So, based on this line of reasoning, could the ghosts in the Black Market Ghost Realm also be related to soone’s obsession during their lifeti?
And the characteristics shown by this ghost are:
One, it does not kill those with the Yan surna;
Two, the Ghost Realm is likely just the black market’s iron cage for live goods;
Three, it sells people, and the first one it sold was Brother Xiong.
Li Yuan slightly closed his eyes, lost in thought, but then imdiately hugged his wife tighter, not ntioning any of this. He only spoke softly to comfort her, then asked, "Did you notice anything unusual?"
Lady Yan thought carefully and shook her head, saying, "No, everything seems normal."
Li Yuan smiled and said, "Then you’re overthinking it. What ghost?"
Lady Yan hesitated and said, "But... it feels really eerie."
Li Yuan said, "I’m a person who’s seen ghosts and still carries a ghost’s curse on . Who knows more about this, or you?"
Lady Yan lightly exhaled and said, "I guess I’m just overreacting."
Li Yuan chuckled and said, "Maybe there really is a ghost? You’d better not let Xiaozhao take the paper money from the table. Who knows, if he takes it, the ghost... might co out!"
Lady Yan was so startled that her soul almost left her body. She clung to him tightly, but upon looking up and seeing the mischievous look on her husband’s face, she realized he was teasing her. So she playfully hit his arm and said, "You’re awful."
The two of them indulged in each other’s company, talking softly for a while before parting ways.
Li Yuan watched his wife’s departing figure, squinting slightly.
He was certain now, that it was indeed a Ghost Realm...
And a terrifying dream realm at that.
But he had an even bigger suspicion to verify.
However, regardless of whether this suspicion was confird, he wouldn’t tell his wife the truth for now, because... once Lady Yan knew the truth, she might try every ans possible to get that "one cent" from the table. Even if she couldn’t move, she’d find a way to make Xiaozhao take it.
Because her husband, Xiaozhao’s father, needed that "one cent" to lift the curse.
Who knows what would happen then? Li Yuan couldn’t imagine.
But, stealing money from a ghost likely wouldn’t end well.
That’s why he said what he did.
...
In the distance...
Lady Yan sat astride her horse with her eyes dimly lowered.
She understood her husband, understood him very well...
Her husband... usually wouldn’t joke like that.
If he did, it ant it wasn’t a joke, but rather a reminder of sothing he didn’t want her to know, yet didn’t want her to touch.
"So... is it really a ghost?"
Lady Yan shivered in fear...
But imdiately, she grew puzzled again.
Why didn’t the ghost harm her? Could it be waiting for a better price, ready to sell her to the highest bidder?
She had dreamt of that ghost long ago...
She had been in that haunted house for more than two years, yet still felt no malice.
And her own Xiaozhao could even go to that house together.
Brother Xiong...
Doesn’t harm the Yan surna...
Was sold...
And that house, like iron bars, seed like a cage covered with black cloth, containing live goods.
Lady Yan’s eyes flashed with a thoughtful expression.
"And that one cent... my husband cares about it a lot. Yet he deliberately lied to . He doesn’t want Xiaozhao to take it, fearing Xiaozhao and I might get into trouble." The more Lady Yan thought, the deeper it went.
"My husband needs that one cent..."
"But I can’t act recklessly, nor can I let Xiaozhao know."
...
...
The next day, the Blood Saber Sect began a swift investigation.
Two days later, bits of information were delivered to Li Yuan.
A serviceman nad Xiaoluzi from the Fulin Comrce Association was found boiled outside the workshop, but his clothes and the surrounding tents showed no signs of burning. This seed to match perfectly with the charred ghost hand.
Xiaoluzi had been brought by the Fulin Comrce Association from Tian Nan County.
Swipe.
Li Yuan shook out a painting. Although the man in the painting had a beard, he could tell it was Brother Xiong.
The young man squinted slightly and rolled up the painting, putting it aside, then continued to pick up the next pile of docunts.
This was a record of exchanges in the black market, naturally including live goods.
Although live goods wouldn’t reveal their full nas, they would at least describe the general origin of the live goods.
He quickly flipped through them, letting his gaze sweep over page after page, and eventually paused on a particular page.
On the page was written...
Two years ago in winter, a batch of live goods was sourced from General Qing Xiang’s mountain stronghold, picked up by the brokers of the ti.
All the details seed to match.
"Feng’Er..."
"This ghost is Feng’Er, or perhaps it isn’t Feng’Er, but is linked to the many grievances in the black market, yet primarily inherits Feng’Er’s obsession..."
Li Yuan pondered for a long ti but ultimately dismissed the idea of letting his wife test the waters.
If sothing happened to him, Shadow Blood could still erupt. If sothing happened to his wife, she would be gone for good.
...
...
A new day dawned on the streets of Silver Creek Square.
The carriage from Baihua Manor progressed slowly on the street, while Blood Saber Sect’s miscellaneous tasks servants patrolled the area.
Aside from the tasks servants, there were also passing disciples...
The carriage suddenly stopped beside a female disciple.
The female disciple’s na was Yue Spirit, who had once been an Outer Disciple along with Li Yuan, but now was an Inner Sect Disciple and had risen to eighth grade in strength.
The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a beautiful woman.
"Yue Spirit."
Yue Spirit turned and quickly saluted, "Eldest Granny Yan."
Seated inside the carriage was Yan Yu, who waved her over with a smile, "Co on board, I’ll give you a ride."
Yue Spirit was startled but still boarded the carriage.
Yan Yu exchanged a few pleasantries and then smiled, saying, "Miss Yue, my husband said the recent information isn’t enough, so he sent to see if there’s more."
Yue Spirit smiled and said, "Let Ancestor rest assured, we’ve already found a witness from the Fulin Comrce Association, and we’ll send them to the Ancestor soon.
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