Chapter 280: and translation of title

This scene made everyone in the office laugh.

Tushan Jiu unwrapped a lollipop, gave one to each person, sat down and began researching where to find that ghost king's head.

Because of that head, Tushan Jiu couldn't figure it out without any medium.

She asked Wang Dongqing, "Brother Wang, did you ask below? Give me the ghost king's former identity and birthdate, I'll calculate the location."

Even if only the head remained, that ghost king would surely not miss this opportunity.

Wang Dongqing had already finished communicating with the underworld; he stated the ghost king's former identity and experiences.

That ghost king is named Zhuang Yibin, a studious scholar who neglected sleep and food three hundred eighty years ago; a poor student who went to the capital to take the exams, fighting his way through all obstacles, but because his grades were outstanding he attracted attention; at the time, the Ministry of Personnel took notice of his scores, secretly manipulated them to be credited to his own worthless eldest son, then had him killed to silence him.

After his death he instantly felt the world unjust, resentful, successfully evaded the underworld officials, became a vicious ghost and slaughtered the entire household of the Ministry of Personnel; after killing them all he completely lost his humanity, and having no further target, he turned his fury toward the examiners who had participated in that exam years ago, regardless of whether they were conspirators with the Ministry of Personnel, he killed them all.

Afterward he began cultivating ghostly arts, specifically devouring the vital souls of those scholars who went to the capital for the exams, one by one; when caught, he made excuses, claiming he had done nothing wrong, saying he merely did not want those scholars to become puppets of the powerful or even another him.

Wang Dongqing put down the tablet, "That's all about how Zhuang Yibin became a vicious ghost and his method of cultivating ghostly arts; his birthdate is the third day of the sixth month in the thirty-fifth year of the Qiqing era, and he died on the third day of the ninth month in the sixty-third year of the Qiqing era."

Tushan Jiu made a calculation.

Mumu meanwhile started to complain on the side, "Knowing how to repay a grudge is commendable, but is he going a bit overboard? Afterwards he might just be creating excessive killing karma."

Xiang Yichu: "Quite normal, he's gone berserk, he's completely lost his humanity and is controlled by the killing intent."

Maomao frowned: "It seems we need to catch him quickly; otherwise, if he still has even a trace of killing intent left, that would be very dangerous."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tushan Jiu had already worked out a preliminary location.

She furrowed her brows, turned and walked out, "Let's go, near Nan Cheng No. 1 High School in the city center; he might be targeting the students there!"

Upon hearing that, several people's faces slightly changed; this is really unfortunate, he already had an obsession with scholars, and now he's near a school, where it's all students!

Wang Dongqing grabbed the car keys, picked up his magical artifact box, and ran to the parking lot first to drive.

Tushan Jiu sat in the passenger seat, Wang Dongqing drove, and the other three sat in the back.

Mumu was excited enough to be smug, because this was her first time catching a ghost after taking human form.

When she got excited, her mouth would chatter on and on.

But now we can't tape her mouth shut anymore; she's a person with idol rights.

Finally Xiang Yichu reached out and covered her mouth, gave her a shushing gesture, and said, "Be quiet! If you keep talking, no dinner tonight!"

Mumu's mouth was pinched shut, she instantly felt dissatisfied and glared at him.

But the effect was still good; Mumu indicated she was now honest, and only after she could taste the flavor did she realize how delicious Xiang Yichu's cooking was.

She recalled a sentence she had seen recently: "Not being proactive about eating means there's something wrong with your thinking," and she thought it was very true.

Near Nan Cheng No. 1 High School.

Zhuang Yibin stared in terror, darting left and right to dodge passing vehicles.

Who could come tell him what these black "giant objects" actually are, moving at such incredible speed!

Although he is now a soul, he still instinctively dodges; this is instinct.

Moreover, his body is still in the underworld, leaving only a skull; his vision is obstructed, he cannot see the full picture of things, making him furious to the extreme yet also somewhat powerless.

He silently cursed to himself: "Preposterous! Once I find a vessel, I will definitely tear it to pieces!"

Zhuang Yibin's entire skull trembled with anger.

He had been numb while suffering punishment in the eighteenth level of hell, but suddenly his vision went dark, a sharp pain shot through his neck, then he began to spin, and from time to time his face was kicked.

When the pain subsided, his view changed to a different scene.

After a moment's reaction, he realized he had returned to the world of the living.

In his astonishment, he instinctively twitched; perhaps he was on a slope, and that movement didn't stop, rolling all the way to the middle of the main road, where he was stepped on several times by passersby.

Just like now, he had finally managed to roll from the road to a place without those eerie giants, only to have someone jumping on his skull.

Zhuang Yibin felt he was on the verge of bursting, and wisps of yin energy began to rise from his skull.

The boy currently stepping on his skull felt a chill from the cold air rising under his feet, but the pedestrian crossing's red light turned green, so he paid no mind, strode away, needing to hurry home to eat and then go to school.

Zhuang Yibin turned his skull to look at the departing boy, then noticing the faint Wen Chang aura on him, his eyes shifted and he hurriedly rolled after him.

Because he is a soul, ordinary people cannot see him; otherwise a rolling skull on the main road would surely have caused a public panic long ago.

Although he has no ghostly power, he is after all a ghost king, so possession is still possible.

Thus, just as the boy had finished crossing the zebra crossing, his steps came to a halt.

He swayed his skull left and right, moved his limbs a bit, then began to look around.

His gaze fell on the cars shuttling back and forth on the road, then he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to charge forward.

But a sharp whistle rang out, startling Zhuang Yibin, and his steps stopped.

The traffic officer at the roadside had been watching him for a while, then hurried over, "Hey, student, stand still! What are you doing? Don't you know it's dangerous? Why are you rushing onto the road? Where are your parents?"

Zhuang Yibin turned his gaze toward the sound, eyes full of anger, wanting to see who dared to block him from fighting that moving box.

Upon seeing that odd outfit, he felt somewhat irritated.

The people around also pointed and gossiped about him.

Someone even reached out to pull him back.

They chattered in his ear with words he couldn't understand.

They said things like, "It's a red light now, cars on the road are going so fast, it's very dangerous."

Someone also asked about his phone, urging him to quickly call his parents to come pick him up, etc.

He had long since lost track of what year it was down there; facing these unfamiliar things, he felt like tearing apart everyone nearby.

"Shut up!" Zhuang Yibin glared fiercely around, finally locking eyes with the officer who had asked for his parents' number, and coldly said, "If you say another word, this Ghost King will devour your souls!"

The officer was stunned.

The people around also fell silent, staring at each other.