Chapter 2

This fruit is very sour, I tasted it on the way, you will definitely like it

The rare treasures I encountered in my lifetime far exceed those found in an entire ghost market, and I had previously looked down upon the idea of visiting. Now, I believe it is time to take a look, to find a method that can restore life. It does not require much time; if I can return and firmly stab Mo Qing with a knife, I would be satisfied.

There was a man dressed in black, arriving through the rain. As he approached, I saw that his face was like a jade crown, so beautiful that it left me in awe.

I feel that I have no hope of revenge. On a night filled with thunder and rain, when my ghostly existence was shrouded in darkness, I was quietly watching the flashes of lightning and hearing the rumble of thunder at the grave. Suddenly, I heard a series of urgent hoofbeats approaching from afar.

The young girl had her eyes tightly shut, her face smeared with mud mixed with blood, which was soon washed away by the torrential rain, revealing her pale face

It is fortunate that as a ghost, one does not need to eat; otherwise, being unable to afford food and starving to death would be the greatest joke of my life.

What! Do you still want me to see it with my own eyes? If I were alive now, wouldn't I be driven to death by you a hundred or eighty times every day? This kid's heart is too cruel!

I am so angry that I feel like rising from the dead. Even though I am already buried, he still goes out of his way to bring these matters up, making my heart heavy! How much does he hate me! Clearly, I had saved him when he was young! What an ungrateful person this is!

You have no money in the underworld

I sighed three times along the way, drifting aimlessly for three days, and helplessly floated back to my own grassy grave.

I suddenly feel a bit lonely, and I feel that all the bad things I did while I was alive were in vain

I cling to the grass on the grave, only to resent myself for not being able to rise and bite him to death

I was still examining the shop when suddenly, a large knife was thrust across my path. Following the blade to the side, I saw that at the entrance of the shop, there were two green-faced, tusked demons guarding on either side.

I fell silent

I understood in my heart that it must be he who, after seizing the Wan Jun Sword from the Sword Tomb, brought my corpse here to bury it. After realizing this, I felt disdain; Mo Qing had used me, caused my death, and now he still has the audacity to come to my grave! And he dares to bring the Wan Jun Sword! Is he here to show off?

I am weary

With a loud "thud," blood splattered at the scene, causing me, who was sitting on the grave, to involuntarily exclaim "oh"

A sleek black steed galloped towards us, and on its back, a woman in a tattered dress was struggling desperately. From a distance, we could hear her hoarse cries: "Let me go! I do not wish to go with you!"

Indeed! Everything I wanted has been taken away by you

In my lifetime, I was indeed a notorious female demon, frequently engaging in despicable acts such as snatching candied hawthorns from children and beating up homeless people on the street. Those who despise me in the realms of immortality and demonic paths could hold hands and circle around Mount Chenji three hundred times.

It is quite poignant to think that I, who have lived a life of flamboyance and ostentation, ended up dying in such an extraordinarily ordinary manner

I never imagined that he would turn out to be such a shameless and ugly creature while I was alive

Let someone burn for you

I glared at him, angrily wanting to kick the green fruit aside: "Who wants your green fruit? I can't even eat it. When visiting the grave, you don't even burn a piece of paper. Do you understand the rules, you little brat!"

The more I think about it, the more I resent it. I feel that not seeking revenge on him would be a disservice to the growing resentment in my heart

With the mighty sword in hand, I have slowly regained my strength and have gradually reclaimed the fragmented demonic path

The affairs of the world are unpredictable, exceedingly unpredictable indeed

What! He actually took over the Wanlu Gate! I was astonished. What a kid! He not only killed me but also took over the sect I built with great effort! How ruthless! ... However ... ... Although I did indeed say something like whoever has the ability to kill me can take the position of the sect leader. ... ... But that was only because I was confident at the time that no one could kill me!

I looked at him for a long time, and suddenly felt that his features seemed somewhat familiar. ... I stroked my chin thoughtfully, and when he offered a few green fruits at my grave, I suddenly realized...

I took a glance inside; the counter was covered with a black cloth, on which hung several wooden plaques, each inscribed with different durations such as "Half an hour to return the soul," "One hour to return the soul," and "One day to return the soul." ... I calculated with my fingers; now that Mo Qing has taken over the Wan Lu Sect, and with the Wan Jun Sword in hand, he is also aiming to unify the demonic path. If I want to confront him, it would take at least three to five months. These durations of an hour or half an hour are simply not enough to play with.

When the galloping steed reached beside my grave marker, a sudden flash of red and white lightning tore through the sky, followed by a thunderous roar. The woman, in a desperate struggle, unexpectedly fell from the horse and crashed violently against my gravestone

Have you tried it yet? Do you have a problem? Before offering it to others, do you first lick it yourself?

I reflect on my life; my surname is Lu, my given name is Qiong, and my courtesy name is Zhaoyao. While I was alive, I embodied the meaning of "Zhaoyao," but now that I am dead, I resonate with the character "Qiong." ... Truly, I have fallen into a pitiful state of poverty. I never experienced the hardships of poverty during my lifetime, yet now I have stumbled upon it in death...

He stood before my grave, the fine raindrops resembling frost upon him, and in a hushed voice he said: "Knowing your fondness for sourness, I picked a few green fruits for you on the way."

The reason I did not become a vengeful spirit, after much contemplation, is likely because my death was neither particularly dramatic nor tragic enough

What! I am astonished! Is he about to ascend to the position of the Demon King! That was originally a position that was within my grasp

Twenty miles, if it were in the past, I could arrive in the blink of an eye without needing to perform any incantations or gestures. But now, in this ethereal form, I possess not even a fraction of my former strength, and I can only drift along. At night, it is somewhat better, as I can take advantage of the nocturnal energies to move a bit faster. However, during the day, especially at noon, not only can I not drift, but I would rather bury myself in the ground.

Oh dear, I really didn't hold back my strength when I bumped my head. I'm going to die, I'm going to die. I clicked my tongue in amazement, and after my moment of reflection, a sudden thought struck me: she died, died in front of my grave. Could this be fate, urging me to try the legendary technique of borrowing a corpse to return to life?

I stood behind the man, watching the girl in his arms.

I felt as if I had been struck by an arrow to the heart, and for a moment, I nearly spat out blood. I had never been to the ghost market to buy anything, nor did I know that they actually needed money to make purchases just like in the human world. I suppressed my anger and asked him: "Where do ghosts get their money?"

Who did I ask to burn for me! Over the past few years, only Mo Qing has come to pay respects! Damn it, he only offered a few green-skinned fruits picked from the roadside! Isn't this ridiculous!

He is speaking nothing but the truth, and I truly have the temper but lack the confidence to express it

I raised my eyebrow: "Why are those who open shops not allowed in?"

It turns out that after the terrifying ink marks on his face disappeared, his face is actually so beautiful

In the years that I have lingered at this grave, I occasionally encounter other wandering souls passing by. From their words, I learned that there is a ghost market located twenty miles from my grave, specifically catering to the needs of the wandering souls.

The world of ghosts is like this: no matter how powerful you were in life, after death, you are merely a mass of gas. In fact, there are different types of gas; vengeful spirits float much faster than I do, as if they are stepping on a whirlwind, swiftly passing by. Moreover, the more vengeful the ghost, the faster it floats and the greater its power. However, vengeful spirits are bound by the matters of their past lives and cannot leave their own small territory. No matter how fast they float, they can only circle around their own area aimlessly.

I love sour food, and everyone in the Wanlu Gate knows that the offerings are always unripe green fruits. He knows that I am buried in this grave, and apart from the one who buried me, no one else should know who lies beneath this unmarked tombstone

He asked me. I stood with my hands behind my back and glanced at him sideways: "The road to Chenji Mountain is ostentatious"

Having found ten thousand reasons to return to life, I finally drifted into the ghost market. The ghost market was quiet, with lonely souls and wild spirits conducting their business in a chilling atmosphere. I searched along the main road for a long time and finally spotted an imposing storefront by the roadside. A sign hung high above the door, with white characters on a black background, crookedly inscribed with the three large characters "Return Soul Shop"

All relies on this uninscribed monument

What is your name

Moving slowly, this is also the reason I have not left the grave for several years

I asked a wandering spirit for directions, set off that day, and drifted aimlessly for three days, finally arriving twenty miles away

I was seething with anger, standing in front of the monument and glaring at him, until he turned and left in the drizzling rain, his dark robe completely blending into the night. The anger in my heart remained unresolved.

I glanced at the Tooth Demon again, reflected on myself once more, and ultimately let out a sigh, resigning myself to turn and leave, allowing the Tooth Demon behind me to mock: "You have been dead for four or five years, not a penny to your name, a destitute wretch, yet you still dare to come to our soul-retrieving shop."

I hold a grudge against the person who erected the monument for me, neither allowing my title to be inscribed nor my name to be written. This not only prevents my admirers from finding me, but also ensures that my enemies cannot locate me. ... It was during that year, when my resentment towards the monument maker deepened, during the Qingming Festival, with fine rain falling like hair, that I finally waited for someone to come and pay respects at my grave ...

However, after flaunting his achievements, he did not leave; instead, he stood there for a while longer and, as if with great bitterness, said: "Unfortunately, you cannot see any of it."

I refuse to accept this; I must return to life and die once more. This time, I must die in a way that shakes the heavens and the earth!

I am gradually helping you achieve what you desire

Upon hearing my name, he showed no fear, took out a mirror, and engaged in a conversation with his reflection. He then set down the mirror and brandished a large knife, stating: "You cannot enter"

Ah! Isn't this person that clown, Mo Qing?

The man holding her from behind could only hear the sound of the horse's hooves and was unable to respond

Let us return to the matter of my death

He looked at my monument, completely oblivious to my furious expression, and continued to say, "The current Wanlu Gate, I have managed it very well for you."

This despicable thing has indeed come here to show off

I had thought that after my death, I would surely be exhumed and my body desecrated, leaving me unable to retain my remains. However, to my surprise, I floated above my grave for several years, with the grass growing to half a person's height, yet not a single enemy came to seek me out.

The woman slid down from my tombstone, rolling into the muddy ground, her beautiful light beige-colored clothes instantly covered in dirt. The man riding the large black horse urgently reined in the horse, and without waiting for the hooves to steady, he kicked off the horse and ran several steps to reach my tombstone, lifting the woman, whose face was smeared with mud: "Zhiyan!" His rough voice was both deep and pained, "Zhiyan!"