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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
The night was quiet, especially in the suburbs.
Bai Zhuo's shouting in the cafeteria was clearly heard by Ouyang Shirei, Ge Shui Lian, and Miao Xiaoqi. Ouyang Shirei spat, "Tsk tsk! I thought Bai wouldn't do something like this; who would have thought..."
Ge Shui Lian replied irritably, "What did you expect? Sister Shirei, you're too naive. The crow is as black as it gets; Bai Zhuo isn't any better. Who knows... Qi might have already been peeped at by that pervert."
Miao Xiaoqi, feeling shy, turned red and defended herself, "I-I'm only sixteen; my body doesn't look as good as Sister Yangliu's. Brother Bai wouldn't look at me..."
"Haha! You never know. Qi has a pretty face; maybe Bai has a thing for that! Qi, be careful; don't let your Brother Bai fool you!"
"Ah... um, no!" Miao Xiaoqi glanced doubtfully towards the room after hearing Ge Shui Lian's words, lowering her head and mumbling a few sounds.
Seeing Miao Xiaoqi's expression, Ge Shui Lian grew angrier and muttered to herself, "Hmph~ I just thought he was handsome; turns out he's just a pervert."
...
"Yang Liu! Yang Liu! Come back quickly! Your physical body is here! I swear, if you come back, I really, really won't peek at you while you bathe!" Bai Zhuo shouted loudly, completely forgetting that three girls were outside.
Elder Ge's forehead twitched with veins bulging as he suppressed his anger. He decided to ignore it and closed his eyes, shaking the Soul Banner in his hand.
"Summoning souls from a thousand miles away, Yin-Yang Ancient Banner, return the soul! Yang Liu of the Yang Family, hurry back!"
Time passed second by second, yet there was still no sign of Yang Liu's living soul. Bai Zhuo grew more anxious. The three incense sticks placed beside Yang Liu were about to burn out. If he couldn't summon Yang Liu's living soul before the incense finished burning, then she would truly be lost.
Elder Ge also felt anxious. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a fist-sized bell, shaking it with a "dingling" sound.
“Li Li Qian Kun, Primordial Bell, Yang Family, Yang Liu, return quickly!”
“Yang Liu! Come back! I promise I won’t buy celery anymore when I go grocery shopping! You’re my good friend! Don’t leave your good friend all alone!”
A cool breeze swept outside the cafeteria, yet Yang Liu's spirit was nowhere to be seen.
The candles of the summoning array had burned down, and the three incense sticks were almost finished. Bai Zhuo’s eyes were moist as he asked, “Master, did we forget to light one more incense stick?”
Elder Ge shook his head. “No, it’s correct that four incense sticks are needed for summoning spirits. However, Yang Liu is not dead; she cannot be considered a ghost, so we can’t use four.” Elder Ge sighed. “This is my best effort. Perhaps Yang Liu's soul has been away for too long, or maybe the Soul Banner isn’t good enough…”
The Soul Banner isn’t good enough? This was the Soul Banner that Su Meiniang stole from the Nüwa Temple over a thousand years ago! How could it possibly not be good enough? Bai Zhuo’s face turned pale as he slammed his fist on the table and cursed, “Damn it! Yang Liu! If you don’t come back, I’ll strip you of your clothes! I’ll make sure to see everything; do you believe me?”
Elder Ge was about to scold Bai Zhuo for his inappropriate words when suddenly, Yang Liu on the table took a deep breath and began to cough!
“Cough cough cough… Bai! How could you betray my trust like this? You pervert! Bastard! I can’t believe you were spying on me while I was bathing! Cough cough cough… Huh— I thought I was going to die! Finally back to life!”
“Ah! Yang Liu! You’re awake!” Bai Zhuo exclaimed in surprise. Three women outside heard the commotion and rushed in, equally astonished. “Yang Liu (Sister Yangliu)! You’re awake!”
“Cough cough… Yes, I’m awake. Bai Zhuo… you pervert, lecher! Stay away from me!”
“Hey hey hey… Yang Liu, you’re being too heartless. I’m your savior!”
“Hmm, thank you for saving my life, but please keep your distance. Cough cough cough!” “…”
Thus, a terrifying and dreadful incident came to a satisfactory conclusion. However, in a corner of Ningcheng, Wang Kun, who was meditating, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His expression was filled with rage, as if he had encountered the murderer of his father. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Bai? Why is it you again? You’re still alive! Damn it! You ruined my corpse-raising and destroyed my Ghost Fetus. I, Wang Kun, will never share the same sky with you!"
...
In Ningcheng's Yin-Yang Family—Tang Family. Tang Baifu sat in his study without turning on the lights. Moonlight spilled into the room, creating a tranquil and serene atmosphere. Under the moonlight, it was evident that he looked much older and more haggard than before.
It seemed that Tang Jie's death had hit him hard; after all, Tang Jie was the heir of the Tang Family!
In the darkness, his butler stood respectfully behind Tang Baifu. He heard Tang Baifu's hoarse voice ask, "What about the police?"
"They have already caught the murderer. It was a Sorcerer from South Asia. The evidence is conclusive. Young Master’s remains are completely gone; he was sacrificed. The police have closed the case. That Sorcerer has a criminal record and has been sentenced to death."
Tang Baifu fell silent, rocking back and forth in his armchair.
The room was quiet; the butler almost thought he had fallen asleep when he suddenly heard Tang Baifu say, "Conclusive evidence? Sorcerer? Hmph, do you believe it?"
The butler slightly bowed and replied, "At first, I didn't believe it either. However, I really can't think of a more convincing explanation... Sir, could it be..."
Tang Baifu abruptly stopped rocking his chair and raised his hand to silence his butler. "Initially, I thought it was him... But he has been quite well-behaved for the past two years. I know he is unaware of anything. As long as he obediently plays his role as a 'tool,' I will definitely not mistreat him."
"Then, sir, do you already have some clues?"
Tang Baifu resumed rocking in his chair and rubbed his temples. "I'm getting old; my body isn't what it used to be... Who knows when I'll end up in a coffin."
"Sir, you still look robust! Don't speak such gloomy words. I'm sure you'll live healthily for many more years."
"Ha ha, that's music to my ears... The Tang family was once thriving. But now, with my precious grandson gone, I don't know what to do with this vast estate... I was ready to peacefully step into my grave, yet who would have thought such a thing would happen."
Tang Baifu raised his right hand, and his butler immediately understood, swiftly presenting a long wooden pipe, filling it with tobacco and lighting it. Outside the window, the moon was full; Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
Tang Baifu took a couple of puffs before coughing. The butler took the long pipe from him and gently patted his back.
"I still want to extend my life."
The butler's expression remained unchanged. "Yes, sir."
"Cough cough cough... Just like that Red-Clothed Boy from Qing City last time—clean and decisive. I trust you to handle it; cough cough cough... Go ahead and make arrangements."
"Understood, sir."
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. Tomorrow, bring that private driver of Tang Jie to see me... And send more people to 'protect' Tang Bao. Hmm, that's all for now; you may leave."
The butler's figure gradually faded into the darkness as Tang Baifu took out a photograph, glanced at it a few times, and then tore it to shreds.
In the moonlight, one could vaguely see a portrait on the torn pieces. It was Ouyang Shirei.
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