Chapter 12: There’s a Haunted Office
After Yang He finished his work, he heard noisy sounds echoing from all directions.

Several patrolling detectives had already arrived with torches in hand.

“Looking at the commotion Song Zhi caused earlier, we can only believe half of what he says. I’m afraid he’s not only eating ghosts, he’s also eating people.”

“It seems that the hungry ghost’s stomach cannot be kept in hand to exchange for spiritual vision.”

Yang He didn’t hesitate at all, and the intestines in his hand disappeared.

[Spiritual Vision: 14.6 points]

He didn’t dare to underestimate the government. If he was optimistic, he might be caught. Besides, the main world was full of hungry ghosts.

If necessary, you can find a way to get it yourself, such as the golden pine in Heishuitang.

It is estimated that Jinsong will starve to death within half a year, and the hungry ghost in his body should not be difficult to deal with.

“Let’s go. We can’t just muddle through the next time in the allusion world.”

Yang He did not use the pupil ghost to avoid any residual evil spirit. He used his spiritual vision to travel through the streets and alleys, avoiding the patrolling detectives.

When I returned home, the sun was already rising in the sky.

Yang He closed the wooden door of the room and lay down against the wall, gasping for breath.

He realized belatedly that he was seriously injured. There were multiple white wounds on his chest, and his right arm was swollen and bleeding.

The Yin energy that entered the body dissipated completely.

“Compared to the anecdote world where people die easily, the main world is really… fragile.”

Yang He simply bandaged himself and didn’t even need to pretend to be sick. He felt drowsy while lying on the bed and fell into a deep sleep in a moment.

The pupil ghost was a little moved, but did not take advantage of Yang He’s weakness to attack back.

The Yin Qi circulates through the meridians for a period of time, suppressing the injuries and preventing them from getting worse.

Yang He was half asleep when he heard Old Man Yang go out at dawn and say that he had left a few steamed buns on the stove in the kitchen.

For the next three days, he hardly left the room.

Old man Yang was busy with the business of the yamen. He went out early and came back late every day, but he never forgot his child’s meals and put them on the stove at the right time.

Yang He was delighted to see this.

Apart from forcing himself to exchange pleasantries with Old Man Yang at the beginning, he spent the rest of the time concentrating on healing his wounds and tempering his mind.

There is no other way. Since there is no way to prevent oneself from falling into the eighteen levels of hell, one can only avoid danger.

Yang He must get used to the evil spirits that roam around him.

Gradually, his expression became more and more calm. Even when he was lying flat on the bed, there was a lizard-like human-faced ghost playing tricks on the ceiling.

“Look at me!”

“Look at me!!”

After a long time, the human-faced ghost climbed out of the room in boredom.

Yang He was playing with the lotus seeds in his hands. The shriveled lotus seeds had regained some vitality and it was estimated that they would be able to replenish their number of times in another six or seven days.

[Ghost Flower: 1/3 (43%)]

“It takes about ten days to enter and exit the world of allusions, which is not too long or too short.”

Yang He secretly considered the objects needed for the third chapter of the allusion world. Compared with the unclear deaths in the first two chapters, he had to be cautious in the third chapter.

………

Before we knew it, the roosters crowed in the early morning of the fourth day.

Oh oh oh~~

Yang He put the lotus seeds in his arms and felt that his injuries were almost healed.

There was nothing unusual on the surface of the right arm, it was just a little inflexible. The rest of the wounds gradually scabbed and healed, and the three Yang Fires returned to their peak.

Although Tong Gui has not revived, his physical condition has changed.

Yang He’s recovery speed increased greatly, his demand for food decreased, and he exuded a more extraordinary temperament.

It was as if it was really as described in the spiritual vision information, and he turned into a so-called Qi Refiner.

“It’s time to go to the market and buy some living things to bring back to the world of allusions to try.”

Yang He walked out of the room, and the spring breeze blowing towards him was already filled with warmth.

He frowned slightly, noticing that the shelves in the courtyard were empty. “Strange, the old man doesn’t seem to have purchased any fresh seasonal vegetables recently.”

“Could it be related to them? I’ll ask the old man later.”

Yang He raised his head and glanced at Wenquxingjun, confirming that old man Bigan was still in good health, then turned around, locked the door and left.

The mud house was not far from the market, and soon he could hear the noise. He didn’t know if it was an illusion.

Yang He seemed to smell a lingering fishy stench, but he couldn’t see the source. Perhaps it was the fish entrails scattered around the market.

He disappeared into the street, and the thick smell of fireworks hit him in the face.

Children gathered around the meat bun stall, holding copper coins in their hands, waiting for the steamers to come out of the oven.

The waiters in the teahouse were diligently trying to attract customers by introducing new teas, while in front of the door there were jugglers performing acrobatics, which drew cheers from the onlookers.

The peddlers noticed Yang He and greeted him enthusiastically.

Yang He didn’t stop, perhaps his self a few days ago would have been interested.

but now……

His mind is full of ghosts and monsters.

Yang He had a clear purpose and purchased medicinal herbs in bulk, including three or four pounds of sweet grass alone, as well as various other wild herbs.

【Licorice grass】

[It can dispel Yin Qi after burning, and can slightly boost Yang Fire after taking. 】

All herbs work the same way, stimulating Yang energy for a short period of time.

He deliberately avoided touching the strange objects. On the one hand, ordinary medicinal herbs were enough, and on the other hand, he didn’t want others to notice anything strange.

Yang He had spent most of his money and then went to the corner of the market again.

This area is specially reserved for livestock traders.

He strolled around and found a four-year-old rooster in his hand.

He also spent a lot of money to buy dozens of poisonous insects.

“It’s a pity that there are no native dogs with pure black fur. They are said to be able to ward off evil spirits.”

Yang He stopped in front of a stall. The vendor was a woman in her early forties. She was carrying a basket of civet cats and was hawking her goods timidly.

“Old lady, are there any pure black cats?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The woman hurriedly opened the bamboo basket and found a pure black civet cat that was two or three months old and had been weaned.

“Look…”

Yang He reached out to take it, and his spiritual vision revealed the black cat’s information.

【Civet cat】

[Because of its pure black fur, raccoon cats can sense danger from ghosts. ]

Yang He smiled. The black cat seemed to be able to sense Guitong’s breath. It trembled and exposed its belly, not daring to act rashly.

“That’s it.”

“Even if I can’t bring it to the world of allusions, it’s not bad to catch mice at home.”

Yang He asked, “Old lady, how many copper coins is the civet cat worth?”

The woman asked hesitantly, “You are…you are the son of Master Yang, right?”

“Miss? No, my father Yang San is the vegetable merchant in Peibai.”

“It’s Yang San, your father always takes good care of us. This cat is worth only a few coins. Take it. It’s considered as repaying the favor.”

Yang He was surprised and felt there was something indescribable weirdness.

The pupil ghost becomes active.

The woman pointed to the end of the street and said, “Isn’t that Yang San, Yang Chaye? You two look similar. I can tell the difference at a glance.”

Yang He looked back and saw two detectives walking along the road.
One of them was Zhang Huayue, and the other was actually Old Man Yang.

Yang He felt a stabbing pain in his head. His memory of Old Man Yang as a vegetable merchant became fuzzy, and he began to think that his father was indeed a constable.

At this moment, the pupil ghost opened in the palm of his hand.

“hiss……”

The black cat was so scared that it curled up motionless, and Yang He grabbed the copper coin sword in his arms.

Even though it was wrapped in cloth, the copper coin sword still delivered a bone-chilling chill, dispelling the inexplicable false memories in his mind.

“There’s a ghost in the government office!!!”

(End of this chapter)