Chapter 50 Damn, he wants to starve me to death!
The City God spread his palms flat, and a huge booklet appeared. As he flipped through it, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
"What a savage and unreasonable girl! Master Qin, are you sure you want to save her?"
His tone was unhappy, and he clearly had something to say about Ning Li.
"It depends on what she did."
"Hmph." The City God waved his sleeves. "After her biological father, Ning Zhihong, died, she broke into the underworld and injured the ghost soldiers and ghost messengers. Not only did she spread the word that the underworld had wrongly killed innocent people, she also maliciously released more than ten evil spirits, causing chaos in both the Yin and Yang worlds for a while."
Thinking of this, the City God felt his busyness and dizziness return. He solemnly read out the sentence from the record, "Deprive him of his life span as a warning to others."
Qin Qinsen frowned. Some people were worth saving, like Sister Nan's son and Anxi. But some people were beyond saving, like the possessed original owner, 'Special Assistant Qin', and Ning Li in front of him.
How can you be good at dealing with a fierce ghost that is imprisoned in the underworld?
There are also different types of evil spirits. Some are obsessed with revenge, seeking to perish together with the enemy or willingly accept punishment after their vengeance is avenged. These are considered rational. Others are born evil, becoming even more rampant after death, reveling in bloodshed and taking pleasure in evil deeds. These evil spirits are usually confronted by members of the Xuanmen sect or underworld messengers, who either disperse them directly or consign them to the underworld's prisons.
Deliberately releasing evil spirits from the underworld cannot be explained by being willful and capricious.
"Thank you, Mr. City God." Qin Qinsen added some gold and silver paper and promised to buy some fresh fruits and send them over before bidding farewell to the City God.
He turned to the person standing beside him and said, "Boss Huang, I won't take this order."
"Ning Li...you're crazy." Boss Huang's eyes were dull, as if he was lost in memories, and it was as if he was getting to know Ning Li all over again, his voice was low and hoarse.
Qin Qinsen couldn't bear to see Boss Huang like this, so he took the teapot from the table, took out two tea leaves that were still intact, chanted a spell over the tea leaves, and then pried open Ning Li's mouth and stuffed the tea leaves in.
"Tell me, what's the story between you, Ning Zhihong, and Huang Ke?"
Ning Li's eyes were filled with disdain, and she was clearly planning to continue the ridicule. However, her mouth defied her will and started to tell the story.
"Huang Ke is a disciple of my father, Ning Zhihong. Ever since he took him in, my father has been praising him every day when he comes home, saying how smart and talented he is, and that he will definitely become famous in the Xuanmen within five years. I'm clearly the true descendant of the Ning family, but my father refuses to teach me the ancestral skills. He only wants me to communicate more with Huang Ke and, ideally, have a son with him, so that I can have both the Ning family bloodline and Huang Ke's good talents..."
Back then, Huang Ke, without the wound across his face, was incredibly talented and full of energy, drawing a lot of attention wherever he went. This was especially true for Ning Li, who was just beginning to fall in love. Unfortunately, the day before Ning Li was about to confess her love, Huang Ke arrived at Ning's house and proposed leaving.
"You don't know what's good for you!" Past memories irritated Ning Li's nerves like fine needles. "I've always been by his side, so why did Hong Guangbai steal all his attention the moment he showed up? He's just a man, can't he give him a son?"
Huang Ke’s proposal was rejected outright, and they parted on bad terms that night.
"Father's kindness to you is nothing compared to a man's sweet talk. And you have trampled on my sincerity so casually. Huang Ke, you deserve to be childless!"
"How can you have so many old-fashioned ideas at such a young age?" Qin Qinsen said unhappily, "Go on, don't talk nonsense."
Ning Li continued uncontrollably, "Father's guess was correct. Huang Ke bought the last available train to leave. So he activated the Scorpion Lure to lure him back. But he actually teamed up with outsiders and followed the Scorpion Lure to find my father. Not only did they break my father's skills, but they also backfired and severely injured him. Someone's enemy somehow got wind of my father's injury and came seeking revenge, resulting in his death."
Hearing this, Qin Qinsen brewed a pot of tea and took out three cups, filling them one by one. Ignoring Hong Guangbai's hesitant expression, he turned to Ning Li and said, "First, corpse drivers only use scorpion luring when forcing people to submit, so let's put the so-called master-disciple relationship between Mr. Huang and your father in quotation marks. Second, there is a taboo in corpse driver business: the art cannot be passed down to daughters, because the yin energy is too strong and it is easy to breed evil. So it makes sense for your father to not let you learn the ancestral craft."
"Third." Qin Qinsen took a sip of tea and looked at Ning Li calmly. "I have a cause and effect tracing technique. Do you want to try it?"
Beep beep.
The automatic kettle beeped twice, and Qin Qinsen poured water on his own, as if he were in his own living room. Unfortunately, he didn't have a cup. Just as the water was about to scald Qin Qinsen's hand, it suddenly turned halfway and flew towards the person who was unable to move beside him.
As Ning Li stared in horror, the water wrapped around her head, the heat dissipating the moment it touched her skin. The water turned into an icicle, piercing Ning Li's delicate skin, which she was so proud of.
And she couldn't even utter a scream.
"Boss Huang, you don't mind, do you?"
Numbly taking the tea handed to him by Qin Qinsen, Boss Huang smiled bitterly and said, “Aren’t you curious?”
"Of course I'm curious." Qin Qinsen took a sip of tea. "In our line of work, we have to learn to control our curiosity. Sometimes the victim can choose not to speak. After all, I am not very talented, but I know a little about face reading."
"You." Watching Ning Li being tortured silently, Boss Huang's eyes flashed with pity, yet also with relief. "Her father, my so-called 'master', kidnapped me from home."
Using hemp rope and ether, he skillfully tied up Boss Huang, who had just finished the college entrance examination.
It was because Ning Zhihong met the Huang siblings who were paying homage to their ancestors while driving corpses. At just one glance, Ning Zhihong knew that his legacy had been passed down to someone else.
Under the dual threats of his family and Scorpion, the stubborn Boss Huang gave in.
"I learned it for about three or four years. Every day I just handled corpses, drove them around, and fought against the Ning family's enemies. I was worse than a thug." Boss Huang poured another cup of tea and glanced at the silent man beside him. "Until that time, I saw Brother Hong, who was barely alive, in the Ning family's warehouse."
"Ning Zhihong used living people to create corpses." Qin Qinsen affirmed.
This corpse is not that corpse. It is a special group of people with suitable birth dates, strong physiques, or sick and poisonous bodies that are searched by corpse drivers according to their own needs. They are killed through various sinister means and made into corpse puppets for the corpse drivers to use.
It sounds extremely lawless and it is actually illegal.
"Hmph, I was just careless." Hong Guangbai curled his lips, unwilling to admit that his youthful impetuosity had nearly cost him his life. But then he thought, if he hadn't been careless that time, wouldn't he have missed Huang Ke? His mood immediately brightened, and he took over the conversation and continued.
"Ning was a guy with a strange smell. He was guarding the gate at the funeral home. I went there to see a friend off, and we got to know each other naturally after running into each other so often. We met at a barbecue stall one time, chatted for a while, and ate skewers together. Who knows what he was messing around with in there, but when I woke up, he was lying on the ground half dead."
Hong Guangbai slammed the table in anger, "Damn it, he wants to starve me to death!"
If there was any shadow left on Hong Guangbai by that experience, it was that he would rather starve to death than eat barbecue.
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