Chapter 72 Wang Yu felt wronged. She really wanted to tell Qiao Yanyu—this matter really wasn't her fault…
Wang Yu felt wronged. She really wanted to tell Qiao Yanyu that this matter was not her fault, as it was He Zhao who wanted to come.
But seeing Qiao Yanyu's attitude, Wang Yu felt that Qiao Yanyu wouldn't take her seriously even if she told her, and might even think she was lying or trying to shirk responsibility. So Wang Yu gritted her teeth and admitted it, planning to talk to He Zhao later and ask her to stand up for her.
Poor Wang Yu, he hadn't realized that those people were actually on his side.
This time, He Zhao didn't let Wang Yu get scolded by Qiao Yanyu. She stepped forward, mainly because she was genuinely frightened by Qiao Yanyu's dirty and blood-stained appearance. She immediately came over and asked her a series of questions: "Sister Qiao, are you alright? There's blood on the corner of your mouth, what happened... Are you... are you in pain?"
Qiao Yanyu also withdrew her gaze from Wang Yu, but frowned as she looked at He Zhao, urging her to leave quickly: "He Zhao, listen to me, this is not a place for you. You must leave now, or your life will be in danger."
He Zhao shook his head: "I'm not leaving. What will you do if I leave? I came here to save you!"
Qiao Yanyu didn't say anything like "What ability do you have?", but just looked at Wang Yu, as if to say—why don't you hurry up and take your people away?
Wang Yu turned her head away, pretending not to see, which almost made Qiao Yanyu choke. He Zhao beckoned Wang Yu over and asked her to help Qiao Yanyu up, making it seem as if she was ready to go herself.
This time, not to mention Qiao Yanyu, even Wang Yu was almost speechless with shock. They looked at He Zhao, and before they could say "Don't go," they heard He Zhao say, "Don't worry about me. Let me try to turn their ghosts against me."
Not only Qiao Yanyu and Wang Yu heard this, but the members of the special investigation team also heard it, and even the villains heard it. Those villains were all men, all of them appearing to be middle-aged men, and you could even see that the leader had a mouthful of yellow teeth.
Upon hearing He Zhao's words, he burst into laughter: "Did I hear that right? You want to turn our ghosts against us? How can you turn them against us?! I'm not afraid to tell you, this ghost is my daughter, my own flesh and blood. I used many methods to raise her to be what she is now. She is my most outstanding ghost. As long as we sacrifice all the eligible girls in this city to her, she will become the most outstanding ghost! From then on, I can roam the world freely, and no one will be my match!"
"Damn it, that old bastard still dreams of conquering the world." He Zhao didn't even know how to comment, but that yellow-toothed guy was a real scoundrel, ruining his own daughter like this. People say even tigers don't eat their cubs, but he's truly ruthless.
He Zhao remained silent, simply pulling something from the bag slung across his back as he moved forward. The villains and the investigation team were currently locked in a stalemate, but the arrival of He Zhao's guests had indeed brought the balance back slightly. However, He Zhao also realized that unless they dealt with the one in the middle who hadn't yet made a move, all of them would be dead in no time, and none of his guests would survive.
At that time, she and Qiao Yanyu will also be finished.
He Zhao definitely didn't want to be finished, and she didn't want Qiao Yanyu to be finished either, so... she decided to try to turn them against each other.
What she took out was a disposable lunchbox, sealed shut with a transparent plastic lid that completely sealed the rice, not a single grain showing. But to be honest, in this situation, it was clear to everyone present—or rather, to all the extraordinary individuals present—that He Zhao was an ordinary person with absolutely no abilities.
Her yang energy level is so low that she could barely even make a fireball.
Everyone was really puzzled as to what she was trying to do.
On another note, it's rather strange that she suddenly pulled out a disposable lunchbox. Surely she can't be hoping to use this bowl of unknown contents to turn those villains' trained demons against her?
Believe it or not, they actually guessed right.
He Zhao pulled out another pair of disposable chopsticks from his backpack, tore open the plastic packaging, and rudely threw the trash directly on the ground. At the same time, he opened the lid of the disposable lunchbox and stuck the chopsticks directly into the rice.
After doing all this, she moved closer and, reaching out to the ghost floating in mid-air, moved the disposable rice bowl closer to it. With this action, everyone saw that the disposable rice bowl was filled with fluffy white rice.
ah?
Are you using this to turn a ghost?
Everyone present was stunned.
Regardless of what they thought, the white rice did indeed look completely unappetizing. In the dead of winter, not a trace of heat emanated from it; anyone could tell it was a bowl of ice-cold rice. But the way He Zhao stabbed the rice directly with his chopsticks made it clear that this was food for the dead.
This is a folk custom: if you want to make offerings to deceased relatives, you place them at their graves or in front of their portraits. But in reality, it's useless; ghosts in this world can't stand incense offerings, nor can they taste food.
He Zhao's efforts were completely futile.
Of course—that's under normal circumstances, but He Zhao's dead man's food is completely different.
The food she made for the dead was a deadly temptation for ghosts. Humans couldn't smell it at all, but a constant stream of fragrant aromas would waft into the ghosts' nostrils. The moment it was taken out, the ghosts who had followed He Zhao instinctively turned their gazes to the bowl of rice.
They were diligently fighting the villains, but the stitched-up water ghost was actually an amphibious ghost, capable of continuously dripping water and even summoning trickling streams to attack the villains, while simultaneously shedding countless loose threads that transformed into fine lines to bind them. Its loose threads were similar in effect to the long hair of the ghost floating in mid-air, both causing significant disturbance to people.
Meanwhile, the Mud Demon wasn't idle either. It could transform into puddles of mud, softening and creating depressions in the ground. Even though the villains were highly skilled, they were still human and couldn't defy the laws of physics to float in the air. Landing on the ground inevitably hindered their movement due to the mud. When their movements slowed down, the Mud Demon would wield its trident, poking left and right, causing no real harm, but it was incredibly annoying.
As for the tall one, it's even more direct. Its only advantage is its size; it charges at the villain and gives them a bear hug. If someone attacks it in return, it quickly runs away. Although it's as massive as a mountain of flesh, it's agile and still moves like a ghost.
As for the other ghosts, they also used their strengths to cause trouble for the villains.
Under normal circumstances, these ghosts would definitely be dealt with by the villains, since they are professional ghost hunters and would be more than capable of handling them. However, with investigators from other special investigation teams present, the ghosts He Zhao brought are clearly helpful to them. By cooperating in the counterattack, they can also protect the ghosts from being attacked by the villains.
Suddenly, the tide turned, and the villains found themselves on the losing end.
This situation was also quite novel for the investigators. It wasn't that there weren't investigators who kept ghosts; some kept small ghosts, some kept large ghosts, and some even kept their own relatives, lovers, and friends. However, they were still relatively few in number among the investigators, and they wouldn't easily cooperate with others. So, working with ghosts, especially so many ghosts, was a first for these investigators.
Previously, they were enemies, but now their help is needed; the investigators feel that the world has changed.
They were working together perfectly fine just moments ago, but the moment He Zhao took out the rice, the ghosts all turned their heads away, seemingly attracted. Although they quickly regained their composure and continued attacking the villain, in a battle between experts, even a moment's lapse in concentration can lead to a counterattack.
This left the investigators in a state of utter dismay, wondering whose side He Zhao was truly on.
However… the fact that the ghosts were attracted proves that He Zhao's rice is indeed specifically designed to fight ghosts. The ghost floating in front, which had been covering its face and crying, also stopped crying. It slowly lowered its hands, turned its head, and looked at He Zhao.
At that moment, He Zhao felt as if all the blood in his body had stopped for a second.
This ghost... is really different from other ghosts.
Its gaze was exceptionally cold, making He Zhao feel as if she were in a frozen wasteland. Fortunately, aside from the coldness on her skin, He Zhao didn't feel much else. This was thanks to the system's key ability to shield against the influence of Yin energy.
Otherwise, He Zhao felt that his sanity would have plummeted and he would have fainted by now.
She swallowed hard, meeting the ghost's icy gaze, and raised the bowl in front of her slightly: "Would you like to try some?"
Although the villains and investigators were engaged in battle, everyone was undoubtedly slightly distracted by He Zhao and the ghost. Everyone present knew that this ghost was the key to victory; if they couldn't defeat it, the investigators would eventually be defeated by the villains. After all, human energy and stamina couldn't compare to a ghost's. Furthermore, while He Zhao brought many ghosts, they were nowhere near the level of this one.
The villains also knew that the only thing they could rely on was this ghost.
At this moment, no one could spare a hand and could only watch He Zhao and the ghost, waiting to see how things would unfold.
This ghost was different; it seemed to have a slight interest in the rice in He Zhao's hand, but only a slight one. It stopped crying, changed its movements in mid-air, and moved a little closer to He Zhao. Its head was close to the rice, and it tilted its head.
A hint of confusion appeared in its eyes, as if it was wondering what exactly He Zhao was holding.
There was no longing for delicious food, no reminiscence of the past; it seemed as if I was simply looking at a bowl of rice.
This discovery sent a chill down He Zhao's spine. She couldn't help but mentally question the system: "Is there a bug with your 'Dead Man's Food' system? Wasn't it supposed to awaken a ghost's most cherished food memories from their past life? Why does it look so confused? Is it not working for it?"
[Please do not slander the system. The methods and food provided by the system are without error. The fact that the ghost's memories were not awakened is its own fault.]
He Zhao's heart skipped a beat. The system's words clearly meant that the ghost itself had a problem; it might not even have any fond memories of food.
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