Hearing the commotion outside, I shook my head. This was where Jing Yun differed from Li Poxiao—he was much more eloquent. What he cared about was the interest of the masses.
He had just said he was going to lodge a complaint against me with the Grand City God, yet after I stood on his side and spoke about Zhou Xuan, he actually forgot to report me. Clearly, although he hated evil with a vengeance, he still distinguished between major and minor evils, with one taking precedence over the other.
I had never claimed to be righteous. Perhaps in Li Poxiao's eyes—or Jing Yun's—I was evil. But that would not affect my resolve to do this. If I did not act decisively and ruthlessly, the people and ghosts around me would die. After all this time, too many had already died: Lin Feiyu, Liu Fangyuan, the nun, Lei Qing, Tong Sanjin. Perhaps even Han Shanshan was dead...
Wasn't that enough? The Aristocratic Clan was closing in, Zhou Xuan was closing in, and everyone was bearing down on me. The Tang Household in the future...
The Grand City God's residence looked ordinary on the surface, about the same as Zhou Xuan's residence in Dalong County. But once we entered, its grandeur was truly beyond what an ordinary City God could compare with. Clearly, this City God had lined his pockets handsomely while in office.
The ghost king led us to the main hall, where all kinds of delicacies had already been laid out. The household ghosts were salivating. Wretched Bear could hardly wait to eat, but after I said a few words to Song Wanyi, it became unhappy and swaggered over, intending to complain to me.
It huffed and puffed, and I had no idea what it was saying. I was