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"My Tenant is a Female Ghost" features a female ghost.
"Mortals, you need to think carefully. Just like that Millennium Ghost Spirit said earlier, if I become your Ghost Servant, you will be at odds with the entire Underworld!" The female ghost asked, "Do you still want me to be your Ghost Servant?"
Bai Zhuo pointed his Peach Wood Sword at the ghost's throat and replied, "Yes, of course. I bought you back with three hundred Soul-Sealing Pearls!"
"…How about this? I can help you capture other ghosts to serve you as Ghost Servants. Two would be fine. If you let me go, what do you say?" the female ghost proposed.
"No, you are mine, bought with three hundred Soul-Sealing Pearls," Bai Zhuo said expressionlessly.
"…Why are you like this? Three! Three Ghost Servants! It’s definitely a good deal!"
But Bai Zhuo seemed enchanted, refusing to agree no matter how the female ghost persuaded him. With no other options, she gritted her teeth and said, "How about this? I will sign a fifty-year master-servant contract with you! Fifty years is already a long time for a mortal like you. What do you think?"
Bai Zhuo calculated the time; he would be over seventy in fifty years. That should be enough. Although he couldn't completely subdue this female ghost, it was better than having both sides suffer.
"Deal!"
The Ghost Contract was simple. Bai Zhuo wasn't afraid of any tricks from the female ghost and smoothly signed the Ghost Contract. He felt a cool Spiritual Energy seep into him, followed by an indescribable sensation as if something had connected him to the female ghost.
"My name is Phantom Sparrow."
"Phantom Sparrow?"
"Yes, Phantom Sparrow. It's better for you not to know more. What is your name?"
"You should call me Master."
"…Why?"
"You signed the Unequal Treaty!"
"I'll tell you, I only chose to sign the Ghost Contract because I didn't want to return to the Underworld. Otherwise, do you think I could submit to a mere mortal like you?"
"You're just a ghost; where do you get such confidence?"
Phantom Sparrow: "Heh, my abilities are quite impressive."
"Don't just talk. Show me what you can do."
Phantom Sparrow hesitated for a moment and said, "Alright, letting you, a mortal, see my skills isn't a big deal. Just don't get scared. I don't know how I appear in your eyes, so now, imagine your favorite person."
"Is this really related to illusions? Imagine my favorite person? The person I like... Ouyang Shirei..." Bai Zhuo felt a brief dizziness as the figure of Phantom Sparrow suddenly blurred before his eyes, gradually transforming into the likeness of Ouyang Shirei. This tearful Ouyang Shirei was unmistakably the one from that French restaurant!
Bai Zhuo stared in a daze. "Ouyang Shirei" asked, "Now, imagine your greatest fear?"
"My greatest fear is... uh... no... no way..." As soon as Bai Zhuo finished speaking, the " Ouyang Shirei" before him suddenly "collapsed," morphing into thousands of figures made up of cockroaches! Every hair on Bai Zhuo stood on end as he screamed, "That's enough! Too terrifying! This thing..."
And just like that, Bai Zhuo's first Ghost Servant was born...
...
Time passed quickly, and with only one day left until the Ghost Festival, Bai Zhuo had completely given up hope of winning any prizes in the competition. It was just a Ghost Marriage, and he thought he could simply go along with that female ghost; little did he know the dangers involved.
Elder Ge was also quite troubled. His apprentice had made a deal with a ghost, and to dissolve the Ghost Contract, he had to participate in the competition and place in the top three. Meanwhile, he was busy with trivial matters and had no time to attend to this apprentice, leaving him to fend for himself.
That evening, while Bai Zhuo was studying the Nameless White Book, his phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
Bai Zhuo picked up the phone, puzzled.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Hi, is this Mr. Bai?"
"Yes, who are you?"
"Oh, I'm from Slow Delivery. I have a package for you that needs your signature."
"A package?" Bai Zhuo replied, confused. "I’ve never ordered anything online. Are you trying to scam me?"
The voice on the other end hurriedly explained, "Oh no, you misunderstand, Mr. Bai. I'm not a scammer. This package is addressed to you from Bai Yunfei. We are Slow Delivery Company, and Mr. Bai Yunfei specified this date for us to deliver the package directly into your hands."
"My dad? He passed away over a decade ago!" Bai Zhuo exclaimed in surprise. His parents had been gone for many years; how could there possibly be a package left for him?
"I'm not sure about that, Mr. Bai," the delivery person replied. "However, our company has been established for over twenty years. This is a legitimate slow delivery; all procedures are in order and the fees have been paid. I will deliver it to your door; we just need to verify your identity with your ID before you sign for it."
Bai Zhuo thought for a moment. Since it seemed legitimate, he decided it was unlikely to be a scam. He provided his address and confirmed that he would be available to sign for it at eight o'clock that evening.
Sure enough, at eight o'clock, there was a knock at the door. After verifying Bai Zhuo's identity, the delivery person left the package behind and departed.
The package was about the size of a basketball. Curious, Bai Zhuo opened it to find a wooden box inside. On top of the box was a special talisman. As he opened the wooden box, a fragrant spiritual energy wafted into his nostrils, which he then exhaled into nothingness. Anyone knowledgeable witnessing this scene would surely be astonished!
Inside the box, the first thing that caught his eye was a letter made of leather paper.
With trembling hands, Bai Zhuo opened the letter, revealing an entire page filled with elegant calligraphy:
My dear son, Bai Zhuo. If all goes well, by the time you read this letter, your father and I will no longer be in this world. I believe you have grown up by now. We are sorry for leaving you so early. In our line of work as Onmyoji, very few can meet a good end. The more we reveal through divination and fortune-telling, the quicker we meet our demise. You possess extraordinary talents; although you are not a Seer, your abilities surpass those of many. However, your father and I do not expect you to have great powers or to restore the Bai Family name. We only hope that you grow up safe and healthy. Of course, if you choose to follow in our footsteps, your father and I will fully support you! Your father has foreseen that you will face a calamity at the age of twenty-six. This package is a birthday gift from us for your twenty-sixth birthday! My dear, happy birthday!
With love from your mother and caring from your father.
"Is today my birthday?" Bai Zhuo exclaimed. All these years he had been alone, he even forgot his own birthday. This gift was truly a delightful surprise!
Bai Zhuo carefully folded the letter and set it aside. He looked into the wooden box and pulled out a stack of talisman papers. He gasped in shock, "Hiss! These are high-grade talismans!"
Black Talisman, Purple Talisman, and Five-Color Talisman—there were at least fifty or sixty sheets! This was a fortune! In the Yin-Yang Market, while intermediary talismans only required five years' worth of Soul-Sealing Pearls, high-grade talismans were priceless. With the Ghost Hunting Competition approaching, it was common for a single high-grade talisman to sell for hundreds or even thousands!
Bai Zhuo calmed his excited heart and noticed there were still a few items left in the box. A thumb-sized Emerald Bead, a golden bell tied with a red string, and an old yellowed photograph.
The photograph was blurry; Bai Zhuo felt a pang in his nose as he vaguely recognized it as a family portrait with his grandparents present while he lay in his mother's arms. On the back of the photo was a line of text: "This is a Water-Repellent Pearl, a token for my granddaughter-in-law. As for this Golden Bell, your grandfather does not know its purpose, but it has been passed down through generations as a family heirloom of the Bai Family. Please take good care of it."
Bai Zhuo's eyes brimmed with tears as he chuckled softly, "I understand, Grandpa."
He picked up the Golden Bell and felt as if he had seen it somewhere before but couldn't recall where. He grasped the red string attached to the bell and gently shook it.
"Dingling!" The sound was crisp and melodious, even more beautiful than that of wind chimes. Bai Zhuo was momentarily stunned but failed to notice the strange movement of the Pomegranate Tree in the yard, accompanied by a rustling sound.
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