Chapter 100: 100

100 "Someone Who Really Likes You."

Xiang Yichu was doing better, while Xiang Qilong and Xiang Baihu had practically turned into wooden statues.

Tushan Jiu reminded them: "Why don't you go next door to look for your own corpses? Besides, thanks for your cooperation—it saved me a lot of trouble."

If they insisted on first going to fetch those corpses over there, the painting-skin ghost would become wary, making it much harder to catch.

Moreover, she had seen Xiang Yichu trying to help her just earlier.

She accepted that kindness, Tushan Jiu.

Xiang Yichu lowered his gaze, his fingers curling into a fist.

From just that move, he knew he was no match for her.

Xiang Baihu was the first to notice the young sect master's despondency.

That day he was still thinking that there are always people better than you and skies beyond the sky, never expecting this blow to come so swiftly.

He feared Xiang Yichu would lose composure and embarrass himself.

After all, their young sect master tends to redden his eye rims when excited, unable to control his physiological reaction.

As expected, before Xiang Baihu could remind him, Xiang Yichu swooped around to avoid losing his composure.

With his back to Tushan Jiu, he took two deep breaths, then turned back around, still keeping his head down.

He cupped his fists toward Tushan Jiu and said, "I'll go ahead first; just tell me the reward by phone. We, the Xiang family, will prepare and come again."

Having said that, he strode straight toward the gate.

When he reached the doorway, he paused, still not turning back, but he spoke a long sentence:

"Fellow Daoist Tushan, I admit you're strong, but if we were to fight, I'm not without a chance to win. I hope we'll have the opportunity to spar someday; from now on I'll train hard, take you as my rival, and one day I'll come challenge you!"

This time he simply pushed the door open and walked out without any pause.

Tushan Jiu: "... He left quite stylishly, but you left your two uncles behind!"

Xiang Baihu gave an embarrassed laugh, "We can just leave on our own, hehe, farewell, Fellow Daoist Tushan."

After saying that, he manually closed Xiang Qilong's jaw, then grabbed him and walked off.

Tushan Jiu stared at the doorway for a moment, then formed a seal and chanted to open the ghost gate.

With a kick she sent the painting-skin ghost tumbling down, and she didn't forget to kick its head in as well.

With a thud she shut the ghost gate, then calculated the location of the washroom to go wash her hands.

Little did she know, the two yin soldiers guarding the other side of the ghost gate were completely bewildered.

The two were chatting when they heard the commotion and turned to look.

As a result they saw a headless ghost; just as he was about to step forward to see what was happening, a head rolled up to his feet.

He stepped on it with one foot and sat down with a big thump.

Reacting instinctively, he reached out to grab the yin soldier beside him.

In the end, both of them toppled over in a heap.

The yin soldier bellowed, "Who's so lacking in public morals? Don't they know littering everywhere is highly immoral?"

The other yin soldier tugged at him uncertainly, "It seems the ghostly power on this painting-skin ghost has been drained by a credit‑knife wielder; there's a trace of ghost‑head knife aura on it."

The yin soldier who had just shouted immediately "checked his anger," saying, "Was my shout not too loud? Surely the Tushan General in the city tower can't hear it, right?"

The two looked together toward the city tower, fell silent for ten seconds, heard nothing, and instantly let out a relieved breath.

You should know that virtually every member of the Tushan family is a show‑off maniac.

They show off their daughters, their granddaughters, their great‑granddaughters.

Though one might say "no ghost, no knowledge," in the underworld more than half of the inhabitants have heard the name Tushan Jiu.

They dare not provoke her, cannot speak of her, cannot even mention her.

So the other yin soldier hastily snatched the painting-skin ghost's head from the ground and dragged its torso toward the city.

Meanwhile, after Tushan Jiu finished washing her hands, she heard the sound of an ambulance.

She didn't linger, leaving the Guo family's villa on her own.

She glanced at the time; even after all that hustle, it still hadn't reached noon.

She had plenty of time, so she planned to make a trip to the urban village.

The driver today was Wu Shu Yue; after she got in the car she told him to head to the urban village.

Wu Shu Yue agreed and started the vehicle.

Among the positions calculated that day, there was a ghost that surprised her quite a bit.

That ghost bore the surname Fang.

The car drove for about forty minutes.

Upon arrival, Tushan Jiu did not get out of the car.

She sat in the car, looking out the window at the alley beside that funeral shop.

Behind that alley lay a small door leading to an old residential compound.

She had calculated the timing.

At this time Fang Qingyi would rush home from school to brew medicine for her bedridden, long‑ill grandmother, then pass through the small door to come here to work part‑time at the funeral shop.

As expected, before long Tushan Jiu caught sight of that graceful figure.

She was wearing a camel‑colored windbreaker, her hair casually draped behind her—quite informal yet very lovely.

Tushan Jiu propped her chin on her hand, admiring her.

She thought, "This younger brother of mine is lucky despite his foolishness; his taste is genuinely good."

She opened the car door, stepped out, and called out: "Fang Qingyi!"

Hearing someone call, Fang Qingyi turned her head to look.

Seeing it was Tushan Jiu, the worry on her face faded considerably; she smiled and walked over to her, saying, "Miss Tushan."

Tushan Jiu stopped and laughed, saying, "You still have a while before work, right? I see a milk tea shop over there; I'll treat you to a cup."

Fang Qingyi was somewhat surprised; she had thought Tushan Jiu might have come here to buy something, but now it seemed she had come specifically to find her.

"Sure, I'll treat you. Last time you bought me medicine and helped me; I still haven't properly thanked you."

Fang Qingyi's soft voice made Tushan Jiu feel her ears were very comfortable.

Tushan Jiu chuckled, "Let's go."

Never mind who's treating; her goal today is to go to her home.

Arriving at the milk tea shop, they ordered two cups.

Fang Qingyi brought up the topic first, asking the question she had been curious about last time: "Miss Tushan, last time you told me you learned about me through someone—who was that person?"

Tushan Jiu beat around the bush, smiling as she said, "It's someone who really likes you."

Fang Qingyi froze for a moment, doubt showing on her face: "Someone who really likes me?"

Tushan Jiu nodded, stopped teasing her, and directly said Xie Jingting's name.

Upon hearing the three characters "Xie Jingting," a hint of shyness flashed in Fang Qingyi's eyes.

Tushan Jiu noticed, and the corners of her mouth lifted.

The third younger brother is not just one-sided love.

Although she already knew, she still felt happy for Xie Jingting.

His love, if not for the Fang family's affairs, would be met with ardent reciprocation.

The server quickly brought two cups of milk tea.

After drinking most of it, Tushan Jiu performed a "slip of the hand."

This move directly gave her clothes a chilling draft.

"Oh no, Miss Tushan, your clothes are wet; my place is just nearby. I think our builds are similar—if you don't mind, come to my house and change into one of my clothes first."

Upon hearing that, Tushan Jiu curled her lips and said, "All right, then thank you for the trouble."