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Early in the morning, I was summoned to the main hall again.
This time, I stood instead of kneeling, and I secretly guessed that today might not be too difficult.
My master seemed particularly strange today.
"You've been in the sect for a while now. How has your learning been?"
I was taken aback by his sudden question. I couldn’t say I hadn’t learned anything; that would be like slapping Li Mubai in the face. I could only nod in agreement.
"Well, since you've learned enough, you can start taking on missions. Today, you will accompany your senior brother down the mountain. There are two missions for you to handle."
So he intended to send me out to work. However, I had only learned a couple of techniques, and it was too late to refuse now; I could only nod in agreement. Thankfully, my senior brother would be leading the way, which made me feel a bit more at ease since he was the eldest disciple.
Before we left, my master handed Shiro to me and instructed me on a few things to ponder over carefully.
As I sat in the vehicle going down the mountain, I discovered for the first time that there was a cable car available. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have had to struggle so much climbing up.
"Senior brother, what is our mission this time?"
I was still a bit curious about my first mission.
My senior brother, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the corner, was stirred awake by my question. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "You'll know when we get there; don’t ask now."
Shangguan Mingyue quietly tugged at my sleeve, and I closed my mouth and leaned closer to her.
"Yan Xi, your senior brother will explain the tasks clearly when it's time. Don't ask; he might get upset."
Now I finally understood why Shangguan Mingyue was so afraid of Li Mubai; this ice-cold figure was indeed quite intimidating when serious.
After descending the mountain, by the time we reached the city, it was already dark.
As the leader of our group, Li Mubai took us to stay at a rundown inn by the roadside.
The treatment here is nothing compared to being out with Shangguan Mingyue. She told me not to complain, but the Senior Brother is even stingier than the Master; it's a miracle he hasn't slept under the bridge.
I was so startled that I immediately shut my mouth and took the keys upstairs.
Back in my room, Shangguan Mingyue wanted to go out again, warning me not to tell the Senior Brother.
The dilapidated room was filled with a strong musty smell, quite unpleasant.
Because the room was on a low floor, even the windows were sealed shut, likely to prevent tenants from escaping.
With no other choice, I decided to take a shower and prepare for rest.
Knock, knock, knock!
Just as I lay down on the bed, there was a knock at the door. Had Shangguan Mingyue returned so soon after leaving?
I suspiciously got off the bed to open the door. Worried it might be the Senior Brother, I asked, "Who is it?"
There was no response from outside, so I opened the door to check. The eerie hallway was empty.
Thinking perhaps someone had knocked on the wrong door, I closed it again.
As I walked back to the bedside, not two minutes passed before there was another knock.
This time I got up and opened the door right away, but still found no one there. I cursed at the hallway before shutting the door once more.
The third knock!
The fourth!
The fifth...
I finally felt that this was not an accident, nor was someone deliberately playing tricks on me; there was something sinister at work.
However, I had Yin-Yang Eyes. If there truly were ghosts outside the door, I should be able to see them, unless that entity was far more powerful than I was.
I initially thought of seeking help from Li Mubai, but recalling Shangguan Mingyue's instructions before she left, I decided against it.
I locked the door securely. This time, instead of lying on the bed, I quietly stood behind the door, my eyes fixed on Cat's Eye.
With a bag over my head, I made sure my breath didn't get too close; otherwise, that thing would sense me.
Just as I was about to give in and dismiss this as a prank when my face turned red from holding my breath, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, a blood-red orb met my gaze, staring right at me.
Startled, I took a step back and quickly opened the door. I had already gripped Shiro tightly in my hand.
At that moment, as I opened the door and prepared to stab with Shiro, a voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Hello there, do you need assistance?"
Standing outside was a flamboyantly dressed man in tight pants and a floral shirt. His blood-red eyes were quite terrifying.
I shouted at him, "Are you human or a ghost? Why are you scaring people here?"
The Flower Man smiled at me, his flirtatious gaze almost blinding. "Sister, how can you curse at me? With such striking good looks, how could I possibly be a ghost?"
"Those blood-red eyes of yours are frightening; would a normal person look like that?"
The Flower Man chuckled at my remark and reached into his eyes to remove two lenses, holding them out in front of me. "Sister, why are you so rude? These are colored contacts. Do you understand what that is?"
I was momentarily speechless. Given this bizarre man's antics, I decided it was best to avoid trouble and said to him, "Alright then, you can take your colored contacts and leave. Please don't disturb my sleep."
Who knew that the Flower Man would burst in like that, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it as he said to me, "Sister, are you sure you don't want to try some services?"
His movements were so fluid, it was as if he had practiced them hundreds of times. I was left utterly speechless.
"Sister, my name is Flower Boy, and my rates are quite cheap. Would you like to see my menu?"
The Flower Man had a card tucked in his mouth, constantly throwing flirtatious glances at me.
I was stunned; had I really encountered a gigolo? I couldn't believe such a service existed.
I pointed at the Flower Boy and shouted, "You need to leave, or I'll call the police!"
I thought this would at least scare him off, but he had other tricks up his sleeve.
He turned away and immediately started crying, saying, "Sister, I can't go out. If I leave after coming in without paying, they'll beat me up."
Now I was caught in his trap. Frustrated by his tears, I felt I had no choice but to pay him off.
"What's your minimum charge?"
He held up one finger for me to see.
"One hundred?" I asked.
He nodded.
One hundred bucks—that was enough for a month's living expenses in my village. Seeing him about to cry again, I reluctantly pulled out a hundred and handed it to him.
"Now that I've given you the money, you can leave, right?"
As he took the cash, the Flower Boy stopped crying and looked thrilled. "Sister, you're so good to me! I must repay you!"
He lunged at me.
I struggled to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming, and I found it hard to resist.
Grabbing a kettle nearby, I swung it at his head.
He yelped in pain and finally released me. I pulled out my phone to call Li Mubai.
But there was no signal at all. I dashed toward the door, desperate to escape.
Damn it, the door felt like it had been locked from the outside, completely immovable.
"You can't run away."
Hearing that eerie voice behind me, I turned around to face the Flower Boy.
He no longer looked glamorous; his entire body had turned a sickly grayish-white.
"Why are you hiding from me?" he shouted, his voice sharp and piercing.
I couldn't believe he was actually a ghost. How had I not noticed it earlier?
"What do you want?" My voice trembled slightly; I was getting nervous, my hands slick with sweat behind my back.
After a maniacal laugh, the Flower Boy yelled at me, "What do I want? I want you."
"Dream on."
His anger flared at my response, his face contorting into a scowl.
Slowly, bits of his flesh began to peel away, revealing decayed gray-black meat beneath. Dark green maggots crawled out from the rotting flesh.
The face that was almost ugly enough to make me vomit last year's New Year's Eve dinner looked at me charmingly and said, "If we are dreaming, then I will let you have a good spring dream."
The Flower Boy lunged at me, and I rolled over, trying to reach the bed.
In my backpack over there was the Spirit Binding Talisman I had drawn, just right for dealing with this Evil Spirit.
He seemed to notice my movement and grabbed my hair, dragging me toward the bathroom.
With no other choice, I thrust Shiro, which I had on my back, toward him.
Originally meant to confront ghosts, Shiro only managed to pierce him slightly, and I was somewhat surprised by its current performance. Remembering what my master had told me before he left, I regretted following Liu Qingfeng's suggestion to hand Shiro over to him.
My master's Shiro had too much spiritual energy, making it easy to accidentally harm spirits and create karmic debts for me. So he sealed part of Shiro's power away, intending for it to break free when I truly needed it.
After being stabbed by me, the Flower Boy became even angrier and grabbed my head, preparing to smash it against the wall.
I pressed my legs hard against the wall, resisting the pressure he was constantly applying.
I shook off Shiro and prepared the Ghost Suppression Technique, striking down at the Flower Boy's head.
In an instant, I pushed him back a few steps. He stood at a distance, glaring fiercely at me. "Why are you doing this to me? Didn't you want me? Am I wrong for letting you have me? Why do you still want to kill me? Why?"
The Flower Boy shouted angrily at me; his body had become terrifyingly grotesque, with not a single piece of good flesh left.
Especially around his thighs, where rotting muscle trembled and maggots continuously fell out.
A chill ran through me as images that did not belong to my memories flashed in my mind, just like when Jiang Sisi showed me her memories before.
Could it be that this Flower Boy wanted to show me his memories too? A very fat woman flashed before my eyes as I saw her stuffing a stack of money into the Flower Boy's pants pocket.
The Flower Boy left with a beaming smile on his face, but once he entered the room, he froze in shock because waiting for him were four women.
Four middle-aged women, fierce and assertive, approached the Flower Boy, suggesting it was time for him to leave. Once again, they pulled out money and offered it to him.
Recalling the exorbitant usury, the Flower Boy accepted the cash.
Unsatisfied after draining him of his resources, the four women forcefully shoved a handful of blue pills into the Flower Boy's mouth. In a daze, he lost consciousness.
He merely fainted, but the women believed he was dead and collectively tossed him into a nearby river.
When he opened his eyes again, he grasped the memories of the Flower Boy; he harbored a deep hatred for all women.
Seizing the moment, the Flower Boy tightened his grip around my neck.
His hands were like steel, squeezing my throat without hesitation; he wanted me dead.
He aimed to snap my neck, believing that only then would his rage subside.
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