The Uni-horned Ghost followed behind, couldn’t help it, and added another comnt.
"But, bro, we can tell this is a fishing operation. Shouldn’t other ghosts be able to see it too?"
"It’s who saw it! Not you!"
"Oh, right, I didn’t even notice it, so maybe other ghosts can’t tell it’s a setup either!"
The two ghosts walked onto a small path, climbing up along the way.
Not long after, they ca down the path again and continued on their way.
Soon, the rumors began to spread rapidly.
...
Wen Yan pulled Chen Qimo along, following the Grave Walker through the Nether Path, actually wishing to run into the Heart-Probing Ghost again.
But unfortunately, aside from a few mindless ghosts, they ran into nothing else, which left him a little disappointed.
Even if he caught an evil ghost to take back as a gift for Pei Tugou, that would’ve been fine.
They made it out of Old Zhao’s basent safe and sound, nothing happened at all.
Wen Yan found Chen Qimo a room. He still had plenty of empty rooms here anyway—housing wasn’t an issue, just let her stay for now.
Then, when morning ca, he called up Feng Yao, personally went out, and sorted out the school transfer.
As a specialist in the Scorching Sun Division Special Case Team, one of the perks is that your family gets taken care of.
So folks are willing to join the Scorching Sun Departnt just for the perks, after all, not everyone wants to be in the Field Agent combat division.
If you have a wife and kids at ho, they’ll find your spouse a job and sort out school for your kids—standard benefits.
Wen Yan’s allocation—he originally planned to use it for Pei Tugou’s daughter when they brought the family over, but later it turned out Pei Tugou had his own allocation, so Wen Yan’s slot wasn’t used.
His allocation still hasn’t been used to this day.
Later, when his son goes to school, he won’t need the allocation either—he’s a full-ti employee at the local crematorium, so his son can just enroll like normal.
He got everything sorted out in a day; as for the follow-up school transfer paperwork and such, those can be handled slowly—anyway, she can start school tomorrow.
Chen Qimo is already a junior in high school, about to hit the final sprint. She’s worked so hard for all these years, and Wen Yan doesn’t want to see her effort go to waste.
That night, after Wen Yan had a simple al at ho with the Grave Walker, he headed out again.
He needed to take care of the domain he had on hand.
The Grave Walker led him to the Rakshasa Ghost Market—tonight, the market was even more bustling than usual.
A few ghosts who were clearly not just ordinary types were also strolling through, eating at stalls in the ghost market.
The noodle shop’s business was, as always, booming—the boss was raking in cash with a grin.
Barely a few steps into the place, Wen Yan already caught the key phrase.
Big Intersection.
These days, that word refers specifically to the intersection under Old Zhao’s family ho.
"I’m gonna go ask..."
"Relax, let’s find sowhere to sit. Every ti we co here, it’s always a rush—I’ve never actually strolled around properly."
Wen Yan suppressed his yang energy, sat down with the Grave Walker in a tea house, and eavesdropped on the excited chatter among the ghosts here.
"I’m telling you guys, never ever take the Big Intersection. The people inside the forbidden zone have gone totally berserk."
"You’re way too careful! Have you guys ever seen soone with a drug addiction having a withdrawal? They’ll do anything, totally out of control. That guy’s got a killing addiction now!"
"Hiss..." Soone sucked in a breath of cold air.
"I was originally living fine in Central Plains County—aside from being forced to move so graves last ti, nothing else happened.
Now I have to run for my life. It’s pretty scary."
"What happened that scared you all like this?" a newcor asked.
"What happened? The people in the forbidden zone have gone so mad, they’re worse than evil ghosts.
Soone over there found a body that should’ve died ages ago. It’s full of death qi, but is sohow still alive.
Hey, don’t tell you don’t know what that ans.
It ans, it’s the best kind of vessel for possession and resurrection.
Tempting, isn’t it?
Really tempting.
But now, the folks in the forbidden zone are flaunting that vessel, parading down the Nether Path.
I hear several evil ghosts couldn’t help themselves—once they spotted the vessel, they lost control and followed after it.
Then—boom, a few more ’ornants’ for the street lamps."
"A few? You’re behind the curve, man."
"Hiss, even more now?"
"From what I heard, it’s nearly twenty already.
Last night, in Central Plains County, there was an evil ghost who figured out the forbidden zone’s plot.
By the ti he tried to run, it was too late.
The forbidden zone folks chased him down to Central Plains County—snuffed him out right on the street, soul obliterated!
He hid in a stinking gutter and still didn’t get away."
"Died a grueso death. I haven’t dared to sleep today—I’m terrified of having nightmares."
"Even that Red Clothed Evil Spirit, fierce as hell, was beaten until only half her body was left."
"And a badass ghost that controlled a domain—wiped out, clean as a whistle."
"All got fished in!"
"Eh, you’re just making that up. How could soone honking a whole domain get killed? Couldn’t even run away?"
"Why the hell would I lie? My great-uncle works in the Scorching Sun Departnt! The one who died was that big-headed dwarf ghost."
"You’re getting more and more ridiculous. There can’t be this much fishing going on. No way the Scorching Sun Departnt would stoop so low as to use regular people as bait, right?" Wen Yan couldn’t help but jump in.
"Why would I fake it? You definitely don’t know how nasty that big-head guy was—loved killing ghosts.
He hated being called ’big head’ or ’dwarf’—if he found out, he’d kill you. If he hadn’t died so thoroughly, I wouldn’t dare say a word.
As for fishing?
The Scorching Sun Departnt would never use regular people as bait, but the forbidden zone folks would do anything!
The Scorching Sun Departnt wouldn’t dare take out over two hundred evil ghosts and hang them up on the street lamps as decorations.
The forbidden zone totally would!"
The ghost just kept boasting, then glanced back as he spoke.
When he saw Wen Yan sitting in the corner, his face changed slightly, eyes flickering.
Wen Yan beckoned at him, signaling for him to co over.
Wen Yan hadn’t expected the story to sound so on-point. So of it actually seed true.
Seeing the other guy’s reaction, Wen Yan was a bit surprised. He didn’t expect there’d been witnesses last night—and judging by this fella, he seems to know quite a bit.
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