Chapter 57: On the 57th day of quitting the circle, I was invited to their Seventh Hall to open...
Meng Zhengxiang's compromise and concession were within the expectations of Lin Yanluo and Jingyu.
After all, under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for any ghost to withstand the ultimate torture of Sang Qiqi, a non-professional. Even Lin Yanluo, who was watching the fun, quietly retracted his legs hidden behind the table. He felt that there was a big hole on his calf, which was now causing a strong stinging pain.
Sang Qiqi retired, her mission accomplished. She stood up, threw away the nearly scrapped piece of metal in her hand, and raised an eyebrow at Jing Yu: "Boss Jing, learn from this. I hope you can give the evil spirits in the Little Hell the ultimate enjoyment in the future."
Jingyu: "..."
He didn't refute Sang Qiqi, and his face was full of the words "I learned it".
Lin Yanluo looked at Sang Qiqi, then at Jingyu, and realized that he must prepare some better quality earplugs after today, or reset the sound insulation of the house.
After all, it is difficult to guarantee that the wailing sounds from the small hell will not reach the main hall and residential areas.
After teasing Jingyu, Sang Qiqi wiped her hands with a clean towel and urged Meng Zhengxiang to speak quickly. This time, Meng Zhengxiang finally obeyed without hesitation. With a voice so weak it was almost inaudible, he struggled to tell the three of them the whereabouts of Old Man Yan and Qi Hongkai's ghost.
"I placed them in Yan Jingrui's office on the third floor. There was a potted plant in the office. I put the souls of Yan Jingrui's father and Qi Hongkai into a sachet and tucked it under the potted plant."
As soon as these words were spoken, the three people, including Sang Qiqi, showed expressions of amazement.
Before this, Sang Qiqi and Lin Yanluo had also discussed the possible hiding places of Mr. Yan and Qi Hongkai. They both felt that it was more likely that they were in Huxi. After all, Meng Zhengxiang did not carry their souls with him, and Huxi was a place Meng Zhengxiang was familiar with.
But no one expected Meng Zhengxiang to be so insidious and cunning as to put the two old men in the police station.
Isn't this a blatant provocation?
Sang Qiqi clicked her tongue inwardly, thinking that she should have been more patient before taking action. She should have stuffed Meng Zhengxiang's mouth tighter, pretended not to hear his surrender, and tormented him for a while longer.
After saying hello to Lin Yanluo and Jingyu, she planned to go to the Xifeng District Police Station first to see if Meng Zhengxiang was lying.
Lin Yanluo waved his hand upon hearing this and said, "You go ahead, I'll handle the trial here."
Arriving at the Xifeng District Public Security Bureau, Sang Qiqi stood at the gate and looked up. She spotted an open window in an office on the third floor. She jumped in and slipped through. After glancing around and not noticing any potted plants, she stepped out of the office and headed next door.
Sang Qiqi's luck can be said to be both good and bad.
There was a green plant in the office she randomly picked. It was a dragon blood tree planted in a large white flowerpot. Perhaps the office members took great care of it, the long leaves of the dragon blood tree grew very lush, like green wigs.
If you want to know whether there is Mr. Yan’s soul under the tree, the simplest and most direct way is to lift the flower pot and take a look.
But there were people in the office.
She was a girl who looked to be in her early twenties. She was wearing a neat uniform and was writing and drawing on a notebook with a pen, looking extremely serious.
Sang Qiqi floated up behind her and took a quick look, noticing she was working on a meeting presentation. But strangely, as she leaned closer, the girl's previously steady breathing suddenly caught. Her fingers gripping the ballpoint pen tightened, leaving the tip of the pen resting on the paper for a long moment, motionless, leaving only a single black dot of ink. Looking closer, beneath her rolled-up sleeves, her forearm was covered in goosebumps.
Sang Qiqi hummed in a low but doubtful voice, and poked the other person's shoulder with her finger. As soon as the finger touched, she noticed that the girl's body was as stiff as if she had been frozen in an ice cellar for three days.
Doubt turned into understanding. Can I really see her?
Sang Qiqi exclaimed in amazement. She didn't expect that there was such a talented person in Xifeng District.
Since she could see him, Sang Qiqi didn't need to worry about anything. She turned around and returned to the dragon blood tree, picked up the extremely heavy flowerpot and moved it to the side. But there was something strangely empty underneath the flowerpot. Sang Qiqi raised an eyebrow. Black mist fell to the floor like sparks. After a strange sizzling sound, a half-burned talisman paper slowly fell to the ground, and with it, a black brocade bag appeared.
Meng Zhengxiang is really cunning.
Holding the brocade bag, Sang Qiqi moved the flowerpot back to its original place, blew a kiss to the girl who was looking at her quietly, wanting to see what she was doing, and ran away quickly.
girl:"……"
Her tense body suddenly relaxed, and the pen in her hand was thrown aside. She slammed herself into the chair, raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, and shouted in her heart in a state of collapse -
Who told her that the Public Security Bureau is full of positive energy and that no little devil would come here to seek death?
How come on her first day at work she met a bold female ghost who blew kisses at her!
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Sang Qiqi returned to the underworld with the brocade bag, opened it, and shook it, revealing two seemingly light figures. Old Master Yan was thin, and his slightly loose Tang suit looked baggy on him. He seemed unsteady, his bony fingers hastily trying to hold on to anything nearby. Although Qi Hongkai was still a little dazed, and hadn't even recovered from the long period of darkness and the sudden burst of light, he caught a glimpse of the old man's shaky figure from the corner of his eye and ran over to support him.
"Grandpa, Mr. Qi." Sang Qiqi took the initiative to speak.
A strange but clear voice appeared in their ears, and the two looked towards Sang Qiqi.
"Who are you--"
"My name is Sang Qiqi. I'm the owner of a funeral parlor hired by Officer Yan, and also an employee of the First Hall of the Underworld." Sang Qiqi briefly explained her identity and added, "We all know what happened to you two. Meng Zhengxiang has now been brought to justice, so I've come here to pick you up."
Upon hearing that Meng Zhengxiang had been executed, the old man and Qi Hongkai were stunned, and tears welled up in their eyes.
Especially Qi Hongkai.
The old man had been possessed by Meng Zhengxiang after falling down. His thoughts were already blurry at the time, and he was completely unaware of what Meng Zhengxiang had done. But Qi Hongkai was different. He was pulled out of his body while he was sleeping, and the pain, so intense that every nerve trembled, was something he would never forget. Afterwards, facing his stunned and bewildered gaze, Meng Zhengxiang 'kindly' told him:
"I killed you because of Yan Jingrui. If you want to hate someone, hate Yan Jingrui."
After knowing Meng Zhengxiang's plan and seeing the old man trapped in the brocade bag, Qi Hongkai was extremely worried. He was worried all day that Yan Jingrui would suffer the same fate as him at the hands of Meng Zhengxiang.
Thinking of Yan Jingrui, his wife and son, Qi Hongkai's brows were never relaxed.
Until now.
He moved his feet and took two steps forward, unable to help but ask, "Hello, Miss Sang. I want to ask, are Old Yan, my wife, and son all right now?"
Although the old man didn't say anything, the expectation in his eyes was exactly the same as Qi Hongkai's.
Sang Qiqi smiled at them and reassured them, "Don't worry, they're all fine."
"That's good, that's good!" Qi Hongkai wiped his eyes and cried with joy. The old man was more reserved. Although his eyes were a little red, he still smiled and patted Qi Hongkai's shoulder, sighing, "That's a good thing."
"Old man, your life span has come to an end. For now, you can only temporarily reside in the underworld and wait for reincarnation. However, Mr. Qi, there is still a chance of rescue." Sang Qiqi looked at Qi Hongkai and said, "Your body is well preserved, and your life span has not yet expired. Forcing your soul to return should not be a problem, but you may not live for long."
Sang Qiqi spoke for such a long time, but Qi Hongkai only heard the four words "soul returns". His thoughts seemed to stop at this moment, and he could only stammer, "You mean, you mean I still have a chance to go back? Go back to see my wife, son, and Lao Yan and the others?"
"right."
"Okay, okay, okay." The old man said "Okay" three times in a row, a smile on his old face, "Then hurry back. I guess Siya has been wronged during your absence."
Qi Hongkai thought of his wife and nodded with sobs.
"Okay, old man. I'll send someone to take you to your house in the underworld." That house was the one that Yan Jingrui had ordered from her funeral service during the old man's funeral. It was now standing shoulder to shoulder with Old Lady Li's villa.
After letting the ghost take the old man away, Sang Qiqi took Qi Hongkai to the Yan family.
The Yan family's small Western-style building still looked like a dilapidated building. Sang Qiqi didn't feel comfortable looking at it any longer and went all the way to the second floor.
In the guest bedroom.
Qi Hongkai lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his lips pale and lifeless. His wife, Li Siya, sat beside the bed, holding their son's hand. She stared at her husband in silence, her lips straining with difficulty as she whispered, "I've never heard of such a strange thing in my life, and I never thought it would happen to you. Old Qi, you have to hold on. Our son wants to go to the amusement park with you again. You said you'd take him on the roller coaster."
The teenage boy seemed to have grown up overnight. He pursed his lips and tried hard to hold back his tears.
But the voice that came out of her mouth was still filled with obvious tears and sobs: "Dad, I was wrong. I will definitely go to grandpa and grandma's house obediently next time. Can you wake up soon? I promise, I will really be obedient."
Li Siya touched her son's head and comforted him softly: "This is not your fault. There are bad people doing bad things."
"Your mother is right." A hoarse voice came from the bedside. The man, who had his eyes tightly closed, opened them as the mother and son looked at each other, his eyes filled with tenderness. "If you want to blame someone, blame the bad guys for being so mean. But you said you would go to your grandparents' house obediently next time. I heard it, and there's no chance for you to regret it."
Li Siya and her son didn't react for a moment.
He just stared blankly at Qi Hongkai.
He was still a little weak, and after speaking a long sentence, he felt like he couldn't catch his breath, but he still tried to smile and asked, "What's wrong? Are you too surprised?"
After a few seconds of silence, Li Siya's tears flowed down. She threw herself into her husband's arms, crying and shouting, "You're back, you're really back!"
The cries of joy from the second floor passed through the walls and stairs and reached the ears of the Yan couple on the first floor.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, their worries about their good friend and his wife finally gone.
"Ms. Sang, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, our two families wouldn't even have the chance to be together in the underworld." Yan Jingrui held his wife's hand, his calm and serious face showing the joy of surviving a disaster. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome. It's all my duty." Sang Qiqi changed the subject and mentioned Old Man Yan. "I've already arranged for him to live in the villa. He's done good deeds in this life, so I guess he'll be reincarnated in a few months. He might appear in your dreams before then, so keep an eye out. I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first."
"Okay, we'll all remember it." Mrs. Yan nodded vigorously.
After watching Sang Qiqi's figure disappear into thin air, Sister Yan looked towards the second floor, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time. In the end, she could only say one sentence: "It's a good thing that Xiao Kong met Miss Sang. Miss Sang is a benefactor to our two families."
Yan Jingrui put his arm around his wife's shoulders and said with a smile, "Yes, in the future, please patronize Miss Sang's business more often and try to get her to kick out all her big and small bosses as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yan burst out laughing.
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Back to the first hall of the underworld, the interrogation of Meng Zhengxiang had ended, but Meng Zhengxiang had not yet been thrown into the small hell.
Lin Yanluo knew that Sang Qiqi cared about the results of the interrogation, so he didn't say much and handed her the materials he had sorted out. "Here, take a look."
Sang Qiqi lowered her head and glanced, letting out a soft "whoosh".
After Meng Zhengxiang was shot to death, he had an adventure. Because no ghost catcher came to capture his soul, he was a wandering soul for a few days before he finally realized that he had turned into a ghost, and ghosts are supposed to go to the underworld.
The ghost he was chatting with said mysteriously, "I know a ghost messenger who works in the underworld, and he told me all this. If you do bad things in life, you'll be punished in the underworld. I heard the punishments are horrific. Gouging your eyes and having cramps are common. They won't let a ghost reincarnate unless they've tortured it half to death."
Meng Zhengxiang remained calm and asked, "So what crime have you committed that makes you afraid to go to the underworld?"
The little ghost was quite straightforward: "I stole a little when I was young. I heard the punishment was quite severe. I don't want to be reincarnated, so I think being a wandering spirit is pretty good. What about you?"
Meng Zhengxiang was also asking himself, what about him? What should he do now?
After being threatened by the little ghost, he could forget about reincarnation. When he was young, the little ghost was too scared to go to the underworld even for committing petty thefts. If he went to the underworld, he would probably die in the punishment of the small hell before he could be reincarnated.
After realizing this, Meng Zhengxiang also wanted to be a wandering soul.
But to his surprise, one night while battling ghosts, he encountered a Taoist priest in robes. The priest, looking about forty or fifty years old, had a blank expression on his face, yet exuded a powerful aura. Recalling that some Taoists trained by catching ghosts to gain experience, he ran without a second thought. As he turned, a gourd loomed over his head.
The mouth of the gourd was open, and a strong suction force came towards him, sucking him into the gourd.
Afterwards, Meng Zhengxiang and his gourd were taken to a dilapidated and abandoned Taoist temple in the mountains.
The Taoist priest, whom he had met before, sat cross-legged. After releasing him from the gourd, he stared at him for a long time before slowly speaking, "I want to raise a little ghost. Are you willing?"
Meng Zhengxiang was a bad guy, but he wasn't stupid. Upon hearing this, he asked suspiciously, "What do I need to do?"
It's impossible that you just raise a cat or dog like people do, not asking for anything in return, and then give it food and water, right?
There is no such good thing in the world.
This is indeed the case.
"The Taoist priest imprisoned Meng Zhengxiang in a room with a magic array, saying that the array held countless wandering spirits and evil spirits. The Taoist priest's task for Meng Zhengxiang was to devour those evil spirits and escape alive within seven days."
Sang Qiqi blinked, a little surprised: "What is this Taoist priest trying to do? Raising Gu?"
"Pretty much. Meng Zhengxiang said that after seven days, the surviving ghosts were taken to another place for another fight." Lin Yanluo explained, "The Taoist priest wanted to use this opportunity to train the most powerful ghost."
"Finally, they cultivated a Meng Zhengxiang?!"
Sang Qiqi's voice was full of disbelief.
Meng Zhengxiang has done many evil things and has a very bad heart. He is just a rotten guy, but his ghost skills seem to have nothing to do with the so-called "most powerful ghost".
According to Lin Yanluo, the Taoist priest had prepared so many wandering ghosts and evil spirits to implement a last-place elimination system, leaving only the first place winner. Logically, the first place winner should be very strong and at least be able to withstand a punch from her, right? He shouldn't be like Meng Zhengxiang, whose bones were shattered and turned into mud.
"Why is your voice so loud, little girl? It almost deafened me." Lin Yanluo rubbed his buzzing ears and said unhappily, "I haven't finished talking yet, don't be impatient."
"That's exactly what the Taoist thought, and Meng Zhengxiang did make it to the second round of eliminations. However, the Taoist's luck was truly bad. Meng Zhengxiang said he was tricked during a duel and died instantly. Later, a man claiming to be the Taoist's senior brother found the Taoist's body and took away all the surviving ghosts, including Meng Zhengxiang."
"This senior brother is a little different. He worships an evil spirit and has several powerful evil ghosts under his command. Therefore, he looks down on Meng Zhengxiang and his group and plans to use Meng Zhengxiang and his group as food for his evil ghost pets. But Meng Zhengxiang is quick-witted and has better luck. With his servile behavior, he made the evil ghosts happy. They kept him and treated him as their little brother."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
It turned out to be just a little Karami.
But Sang Qiqi quickly realized that this idea contradicted her memory. She raised her hand and questioned, "That's not right. What about the Taoist priest who appeared behind him when he was fighting me? According to you, he was just a demonic lackey raised by that Taoist priest. There was no way he could ask for his help."
Sang Qiqi recalled carefully, "Although the figure of the Taoist priest who appeared behind Meng Zhengxiang at that time was a little blurry, he gave people the impression of being quite young. The Taoist priest Meng Zhengxiang first encountered was in his forties or fifties. This Taoist priest's senior brother should be quite old too, right? These two can't be the same person, right?"
Of course, it is not impossible that this Taoist priest knows some techniques of changing appearance.
Lin Yanluo praised Sang Qiqi's sharpness and explained, "Meng Zhengxiang originally wanted to trick us into mistaking the two Taoist priests for the same one. He wanted to use their evil spirits and ghosts to threaten us, saying that if we didn't release them, they would come and cause trouble for us in the underworld."
When Lin Yanluo heard this, he almost laughed out loud.
He had been working in the underworld for so many years, and this was the first time he heard that a Taoist priest from the human world was going to cause trouble in their underworld.
He couldn't help it and asked Meng Zhengxiang, "Did Sang Qiqi's slap make you stupid? Your words are incoherent and you're still daydreaming?"
Meng Zhengxiang's expression stiffened slightly, but he insisted on this statement. Lin Yanluo thought he had forgotten the pain, and seeing that Sang Qiqi was not there, he felt that they could not do anything to him.
So he gave Jingyu a look.
It just so happened that Jing Yu had been itching to do something because of Sang Qiqi's wonderful teaching, and was planning to go to the small hell in the third hall to satisfy his urge to do something. However, he didn't expect that the stupid Meng Zhengxiang would walk right into his trap.
He perfectly replicated Sang Qiqi's interrogation methods.
He picked off the iron sheet from the corridor column, ground it blunt, and began to slowly dig out Meng Zhengxiang's broken bones.
Meng Zhengxiang never expected that after one killer left, a copy of him would come. He screamed in pain and immediately chose to tell the truth.
"The Taoist priest behind him is the apprentice accepted by that senior brother."
"If nothing unexpected happens, then Meng Zhengxiang is the little ghost this senior brother gave to his disciple?" Sang Qiqi speculated. "Before this, Meng Zhengxiang was trapped with those evil ghosts. It wasn't until he was given to his disciple that he had the opportunity to go out and move around."
Otherwise it would be hard to explain why he disappeared for four and a half years.
"Yes, half a year ago, that young disciple entered the secular world to practice Taoism, and Meng Zhengxiang followed him out." Lin Yanluo's gaze fell on Meng Zhengxiang. "He said that he told that disciple about his past. That disciple thought he was a murderer and encouraged him to seek revenge."
The other party said, "When you were alive, you accomplished nothing, so others looked down on you. But now you are a demon. It only takes a flick of your finger to kill someone. Don't you want them to pay the price? Don't you want them to see who is looking down on whom?"
Meng Zhengxiang, who was bewitched and moved, embarked on the road of revenge.
After listening to this, Sang Qiqi was silent for a long time. She turned her head and looked at Lin Yanluo, and asked, "Do you think the style of these Taoists looks familiar?"
Especially the act of worshipping evil spirits.
Lin Yanluo guessed her thoughts: "Do you think the Taoists involved with Meng Zhengxiang are related to Tongxuan and Yu Tai from Xujixuan?"
"The probability is about 70 to 80 percent." Sang Qiqi crossed her arms and kicked Meng Zhengxiang on the ground. "But considering his status as a kid, I don't think he'll get any useful information."
"Indeed, after being a slave for four and a half years, he only knew that the Taoist priest's name was Pingyangzi."
But...
Pingyangzi's apprentice is a good breakthrough point.
"Have you asked for the specific information of that disciple?"
"We only got your Taoist name, age, gender, and current place of residence." Lin Yanluo pointed at the interrogation record, a little worried. "But when you fought with Meng Zhengxiang, I think you must have alerted the enemy."
Sang Qiqi is not that pessimistic.
She said, "What if that bastard Taoist priest feels that I bullied his ghost and gets so angry that he rushes to Jingbei with his weapon to seek revenge on me?"
Lin Yanluo: “…”
If you are so optimistic, it is not impossible.
He glanced at Sang Qiqi and asked, "So are you going to go back to your funeral service and wait for the damn Taoist priest to show up?"
Sang Qiqi raised her finger and shook it. "On the way here, I ran into the executioner from the Seventh Palace. He said he heard from Jingyu that I'm very good at punishing little devils, so he invited me to give a lecture in their Seventh Palace."
Lin Yanluo: “?”
Sang Qiqi ignored his stunned expression, picked up Meng Zhengxiang from the ground, and said with a smile, "Lend me this thing for a while, and I'll return it to you when the time comes."
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