Volume One, Chapter 17: The Onslaught of the Vengeful Spirit

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Chuguang listened and felt a chill run down her spine. Ghosts harming people—this was truly terrifying. Unconsciously, she furrowed her brows, "That ghost is indeed dreadful." She needed to be more cautious about her safety lately.

Before long, someone arrived carrying energy metal. Chuguang stared at the metal silently for a moment. This special metal weighed a full hundred pounds—there was no way she could carry it all back now.

“Prepare a suitcase for me. I’ll take sixty pounds now and come back in a few days for the rest,” she instructed.

The stout man nodded, “Alright.”

When Chuguang left the teahouse, she was pulling a suitcase behind her. Upon returning to her rented room, she habitually turned on the television.

“Residents, three more victims appeared last night. Please reduce night outings and stay vigilant until the authorities capture the culprit…”

Suddenly, a thunderclap cracked through the sky. A lightning bolt shot straight into the heavens, thunder echoed everywhere, and the wind rattled the windows noisily.

Chuguang hurried to close the windows. A large raindrop splashed against her face. “A heavy storm is coming.”

Watching the downpour, Chuguang grew anxious. Tomorrow was the day she had to visit the auction house to raise money. With such heavy rain, the roads would be slippery. She worried about carrying sixty or seventy pounds and possibly falling.

But soon, her worries eased. She calculated her current funds—over two hundred million. Subtracting thirteen million, she still had one hundred eighty-seven million left. Adding her savings, that came to one hundred eighty-eight million. No matter how she looked at it, it was a staggering sum.

She no longer had to fret about the money for inspecting the Eastern Domain. Her brows relaxed, and she felt joyful.

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A heavy stone landed with a thud.

“Although I’ve never been good at keeping money, I can’t possibly spend it all at once now,” Chuguang mused.

After Chuguang left, the stout man hurried to gather funds. Before he could collect half the amount, a startling thunderclap echoed from the sky.

He jumped, “What’s going on?!”

Suddenly, a ticking sound came from outside—not rain, but the clatter of black copper coins falling. The fall of black copper coins meant one thing.

The stout man panicked, “Ghost! A ghost is here! Everyone, get ready…”

As his terrified shout echoed, the teahouse door blew open with a chilling wind, and everything around began to blur and distort.

“Old Fat!” a Taoist priest holding a peachwood sword shouted sharply, “Run! This is a vicious ghost!”

Before they could escape, a piercing, grating voice suddenly appeared in the air.

“Trying to run, huh? You stinking Taoists sent people to catch me and almost killed me. If I hadn’t been fast, you’d have caught me for sure.”

“Now, I’m going to strip you limb by limb and eat you one bite at a time…”

“Then I’ll stuff your souls into my belly so you can neither live nor die.”

The shrill voice filled everyone with terror.

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