Chapter 166: Chapter 139: Yin Child’s Terms

This time, she needed to take a month-long vacation, and she probably had to go to school with her mom in person.

Once her leave was approved and everything was settled for her mom, she could then stay at the Deceit Dynasty with peace of mind to undergo the Night Traveler’s training.

Last night, she sincerely lit incense in front of the Mountain Ghost Token, thanking the Witch Lady for her assistance, still receiving no response, but she felt inexplicably at ease.

Afterwards, she went to the Lower Nine Netherworld to communicate with the Yin Child. This little brat advanced rapidly after obtaining an eyeball, almost catching up to her, and becoming more proactive.

He proactively let Sang Que perceive the conditions for her to upgrade to the Fourth Layer and return to Ghost Level.

There are three conditions.

First, find another eyeball.

Second, sacrifice a Fourth Layer Evil Ghost to the Yin Child.

Third, create a mysterious case starring the Yin Child, capable of instilling fear in ten thousand people.

Sang Que could strive to complete the first two conditions, but the third condition troubled her a bit.

Think of that Wan Xiangtou who sacrificed Tangyuan County and dozens of surrounding villages, reaching a level that was almost a ten thousand people fear-inducing mysterious case.

But Wan Xiangtou was advancing from the fourth layer to the fifth, while little Yin Child is advancing from the third layer to the fourth, requiring such an extent?

Fortunately, the Yin Child didn’t specify that blood sacrifices had to involve killing; he only needed influence. Sang Que felt there was a loophole here, planning to discuss with her mom later for a better plan.

After waiting a moment, Qin Ze came out supporting Xiao Liu, whose eyes were covered with black cloth. Sang Que didn’t see He Buning and Xiao Wu, realizing they must have left again overnight.

Returning on horseback yesterday, Sang Que’s legs and buttocks still hurt quite a bit. If it weren’t for fear of revealing her identity, she would have loved to ride a motorcycle over, or a bicycle at the very least.

Of course, it was just a thought. Sang Que patted the black donkey beside her, knowing a motorcycle or bicycle wouldn’t be as clever or protective against evil as this fellow.

“Miss Sang, I never properly thanked you for risking your life to save me from the lake before.”

A rather pale Qin Ze approached Sang Que, bowed with cupped hands, expressing genuine gratitude.

Sang Que was momentarily stunned. Wasn’t it Qin Ze who saved her? When did it become her saving Qin Ze?

Feeling a warmth in her heart, Sang Que sensed the strengthening of the Heart Lamp, maintaining a blank expression, she said, “It was just a small matter, not worth mentioning.”

She looked towards Xiao Liu at the back, “You’re older than me, can I call you Sixth Brother from now on?”

Xiao Liu laughed heartily, “Sure, today I’ll need your help, Mulan sister, to take me back to Wangshan City.”

“Alright.”

Sang Que had Qin Ze help Xiao Liu onto the donkey cart. Xia Chan refused to go inside the carriage, choosing to hug Xuan Yu while sitting side by side with Sang Que on the shaft, with Qin Ze following on horseback.

Xiao Liu first needed to go to the Official Post to deliver a letter for He Buning. Hearing that the letter needed to be sent to Dongyang County, Sang Que had Qin Ze write a letter on her behalf to Liu Tianyou, using Kou Yushan as an excuse, inviting Liu Tianyou to come to Wangshan City.

Her handwriting was too ugly, and she couldn’t write many traditional characters.

Qin Ze was supposed to transcribe it, but upon picking up the brush, he suddenly remembered he was an illiterate Corpse Recovery Man, so he tossed the brush aside and bit into a leaf from nearby.

In the end, Xiao Liu, the ’blind man’, had to grope and write out the letter, and the resulting characters were even uglier than Sang Que’s.

Sang Que didn’t make a peep, while Qin Ze, chewing the leaf, commented that it looked like a dog’s scribble, growing increasingly lively and youthful, no longer the composed squad leader he once was.

Xiao Liu pulled a face as he finished writing, allowing the letter to be sent to Dongyang County with He Buning’s letter, reasoning that one letter was the same as sending two anyway.

Xiao Liu needed to build rapport with Sang Que to pry information from her for He Buning.

Before leaving Bailong County, Sang Que first drove the donkey cart to the East Market to inform Yao Zhen she had returned safely.

Yao Zhen, chuckling, said he was lamenting the loss of three taels of gold but still congratulated Sang Que on turning misfortune into fortune and soon becoming a Night Traveler.

After a few pleasantries, they parted with cupped hands in farewell.

Yao Zhen, standing by his simple fortune-telling stall, watched the donkey cart disappear into the crowd, unable to help but praise.

“Good donkey, good cat, good girl, why must you join the Evil Suppression Bureau, wouldn’t it be better to come to the mountain and cultivate with me?”

“Your Taoist Temple’s roof is still leaky, and you can’t even ensure a daily supply of tofu and greens, why would any girl want to suffer with you?”

A male voice chimed in from beside him, prompting Yao Zhen to cast an annoyed glance.

It was a young vendor carrying a pole, wearing patched coarse cloth clothes, ordinary in appearance, even with only one eye, yet Yao Zhen could never remember his looks.

He had five cloth dolls wearing different colored bellybands on his pole, smudged with black ash, looking dirty, and all bearing angry expressions.

Yao Zhen teased, “Still alive, huh? I thought you were eaten by the Fish Woman. Did you manage to do business?”

The vendor put down his pole with a wry smile, “Don’t mention it, I was selling and trading goods in Fish Woman Village when suddenly a big fire broke out. Luckily, I ran fast, or I wouldn’t have survived. Did the person you were waiting for arrive?”

“Not yet, still waiting.”

The vendor took out a waterskin for a sip, “By the way, in Fish Woman Village, I seemed to sense the Witch Lady’s aura. Do you think she might be coming back?”

After speaking, the vendor didn’t wait for Yao Zhen to respond and with a step forward, vanished from sight, carrying his pole with the five dirty dolls.

Yao Zhen didn’t find this strange; this vendor is the Ghost Vendor of Nine Songs. Her master is also a member of Nine Songs, and being of old age, wants her to inherit his position.

“Master, just who exactly am I waiting for here? Is it so difficult to explain clearly!”

Peeved, Yao Zhen sighed, resuming her cross-legged position by the fortune-telling stall, continuing to wait for she knew not whom.

Having been hushed for nearly twenty years, Nine Songs members have been emerging one by one lately. Could it be the Witch Lady, whom her master has always devotedly believed in, is truly returning?

It seems as if some force in the unseen is drawing these people toward a common center.

But she still hadn’t quite made up her mind about joining, as her ultimate dream was merely to make enough money to build a Taoist Temple and care for her master to the end of his days.

Outside Bailong County, amidst the forest path, the donkey cart trundled along.

Xiao Liu sat inside the carriage, constantly hearing the sound of Xia Chan eating, thinking she certainly had a good appetite.

Xiao Liu was about to speak, but Sang Que asked a question first.

“Sixth Brother, is your Colonel really twenty-one this year? I’ve heard he’s a person from Shengjing, what exactly is his background?”

Xiao Liu was momentarily taken aback, not having even started his inquiries, yet Sang Mulan began asking him questions first?

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