The Soul Urn

"Alright, I'm tired, I need to rest. Where am I sleeping tonight?" I said, beckoning to the little fierce ghost.

The little fierce ghost was still happily drinking from a can of orange soda. Seeing that I wanted to sleep, she wrinkled her nose, immediately bared her fangs, and chilled me to the bone. This was like dealing with a tiger.

Dealing with ghosts was no different than driving a tiger to swallow a wolf; if not handled well, it could backfire.

However, I had always been introverted since childhood. Although I was terrified inside, I maintained a poker face. Seeing her not coming, I frowned.

The little fierce ghost saw I was unhappy and became obedient. She slowly walked towards me, still holding the soda can. The way she walked, floating about an inch off the ground, was always terrifying. Especially with her red clothes and black eyes, the bulging veins on her neck and forehead when she was angry were beyond human perception.

She obediently hugged my neck, and only then did I turn my head to look at Zhao Qian. To my surprise, Zhao Qian was already frozen in place, clutching her heart and gasping for air, unable to speak. If I hadn't been here, she probably would have run for her life long ago.

"That... room... over there... I'll go clean it up for you..." Zhao Qian said mechanically, standing up. After passing the little fierce ghost, she practically jogged into a room on the first floor.

I followed her in.

The place was decorated luxuriously, with computers and TVs as standard. There were even many books on the bookshelf. I glanced at them; they were all sorts of books, but many were related to Taoism. There were almost no books on Confucianism or Buddhism.

"Is this your study?" I asked.

"Yes, I had it specially customized upstairs. There's only one bedroom and a guest room. The guest room is for Xiao Xue, and the rest of the space became my minor Daoist temple. So, besides the main living room downstairs, there's only the study. I'm sorry to trouble you, but if you don't like it, I can sleep in the study, and you... you can sleep in my bedroom," Zhao Qian said sheepishly.

Zhao Qian's study was quite large, dozens of square meters, and even had a large bed for naps. So, it was a multi-functional bedroom, and actually much more luxurious than the guest room.

"It's fine. I'll pass on a girl's room; this place is good. Can I use this computer?" I asked unceremoniously. With a computer, I could access the latest news and various information. Information was essential.

"Yes, you can, as long as you don't delete my photos and some work information," Zhao Qian said cautiously.

"Okay, no problem. I'm not interested in that. I'll just use the search engine occasionally," I explained.

As I observed my surroundings, Zhao Qian bent down to make the bed. She had already changed into casual wear upstairs, a loose white shirt paired with a blue pleated skirt, which was striking.

Upon closer inspection, her figure was indeed quite impressive, and she had a good amount of flesh on her hips. No wonder if her brother hadn't scooped her up earlier, she almost wouldn't have escaped. Looking at her now, I felt my mouth go dry.

Although I appreciated beautiful women, I wasn't a beast. I immediately curbed my lecherous gaze. Besides, I was a little afraid of Sister Wife getting jealous. If she threw a tantrum, I wouldn't be able to sleep all night. Several times before, when I wanted to get close to other women, she had made things difficult for me, and in the end, she called me creepy and strange.

There wasn't much to tidy up in the study, just that the quilt was a bit messy. Tidying it up would be enough.

"It's done. It's getting a bit late, you should sleep first. We'll depart first thing tomorrow morning," Zhao Qian said, her movements naturally possessing the quiet elegance of a lady from a good family. She was about my age, and indeed, she could make a man's heart flutter.

"You sleep early too. Don't oversleep tomorrow," I teased her with a smile.

Zhao Qian gave me an angry glare before smiling, "Yes, okay. You too."

I watched her leave and, after locking the door, opened Grandma's leather suitcase.

There wasn't much in the suitcase. It was filled with brand-new fabrics that people had gifted Grandma. Inside, carefully wrapped, was a notebook with a cover printed in traditional characters, titled Elementary School Homework. There were also some empty urns, densely carved with curse inscriptions. Looking at them, I felt they were much more advanced than the little fierce ghost's soul urn. I couldn't help but think that these might be items Grandma had used.

The little fierce ghost stood beside me. When she saw me take out a soul urn with a small hole, she reached out with both hands, hugged the empty urn to her chest, and kept stroking it, her expression looking somewhat sad.

I felt that the ghost who had previously resided in this empty soul urn might have been a very important companion to the little fierce ghost, otherwise, she wouldn't have had such an expression.

Then, I found another cracked soul urn in another package. Although this soul urn was carved using seal script, its state of disrepair was even more astonishing; it could barely maintain its original shape.

Seeing this urn, the little fierce ghost actually started crying. I had already guessed that this box was the one Grandma took from Xiao Yi Village to settle scores, and the soul urns inside should be the real battle fierce ghosts that Grandma personally raised.

Flipping further, I found some soul urn fragments wrapped in red cloth. These fragments were shattered terribly, as if someone had dropped them on the ground, losing their shape.

I could imagine the ferocity of that battle, even the spectacular scene of Grandma commanding legions of fierce ghosts with a wave of her hand, a hundred ghosts roaming the night. I took out the little fierce ghost's simple soul urn from my pocket and compared them, my heart filled with a thousand emotions.

In terms of the exquisiteness of the soul urns, this one was not on the same level as the shattered ones. One was a minor ghost, while the other could possibly be a Ghost King.

Grandma had brought powerful fierce ghosts with her, but she was reluctant to bring the little fierce ghost, perhaps knowing that this trip would be a one-way journey.

A chilling wind inexplicably blew up behind me. I knew the Ninth Princess was also enraged.

The little fierce ghost's pale hands kept stroking the fragments, her small lips pursed, tears falling like pearls. She was already silently sobbing. It seemed that each destroyed soul urn had gone through a brutal battle, causing the ghosts within to vanish and the soul urns to shatter.

The relationship between the little fierce ghost and these fierce ghosts was probably more than just friends; perhaps they were master and disciple, or parent and child.

I extended my hands and gently embraced the little fierce ghost. "We will avenge this. We will repay them tenfold. We will send them all to hell together!"

The little fierce ghost hugged me aggrievedly and sobbed loudly. Perhaps this was the first time she and I had truly opened our hearts to each other.

After comforting the little fierce ghost, I picked up Grandma's yellowed elementary school notebook. After reading a few pages, I discovered that this book was actually Grandma's life journal, recording her past experiences page by page.

It started from when Grandma inherited the Daoist lineage and continued until the last page, which recorded her return to Xiao Yi Village.

Calculating Grandma's age, I found that her early life accounted for a large portion, with more than half before she turned thirty. I didn't read it in detail. As for the later parts, since I was involved in some of them, I read them carefully. Besides the messy handwriting, the events recorded were also very simple.

For example, the entry about the Ninth Princess at the end: "Daoist lineage, Ninth Daughter of Heaven, soul transferred to the mortal world, saved the people by sacrificing herself, clothed in the blood of thousands, both god and ghost. Pleaded countless times, married my grandson, utmost fortune."

This passage showed Grandma's happiness, but it was just a brief mention. Earlier, when she was in her twenties, there was another entry: "Daoist lineage, Ninth Daughter of Heaven, obtained her, but received no response to countless requests, understood not why, alas, sorrowful."

This indicated that the Ninth Princess was very proud. The Ghost Raising Dao had been passed down from the Daoist lineage generation, and she was not only both god and ghost, immortal and indestructible, but also seemingly very powerful. However, there were almost no records of her achievements over the generations. It seemed she was very difficult to summon. Grandma had tried to summon the Ninth Princess when she was young but failed.

It wasn't until she finally agreed to marry me as a child bride that Grandma probably couldn't figure out why.

However, the diary also recorded Grandma's expeditions after she started her career, going to places with extremely heavy Yin energy and resentment, painstakingly subduing and raising fierce ghosts. It also mentioned her acts of chivalry while wearing a ghost mask.

Thinking of the ghost mask, I opened the leather suitcase and indeed found one. This ghost mask could cover most of the face, leaving only the right side exposed. The traces indicated it had been broken in a fight. Grandma probably wore the ghost mask when she engaged in duels or went to places where she didn't want to reveal her identity. It looked sinister, like something a villain would wear. No wonder people called Grandma "Old Demon Zhou." When worn, it would be hard to tell if she was male or female.

The patterns painted on the mask were simple and clear, extremely ferocious. I estimated them to be from the pre-Qin era. There were also many irregular scratches on it, suggesting it was an antique. However, wearing it in today's era would probably get you called an idiot. It could fetch a good price at an antique market.

Thinking this, I put it back in the box. While I wouldn't sell it, I didn't plan to wear it either. Afterward, I continued to search the elementary school notebook for any clues about the little fierce ghost.

It wasn't until I saw an entry from Grandma's middle age that my finger finally stopped: "Phoenix Luring Town, a phoenix once came, hiding a lonely lotus, evoking my pity. Henceforth, my remaining years, lonely yet accompanied."

At this moment, the little fierce ghost also broke into a smile, as if this passage was about her.

Phoenix Luring Town... where exactly is Phoenix Luring Town? It's not on any map.

Considering Grandma's age at the time, I figured Phoenix Luring Town must be Death Town. Does that mean the little fierce ghost came from Death Town?

"Are you from Phoenix Luring Town? Meaning, from Death Town?" I asked.

The little fierce ghost nodded, then shook her head.

"A phoenix once came... so you're not from Phoenix Luring Town, but you died there? And Grandma found you and brought you home?" I asked. It made sense then. The little fierce ghost was indeed someone Grandma had raised decades ago, not a fierce ghost meant for combat, but one she brought home out of loneliness. Grandma must have been feeling lonely around the time she was preparing to live in seclusion at Xiao Yi Hamlet.

The little fierce ghost nodded vigorously this time, confirming my words.

This led me to speculate about the little fierce ghost's background. Of course, if I wanted to get the real information, I'd probably have to wait until I learned ghost language. The most crucial step in the Ghost Raising Dao secret techniques is the cultivation of ghost language.

After returning from Phoenix Luring Town, the diary entries became significantly fewer, and the time gaps between them grew longer. Most entries described how people, after Grandma found the abandoned Xiao Yi Hamlet, sought her out with great difficulty, and then, for their own reasons, willingly chose to live in Xiao Yi Hamlet.

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