Chapter 4: Blood Corpse Goblin

The fat man initially did not understand what was happening; it was only when he stood beside Bai Wuji that he followed Bai Wuji's gaze to take a look.

"Hmm? Did I kick him down?" Chu Ling stared blankly at Bai Wuji, her adorable big eyes blinking and her eyelashes fluttering.

I not only know that someone has died in your family, but I also know that I am not the first person to be interviewed tonight

Thinking of this, Bai Wujie fixed his gaze on that jar, wondering what kind of little ghost it might be.

Moreover, looking at the heads of the pigs, cattle, and sheep that are being offered, they should have been freshly severed for no more than three hours; however, the color of the blood has already turned dark and foul.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in a black suit had already run up to Bai Wuji. Without saying a word, he grabbed Bai Wuji's hand and said: "You, you, you came for the interview, right? Brother, you passed! We passed, and tomorrow we will pay you your salary. However, you need to make some contributions to our company. Come on, you... you need to give a little blood, give some blood."

The tone suddenly changed in the latter half of the sentence

A typical little ghost only requires the collection of the bodies of infants who have died unexpectedly, to control their souls, and to seal them within the home using talismans, offering daily sacrifices of blood

Upon hearing Bai Wuji's words, the man in the black suit became completely motionless. How did he persuade him correctly? ... Who is this person ...? ... What is his profession?

The mischievous child, the situation seems quite serious... Alright, let uncle discipline you properly

Looking at the overwhelming ghostly energy in this office, Bai Wujie frowned. This little ghost is quite capable, isn't it? It seems that the fierce ghost from earlier is not just any wild ghost; it should be a spirit that has been partially consumed by this little ghost, now a ghostly puppet residing within the little ghost's range of activity. Otherwise, with such a significant presence here, ordinary wandering souls would truly not dare to come near.

The overweight man shouted incoherently, almost bringing Bai Wuji to his knees

Watching the middle-aged fat man in a black suit trembling as he pulled out a knife, Bai Wuji's eyes turned cold. Without any effort, he snatched the knife away. The fat man had not yet reacted, and when he finally did, he immediately twisted his expression and grabbed Bai Wuji by the collar, shouting: "Damn it! Give me the knife! Do you want to die, you worthless worker? Don't you just want money? I'll give you money to buy your blood, and you still won't be happy, will you? Give me the knife! Give it to me!"

Trembling all over, a sinister laugh echoed in the air, charging straight towards Bai Wuji.

"Alright, big sister, hurry up and catch your ghost." Bai Wuji loosened his collar. With Chu Ling's arrival, he no longer needed to take action. Ghosts were best left undisturbed; Bai Wuji did not want anyone to know that he had the ability to fight fierce ghosts. He simply wished to live a quiet life as an ordinary person, ideally without any contact with relatives at home, which would be perfect.

Nine Netherworlds, all souls of sin! The body follows the fragrant cloud banner! The wisdom and clarity of the blue lotus flower! Ascending to the divine, eternal peace!

In the next moment, a strange sound of cracking echoed before Bai Wuji as a jar emitted an odd noise. A black and red gas mass, separated by red paper, emerged from the jar, coalescing in mid-air and gradually taking the shape of an infant.

Hehe, with such underdeveloped intellect, yet still cursing at others, tsk tsk tsk..." Chu Ling looked at Bai Wuji with disdain

Therefore, every time such a situation arises, Bai Wujie would curse inwardly, "Damn it, a bunch of brainless fortune tellers, can't you just let me handle it? This little brat just needs a good beating, why are you making such a big fuss, is it not a waste of time?"

At this moment, a man dressed in an oversized black suit is kneeling in front of the ceramic jar, trembling with fear, repeatedly muttering: "Child, please do not be angry, someone will come soon, very soon! Someone is coming... Please, your greatness, have mercy on me, give me some time, I will fulfill your requests, I... I will comply! Comply..."

It is said that nurturing blood-replenishing corpses differs significantly from nurturing ordinary spirits

Unlike the blood corpse little ghost, it is necessary to select the body of a child who has died unexpectedly and has a lifespan of over 80 years. The body must be soaked in a blood pool of high-quality corpse nurturing soil for 49 days. After the child absorbs a pool of blood, the jar is sealed, and the process of creating a little ghost is repeated. Only then can it be considered complete

Chu Ling smiled with satisfaction as she looked at Bai Wuji, who was lying on the ground, and silently nodded: "Hmph, fortunately, this young lady arrived in time and saved this fool's life... Hmm? Already scared to the ground? Truly useless!"

"Do not kneel, you have made a grave mistake, no one can save you, but... but if you do not want to die right now, step aside." As he spoke, Bai Wuji casually closed the door behind him and pulled the fat man to his side.

Bai Wuji slapped his forehead and got up from the ground: "No, I fell by myself..."

On the stage, three incense sticks are burning, and beneath the incense ash are three large basins, each containing a bloodied pig's head, a bull's head, and a sheep's head

Bai Wuji, with a face full of displeasure, turned his head stiffly to look at Chu Ling, who was standing in place, and squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth: "You really didn't make me speak in vain, did you? Aside from being able to recite a pathetic hell incantation, your feet are the only thing that works, right? Are you trying to kick me to death?"

The overweight man in the black suit was already terrified and urinated himself at the sight of the blood that had spilled all over the small altar. He cried out, "Master, Master, what is going on? Is it because my young master is angry? If so, could you please leave?"

Bai Wuji cast a cold glance at him, turned his head, and continued to gaze at the bleeding jar in front of him. A hint of surprise flickered in his eyes as he thought to himself that it was actually a blood corpse little ghost, something not easily obtained.

The office partitions have all been removed, leaving a casual arrangement in the corner, with a pitch-black wooden throne placed in the center. On top of it sits a ceramic jar, and behind the jar is an exquisite wooden tablet.

Bai Wuji's gaze turned cold as he lifted his foot

The jar sealed with red paper on the altar is gushing blood, flowing in streams along the edge of the jar onto the table, and then dripping onto the floor.

Hehehe, a misunderstanding? I don't care whether it's a misunderstanding or not, but considering that this big brother is truly a virgin, I will let you off for now... Go away!

Upon hearing the words "there is a dead person at home" from Bai Wuji, the fat man's expression immediately turned wooden, his dry and pale lips trembled as he pointed at Bai Wuji and exclaimed, "How the hell do you know that? How the hell do you know there is a dead person in my family? Who are you? What do you do?"

The fat man quickly got up and turned around to see that the person entering through the door was none other than Bai Wuji

Then with a loud crash, it fell to the ground

Ah! I understand now! You, you must be Master Chu... No, wait, Master Chu is a woman. You, you are the master who works with Master Chu, right? You have come, you have come! Please help me, I can't take it anymore, I'm going crazy. Whether I kill someone or not is none of your business. I'll pay you, just help me with this matter, don't get involved in too much trouble, just save me first.

The entire room was instantly filled with a strong, foul odor of blood.

Upon thinking of this, Bai Wujie could only roll up his sleeves. He was unwilling to have any further entanglements with ghosts for the rest of his life, but there was no choice. If this matter did not come to an end tonight, he feared he would not be able to leave in peace either

Oh my, this this ... ... '' The fat man shrank back into the corner.

Bai Wuji observed everything with a cold gaze

As he spoke, the middle-aged man pulled out a knife

Raising a little ghost

A talisman was struck, and the blood corpse that charged forward was directly repelled back into the air above the altar

At this point, Bai Wuji has figured it out; he has been schemed against. It seems that this recruitment itself is a scam, and it turns out that someone wants to engage in something sinister

The originally soft and tender voice suddenly transformed into that of an old woman wailing, heart-wrenching and soul-stirring, leaving the fat man completely terrified and kneeling in place, unable to move

Only that baby had a hideous face, covered in blood, as if it had been skinned

Bai Wuji also looked at the fat man, then glanced at the offerings, the table, and the pitch-black ceramic jar on the table

Bai Wuji was also unfortunate; just as he was about to take action, the office door behind him was kicked open with considerable force, causing Bai Wuji to fall flat on his face.

Bai Wuji believed that his guess was not wrong; otherwise, the fierce ghost would not have called out for a master just before it turned to ashes.

Bai Wuji glanced at the fat man, then at the jar, and said: "Hehe, do I want to die? I think it's you who wants to die, daring to raise such a sinister thing. It's a miracle that it has survived until now. So tell me, how many people have died in your family?"

At that moment, the office door suddenly opened

Moreover, even those elders in the Bai family would find it somewhat challenging to deal with such a little rascal

No, no, I dare not, I dare not, it is all a misunderstanding! The fat man repeatedly kowtowed, showing his reverence.

Thinking of this, Bai Wujiren walked to the corner of the wall where the fat man was kneeling, his eyes fixed on Chu Ling, whose expression had become serious, and said: "Go for it, beautiful. After you finish, I'll take you home."

Bai Wuji's face darkened, but before he could speak, a childlike voice suddenly echoed in the air: "Zhao Fatty, you have quite the audacity! I felt it just now; my little aunt was killed by someone. Hehehe, was it you who hired someone to take me?"

The stout man in a suit was taken aback, suddenly kneeling upright, the flesh on his face quivering. He smiled, looking at the tablet and the altar before him, and hurriedly said: "Look, look! They have arrived, they have arrived!"

As he spoke, Bai Wuji's gaze swept across the ground like lightning, and a long trail of blood led directly to the door of a separate office. Bai Wuji shook his head helplessly: "I suppose it must be asking you for the blood of a hundred young boys, right? Tsk tsk tsk, the lives of one hundred people; even if you manage to do it, it guarantees your rise to prominence, but what good will it do? Such a massive case, how can you conceal it? Moreover, among these one hundred, how many are truly like me, genuine young boys?" Tsk tsk tsk, the lives of one hundred people; even if you manage to do it, it guarantees your rise to prominence, but what good will it do? Such a massive case, how can you conceal it? Moreover, among these one hundred, how many are truly like me, genuine young boys?

Blood corpses are more powerful and ferocious than ordinary spirits, and they are not something that an average person can raise. Most ignorant ordinary people, at the beginning of raising such spirits, experience favorable conditions, getting whatever they desire. However, as the spirits grow larger, their demands become increasingly difficult. Ultimately, these individuals will be worn down, and it is their relatives who die first, followed by themselves, enduring the sufferings of the world.