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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
Cao Xin split into two, one of them charging directly at Bai Zhuo. Bai Zhuo felt a surge of anger, but with no allies to back him up, he found himself in a helpless situation.
"Hey, Bai! Stop hiding! If you don't show some real skills, we're all done for!"
"Damn it! I want to too! To be honest, in the past three or four months, my master has only taught me Soul-Restraining Talismans and nothing else."
"Come on! You're the champion of the Yin-Yang Tournament, and yet you're not that impressive!" Zhu Cong interjected, pinching two yellow talismans in his hand. "One for each of us; let's take care of him! Netherfire Talisman, command!"
The creature lunging at Bai Zhuo seemed to fear Zhu Cong's Netherfire Talisman. It twisted mid-air and flew towards Zhu Cong, revealing its gruesome head with blood and flesh exposed, letting out a piercing shriek that rattled eardrums.
Meanwhile, Bai Zhuo seized the opportunity to throw out a Soul-Restraining Talisman. Cao Xin appeared to recognize the power of this talisman; with a resonating sound wave from her mouth, she blew away the incoming talisman, prompting Bai Zhuo to curse loudly as he drew another talisman and threw it—this time a Li Fire Talisman.
"Displacement—Fire Separation Talisman, ignite, ignite, ignite! Urgent Command!" This time, Bai Zhuo ignited the Li Fire Talisman in mid-air. The Fire Separation Talisman shot towards Cao Xin like a fireball.
The fireball reminded Bai Zhuo of the day he pulled the Soul-Piercing Nail for Miao Long in Miao Village when the Fire Qilin appeared.
However, Cao Xin's long hair whipped around her as she quickly shielded herself like an iron wall; the fireball couldn't harm her at all. "All combatants gather and advance! Those who can use magic, Sword in Hand, Supreme True Lord! Urgent Command!" Bai Zhuo circled around Cao Xin, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth to gather yang energy. With his left hand together and right fingers drawn from the "sheathe," he unsheathed Sword in Hand with a clang and directly slashed at Cao Xin's thick mane.
Cao Xin seemed weaker!
Bai Zhuo felt a surge of joy and pressed forward again, aiming Sword in Hand at Cao Xin's temple. Unexpectedly, the grotesque head on Cao Xin's chest grinned eerily. Bai Zhuo panicked as he realized he had fallen for the creature's trick. He hurriedly threw out a Thunder Emperor Talisman and stepped back to prepare his incantation. But Cao Xin lunged forward swiftly; her long hair pierced through the Thunder Emperor Talisman while her clawed hands shot straight toward Bai Zhuo's eyes!
In this critical moment, Bai Zhuo smiled confidently. "I've faced evil spirits and demons countless times these past months; you think you can play tricks on me? You're still too green for this!"
His confidence stemmed from experience. The real threat Cao Xin faced was not the Thunder Emperor Talisman he had thrown but rather the Li Fire Talisman that had fallen to the ground earlier!
“Two Instruments and Four Symbols, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams! Displacement—Li Fire Talisman, command!”
Cao Xin immediately felt a strong threat, quickly stopping his actions. He stumbled backward like a Zombie, but it was already too late. The Fire Separation Talisman erupted with flames over half a meter high, engulfing half of Cao Xin's body!
“Ah—” Cao Xin screamed as the flames blazed like they were doused in gasoline, his cries shattering the café's windows. Bai Zhuo quickly covered his ears and snatched up his backpack. Seeing Bai Zhuo's actions, Cao Xin felt panic rising within him. Unbeknownst to him, Cao Xin had cast some spell, and the flames gradually began to extinguish. However, the head on his chest revealed a haunting and terrifying expression.
Suddenly, a wave of heat emanated from the backpack in Bai Zhuo's hands. At that moment, Bai Zhuo felt a deep connection with the Yin Yang Mirror, clearer than ever before! He pulled out the palm-sized mirror from his bag and aimed the dark red reflective side at Cao Xin.
Bai Zhuo instinctively drew several drops of blood with his finger and quickly traced symbols on the mirror's surface: “Heavenly Sunlight, Yin Yang universe, mirror to subdue demons… Cao Xin, look here!” Hearing this, Cao Xin turned his gaze, only to see a beam of golden light piercing through his forehead at lightning speed. Cao Xin stood frozen in place as if he had lost consciousness, while the bloody female head on his chest screamed loudly: “Divine Mirror! How is this possible? Ah~ I want you dead!”
Stimulated by this revelation, the head suddenly broke free from Cao Xin's chest and transformed into a massive skull that aimed to swallow Bai Zhuo whole! The golden light from Bai Zhuo's Yin Yang Mirror intensified; however, it failed to disperse the head!
“Mr. Bai!” The bloody head swallowed Bai Zhuo in one gulp! Bai Zhuo only vaguely heard Nie Qian's startled cry. Suddenly, he felt a dizzying sensation as everything around him began to spin, gradually causing him to lose consciousness.
Moments later, Bai Zhuo shook his dazed head, and what he saw made his blood rush! There stood Su Meiniang, completely naked, her flawless skin glowing without a single blemish. Her firm and rosy breasts stood proudly in the air, while her legs were as clean as white jade. Her long thighs intertwined in a way that made one want to pull them apart for a closer look!
Su Meiniang had teased Bai Zhuo multiple times before, yet he had never gained any advantage; instead, he found himself caught in her playful web, leaving him feeling quite frustrated. Now faced with this scene, anger surged within him as he was ready to rush forward to serve this enchanting beauty. However, a flash of intuition made him feel that something was amiss.
Bai Zhuo slapped his own face; the pain confirmed it wasn't a dream. But just moments ago he had been battling Cao Xin—how did Su Meiniang suddenly appear before him? This was puzzling.
Seeing Bai Zhuo hesitate, Su Meiniang cast seductive glances and let out soft moans that could easily tempt any man weak of will into surrender.
Unfortunately for her, Bai Zhuo was not that type of person. He bit down hard on his tongue; the sharp pain made him cry out. As expected, the alluring figure of Su Meiniang began to blur and gradually transformed into Miao Xiaoqi.
Bai Zhuo’s head spun again. “Brother Bai~Brother Bai! Qiqi misses you so much!” Miao Xiaoqi remained as charming as ever; her pure beauty made it hard for Bai Zhuo to refuse this adorable girl.
Miao Xiaoqi bounced over to him. Filled with joy, Bai Zhuo reached out to ruffle her hair: “Qiqi, Brother Bai misses you too. Have you been good lately?” Miao Xiaoqi smiled sweetly: “Brother Bai, I've been very good!”
Bai Zhuo nodded with a smile, but suddenly noticed the Seven-Colored Silkworm on Miao Xiaoqi's arm. A shiver of fear coursed through him, and his hair stood on end as he abruptly pushed away Miao Xiaoqi's softer body.
Miao Xiaoqi looked confused and asked, "Bai... Brother Bai, what's wrong? Why did you push me away? Don't you like Qi anymore?"
Bai Zhuo glared angrily and shouted, "You ghostly thing! You are not Miao Xiaoqi! Miao Xiaoqi's Seven-Colored Silkworm has already broken out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. You think just because you've stayed in my house for a few days, you can imitate those close to me?"
Huh? When did Su Meiniang also become someone close to him?
Upon hearing this, blood suddenly gushed from Miao Xiaoqi's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Her mouth twisted into a sinister grin, gradually transforming into green smoke that enveloped Bai Zhuo.
Bai Zhuo felt a wave of dizziness wash over him again, as if he had forgotten where he was. The scene shifted, and Bai Zhuo found himself back in that familiar café. However, the sight before him shattered his heart!
Ouyang Shirei lay drenched in blood, hanging lifeless from the beams above!
"Sister Shirei!" Bai Zhuo cried out in anguish, his heart aching intensely. He clutched his chest and fell to his knees before Ouyang Shirei's corpse, shouting, "Sister Shirei! Sister Shirei! Wake up! You shouldn't be dead; you can't be dead... Ah—"
He knelt on the ground, crying heart-wrenchingly. It was clear that he truly cared for Ouyang Shirei. The emotional turmoil of losing his beloved made him oblivious to the flaws in this illusory nightmare.
"Woo woo woo..." Bai Zhuo cried out, "Sister Shirei, how could you leave me first? Do you know how much I like you? Do you know how much I love you? For you, I would walk through the gates of hell without regret, yet you left me..."
Suddenly, the hanging "Ouyang Shirei" moved slightly and spoke, "Bai, do you like me?"
Seeing Ouyang Shirei "come back to life," Bai Zhuo immediately stopped crying and looked up at her. "Sister Shirei, you know I like you; I've always liked you!"
"Do you love me?"
"I... I love you! Although I don't understand what true love is, I am willing to go through fire and water for you!"
"Are you willing to give your life for me?"
"Yes, I..." Just as Bai Zhuo was about to say those words, a thunderclap echoed in his mind, and strange memories flashed through his consciousness like lightning! They felt like his own, yet not entirely.
...
"Are you willing to sacrifice your thousand years of cultivation for me?"
"Yes." "Why?"
"Because it's you."
"That's not worth it..." "No, I am willing..."
...
"The Six Paths of Reincarnation, you jump, and I will jump too."
"Alright, then I'll jump first. In this life, we have faced too many tribulations together, and I owe you too much. Let's promise to meet in the next life; this thousand years of cultivation... it's not worth keeping!"
"I'm sorry..."
"No... you haven't wronged me; it is my choice. If you jump, then I will jump!"
...
"Hurry, the Human Reincarnation is that well! You jump first; I'll hold them off!"
"Well! I believe you!" The woman approached the edge of the deep well, turned back with a charming smile, making everything else fade away, and leaned back... only to realize that the man behind her had shattered his soul to protect her.
...
What seemed like just a few breaths in the illusion felt as long as several centuries to Bai Zhuo.
...
"You scoundrel! You dare to peek at me while driving away ghosts! Let's see who I am!" Bai Zhuo awakened from the illusion, his eyes flashing with golden light. All the illusions before him crumbled like fragile bubbles, scattering in all directions.
The head encased in Bai Zhuo's aura let out a shriek and retreated continuously. The Yin Yang Mirror, stimulated by Bai Zhuo, emitted golden light that illuminated the entire café. A Cao Xin transformed into green smoke and vanished into thin air amidst the golden glow! Meanwhile, another Cao Xin, entangled with Zhu Cong, was affected and screamed in panic, leaping several times before quickly fleeing the café, leaving Zhu Cong looking utterly bewildered.
With the interference of the Evil Spirit's dark energy gone, several broken light bulbs in the café stubbornly flickered back to life, illuminating the chaos within. The place was a mess—glass shards, tables and chairs, lights, cutlery, tea sets, and more lay scattered everywhere. Not far away, Nie Qian and the others saw the lights come on in the café and returned from outside. Upon discovering that both Bai Zhuo and Zhu Cong were unharmed, Nie Qian sighed in relief and returned the sachet he had been tightly clutching to Bai Zhuo.
The fragmented images that had flashed by like lightning—were they an illusion or something else? How strange! Bai Zhuo took the sachet and lowered his head in deep thought. Seeing him lost in contemplation, everyone refrained from interrupting.
After a few moments of silence, Nie Qian finally spoke with a frown, "Sigh... I've lost so much; I'm definitely going to get fired... What a pity; this part-time job was hard to come by."
Bai Zhuo snapped back to reality and said, "Nie Qian, this incident was caused by me; you shouldn't blame yourself. If it weren't for my request, you wouldn't have encountered such trouble. I'll take responsibility for the café's losses..."
However, before Bai Zhuo could finish his sentence, Ning Chen interjected smoothly, "Qian, leave this matter to me; there's no need to trouble Mr. Bai Zhuo." Bai Zhuo cast a meaningful glance at Ning Chen. Since someone was willing to handle it for him, he was more than happy to take it easy. He shrugged and put the Yin Yang Mirror back into his backpack.
Zhu Cong was very curious about the Yin Yang Mirror in Bai Zhuo's hand and couldn't help but ask, "Bai Zhuo, what is that thing?"
Bai Zhuo shrugged casually and replied, "Just a Demon-Exposing Mirror. I got it from the Onmyoji Association's warehouse during the last Ghost Hunting Competition; it's quite good—better than an ordinary Peach Wood Sword."
Zhu Cong understood that Bai Zhuo wasn't keen on revealing too much and decided not to press further.
Bai Zhuo thought to himself, "I have caused trouble for everyone this time, and I have a rough idea of what happened. If you need any help in the future, just let me know, and I will do my best." Daoist Wang Kun, just wait!
However, things did not go as Bai Zhuo had anticipated. In the Tang Family Courtyard of Ningcheng, Tang Baifu's steward, A-Lin, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood while sitting on the ground, his complexion aging threefold as he began to cough violently.
Tang Baifu, who had been resting with his eyes closed nearby, slowly opened them and frowned. "What is it? A-Lin, can't you handle this scoundrel either?"
A-Lin coughed heavily for a long time before finally responding, "I'm sorry, Master. A-Lin is of no use anymore."
It was rare for Tang Baifu to personally light his smoking pipe and take a deep drag. "If you are of no use, then who in the Tang family can be relied upon?"
"Master, this matter of extending life has been half successful and half ruined, wasting a great deal of wealth and resources. I am sorry for disappointing you." The old steward A-Lin knelt beside Tang Baifu with his head bowed. "What I thought would be easy has now fallen into that brat's hands!"
Tang Baifu neither shook his head nor nodded; his expression was blank, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking. A-Lin remained kneeling beside him for about ten minutes before Tang Baifu finally spoke. "Let’s put this matter aside for now. That old fool Zhongli coming to Jiangnan must have some reason; find out what it is."
"Yes, Master."
...
The atmosphere grew dim; it seemed a storm was approaching. (To be continued.)
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