The Constable immediately covered his groin and fell to the ground, rolling in agony as blood and other fluids soaked through his pants! The lookout Constable outside heard the commotion and rushed in. Upon seeing the scene before him, he was furious and drew his whip to tighten around Bai Zhuo's neck!
Bai Zhuo instantly understood; this White-Clad Evil Spirit had met its end in such a way!
The whip tightened around his neck more and more. Bai Zhuo felt his throat constricting, his tongue involuntarily sticking out as saliva flowed continuously from his mouth. Breathing became increasingly difficult...
"Damn it, is this how I die? I might as well use that Sutra to fight back. Even if it backfires, it's better than sitting here waiting for death!" Bai Zhuo thought to himself as he silently recited the Sutra from Monk Hengyuan.
A wave of suffocation washed over him. With his neck already constricted, Bai Zhuo felt he couldn't catch his breath. He struggled to open his mouth and recited the monk's Sutra once more.
Blood trickled from the corner of Bai Zhuo's mouth as the backlash of the Sutra began, but he persisted, continuously chanting! Before long, the two Constables before him vanished, and the surrounding snow melted away. Bai Zhuo's vision darkened, and his consciousness returned to reality.
It was still Burial Mountain, still that night; everything around him was pitch black. Bai Zhuo spat out two mouthfuls of blood but didn't check his injuries immediately. Instead, he hurriedly felt his chest; it was flat to the touch. He let out a sigh of relief—thank goodness he was still himself and hadn't changed...
The White-Clad Evil Spirit screamed in agony upon hearing the strange Sutra, clutching its remaining hand to its head. Seizing the opportunity, Bai Zhuo slapped a black Soul-Restraining Talisman onto its forehead!
The Black Soul-Restraining Talisman could even subdue a Taotie Ghost; this White-Clad Evil Spirit was not much stronger than that Taotie Ghost and was instantly immobilized!
Bai Zhuo coughed a few times and took out a blank yellow talisman paper. Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, he spat blood onto his hand and used the light from his phone to draw a Fire Separation Talisman.
"Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams! Displacement! Leave Fire..." Just as Bai Zhuo intended to burn this Evil Spirit away, he noticed that the female ghost was actually shedding tears!
"Damn it, this is my first time seeing a ghost cry. Am I still trapped in an illusion?" Bai Zhuo bit down hard on his tongue; it hurt—a clear sign that this wasn't an illusion. Furrowing his brow, Bai Zhuo hesitated.
"Money can make even ghosts move, but it certainly can't make them cry!" Bai Zhuo's heart softened, not because she was a female ghost, but because of her tears. He cleared his throat and tore a bit of the Black Soul-Restraining Talisman, asking, "Do you have any last words? Hurry up... who knows, if I'm in a good mood, I might help you fulfill your wish."
The female ghost stammered, "Master, I hope you can help me transcend so that I can be reborn."
Bai Zhuo replied, "Sorry, I don't help evil spirits transcend; I can only burn you!"
"Master, Master, it’s alright. You are a special person. As long as you lift the Soul-Restraining Talismans, with your help, I can naturally endure the suffering of the Underworld and enjoy the joys of my next life!"
"Damn it, let you go? If I believe you, I'll be seeing ghosts!" Bai Zhuo cursed. "What a load of nonsense... Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams, Displacement, Li Fire...!"
"Master, I am unwilling..."
The female ghost restored her appearance from when she was alive and softly murmured something before closing her eyes.
Bai Zhuo felt his heart soften again and cursed, "Damn... what bad luck... I doubt you can stir up much trouble!"
He steeled himself and suddenly ripped off the black Soul-Restraining Talismans, stepping back several paces while holding a Thunder Emperor Talisman in his hand, staying alert.
The female ghost smiled charmingly; upon closer inspection, she still had quite an allure. No wonder there had been that unspeakable scene in the illusion.
"Master, I will cast an illusion; please meet me in a dream!"
Bai Zhuo felt dizzy for a moment as his surroundings brightened again—he found himself back in that illusion! The cold was biting, with heavy snow falling. Bai Zhuo was dressed lightly and shivered from the chill. The ground was covered in thick snow; a long cart track and two rows of footprints were clearly visible in the snow. Following the footprints ahead, Bai Zhuo began to run after them, unaware of the meaning behind this illusion.
Suddenly, he saw ahead a Constable dragging the woman toward some bushes.
"Hurry up, brother! Don't keep me waiting!"
"Hehehe! Got it!" The Constable grinned lewdly as he pulled the woman out of Bai Zhuo's sight.
Panic surged within Bai Zhuo as he quickly circled around. Suddenly, a scream pierced the air—a cry of agony startled the Constable on lookout outside. The Constable rushed over to find his comrade lying on the ground in pain, realizing something had gone wrong. He swiftly drew his whip and tightened it around the woman's neck, cursing, "Damn you! How dare you hurt my brother? Today I'll make sure you can't live or die!"
With that, he hung the woman by her neck from a tree branch! Overcome by lustful thoughts, he disregarded his injured comrade and unfastened his trousers to violate her.
As Bai Zhuo beheld the scene before him, it reminded him of Ouyang Shirei lying beneath Tang Jie. Rage surged within him, and he quickly picked up a stone the size of his palm from the ground. With a loud thud, he struck the Constable from behind, knocking him unconscious.
He let out a sigh of relief and untied the whip around the woman's neck. "Are you alright?"
Just as she was about to respond, she suddenly cried out, "Benefactor, my heart!"
Unbeknownst to them, the Constable who had been kicked in the groin by the woman had risen again and lunged at Bai Zhuo with a knife aimed at his back! The woman pushed Bai Zhuo aside just in time, but the blade pierced her back with a sickening sound, blood oozing from the wound.
With a gasp, both Constables froze, their bodies disintegrating like sand in the wind. The snow on the ground began to melt as well. The woman collapsed, blood pouring from her mouth.
Bai Zhuo rushed to support her as she weakly said, "I was wrongfully accused by my husband of meeting with a lover and died under this Constable's humiliation. Now that I have been saved by you, I ask for nothing more. To die like this... is fine... quite fine..."
She grasped Bai Zhuo's hand, her eyes losing their light as she faded away in the cold northern wind.
The illusion gradually shattered, returning to Burial Mountain. In Bai Zhuo's hand lay a piece of emerald jade—the gift from the woman.
The shadow of the White-Clad Ghost had long since vanished. Bai Zhuo understood that she was gone. If luck were on his side, perhaps he would see her graceful figure again at some time and place.
Bai Zhuo sighed. That night, he had not found Ouyang Shirei but had unexpectedly sent an Evil Spirit to rest. It was truly an unforeseen turn of events; he didn't even know the woman's name…
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