Chapter 130: 130 Finished Fighting Ghosts, Now It's Human's Turn

130 Finished Fighting Ghosts, Now It's Human's Turn

In the hospital ward.

Tushan Jiu looked at the man sitting with his head lowered on the bed.

On his originally fair face, a palm‑sized slap mark had appeared, the size of a baby's hand.

An ordinary person struck would turn red and swollen if the force was strong.

But his was not; the slap mark was bluish‑black.

It looked on his face like a birthmark that had grown naturally from the flesh.

There was a commotion at the door, yet he didn't even turn his head to look.

He just sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Tushan Jiu spoke: "Jing Hangcheng, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the crack in the ground," Jing Hangcheng replied in a soft voice.

He turned his head to Tushan Jiu and said, "I clearly saw the ground would crack that day—why is it gone now? If a ghost crawled out of that crack, couldn't I also crawl down through it and escape from here?"

Tushan Jiu gave a dry laugh.

She lowered her eyes, the blade tip touching the ground, playing with the hilt, and said, "In the Great Xia underworld's fissure, only native ghosts can climb; it doesn't accept foreign species like you~"

'Jing Hangcheng' paused slightly, clearly not expecting her to have figured it out.

He slowly rose from the bed, facing her; one eye's black pupil slowly expanded to completely cover the white, while the other eye remained normal.

Tushan Jiu released her grip, and the Ghost‑Head Blade stood firm, showing no sign of falling.

She slipped her hands into her pockets, the lollipop in her mouth crunching impatiently, and said, "You have three seconds to leave Jing Hangcheng's body."

"Tch, just you? You're some branch of China…"

"3."

'Jing Hangcheng' had his words cut off, frowned, and said, "Forget it—no matter which branch you are, the rule that China's mystic masters cannot use techniques on ordinary people—do you dare to act on it?"

"2."

"You…"

"1."

Tushan Jiu completely lost patience and kicked the Ghost‑Head Blade with her toe.

The Ghost‑Head Blade rose into the air, its tip pointing straight at 'Jing Hangcheng'.

A flash of gold passed through her eyes, and her voice became ethereal and solemn.

"Those who disturb China's yin‑yang order, be slain!"

As the words fell, the Ghost‑Head Blade swooped down to slash at 'Jing Hangcheng'.

The little ghost possessing Jing Hangcheng's body never imagined that Tushan Jiu would actually dare to swing her blade at an ordinary person.

Such a swift attack—how could it possibly be stopped!

If she harmed an ordinary person, wouldn't she fear heavenly retribution?

Helpless, he had no choice but to quickly slip out of Jing Hangcheng's body to evade her deadly strike.

But he didn't expect that the blade, once he had left, would swiftly reverse direction and chase after him to slash again.

Tushan Jiu's lips curled slightly.

Playing with blades—she's a professional.

Accidentally hurting an ordinary person?

Heh, that doesn't exist.

What she just did was to force him out of Jing Hangcheng's body—this is far more efficient than dragging him out up close.

After all, ghosts are merely transformed humans.

Instinct is something humans have, and ghosts have it too.

The true form of the little ghost is only the size of a two‑ or three‑year‑old child.

Its body is bare, wearing nothing.

But it has eight hands and four heads.

One of the heads has black‑and‑white heterochromatic eyes.

In their country, those with heterochromia are born outsiders, naturally carrying resentment and seen as omens of misfortune.

Such children, once born, are burned alive, their souls extracted, then manipulated and trained to devour other little ghosts' souls, becoming a Little Ghost King.

The other three heads and eight hands on his body are symbols of his power and marks of his victory.

He belongs to the attack‑type little ghosts.

Many who wish to invite them back for worship judge them by their appearance.

The more heads and hands they have, the stronger their devouring ability, and thus the higher the chance of success against any target.

Tushan Jiu knew this Little Ghost King was not the one that usually watches Jing Hangcheng here.

This is the guardian‑type little ghost that stays beside Jing Zhenzhou, which had earlier warned of danger and then sent him over to reinforce.

Here, after the Little Ghost King left Jing Hangcheng's body, he went limp and slumped sideways onto the bed.

Tushan Jiu formed a hand seal, two talismans appeared in her hand—one Expelling Yin Talisman, one Defensive Talisman—and she threw them at him.

After doing that, she turned to look at the Ghost‑Head Blade blocked by the Little Ghost King's ghostly force; the blade trembled slightly, straining to break through the obstruction.

Meanwhile, the Little Ghost King wore a ferocious expression, fully resisting the blade's advance.

Both sides were locked in a stalemate.

The Little Ghost King's voice returned to its original tone when he spoke again; he spoke urgently, babbling a stream of his nation's language.

Tushan Jiu saw that he was panicking; otherwise he would still have been speaking Chinese earlier, but now even Thai slipped out.

But none of that matters.

She could understand.

It was nothing more than saying let herself spare him, he could then turn around and kill Jing Zhenzhou, and also become her little ghost to obey her commands, and so on.

Tushan Jiu smiled, her gaze turning indifferent, locking eyes with his heterochromatic eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she only said one sentence:

"The blade is proof, the word is evidence, I say—cut!"

Having spoken, she vanished from the spot.

The next second she flashed into appearance before the Little Ghost King, gripping the hilt of the Ghost Head Blade.

The blade passed, the ghost head fell.

The headless body of the Little Ghost King stood stock‑still there, motionless, as if sealed.

Just like when she previously immobilized the painting skin ghost, Tushan Jiu quickly took out a talisman paper and also stuck it on the Little Ghost King's body.

Actually the Ghost Head Blade itself carries a seal when it cuts off a ghost head.

But she added another Binding Ghost Talisman, this being her own habit.

Because it's better to prevent trouble before it happens.

She is proud of her ability, but she never becomes overconfident and careless toward the enemy.

And this scene happened to fall into the eyes of Jing Hangcheng, who had just sat up from the hospital bed.

His eyes widened, but inside was not fear, rather surprise.

"You, you actually, actually can kill ghosts!"

Tushan Jiu was not surprised that he would wake up.

This is also why she acted ahead of time, to dispel the yin energy and suppression on his body.

She also didn't want to waste time; in a moment it would be off‑work time, conveniently letting Sister Nan Qing pick someone up.

Tushan Jiu spoke concisely: "Hmm, I am a Debt Sword Person; Sister Nan Qing owed me a blade, so I came to save you; your leg should be uninjured, then let's go."

After speaking, she made a hand seal, placed a mark, and stored the Little Ghost King inside the talisman seal.

She no longer has her law enforcement certificate, so she cannot casually open the Ghost Gate; she can only wait to send him to the Nan Cheng Office to complete the procedures.

She complained to herself again, it's really inconvenient.

But thinking that she could take the exam next year, she felt a bit more relieved.

Although Jing Hangcheng didn't know what a Debt Sword Person does, upon hearing the name Li Nan Qing he became somewhat excited: "Thank you so much, may I ask a question? How did Xiao Qing know I had an accident?"

Tushan Jiu put away the talisman paper and answered his question: "Sister Nan Qing felt that the person she was talking to wasn't you, so she owed me a blade and did the calculation; this calculation revealed your family's situation, and then I came over; let's go, any questions can be discussed later when we're out."

After all, to get out of here there's still one more level to clear.

Thinking of this, she stretched her muscles and bones.

Having finished fighting the ghosts, it's now the humans' turn.