[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heavenly-official-bestows-evil":3,"chapter-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-9":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Heavenly Official Bestows Evil",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2316628,4530,"Chapter 9: The First Murder","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-9",9,"\u003Cp>Why did it feel so hot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Wang looked down and saw a copper-coin sword pinned to Wu Xian’s lower back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The copper-coin sword emitted a yellow glow, its searing heat scorching his pale flesh, but his frozen flesh had long lost sensation—until Wu Xian reminded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Wang screamed and immediately let go of Wu Xian, stumbling backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This instinctive move restored Wu Xian’s ability to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, time to worship again. Should I eat a peach first…? Nah, better save this peach for something more useful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit into a piece of intestine and found it tasted decent—cleaned thoroughly, no lingering odor—so he picked out the fattiest piece and began eating earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We found a few survivors willing to communicate. Through talking to them, I learned why this world became like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flows strangely in the Blessed Land—the day is shorter than the night!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anything that has killed a person is a weapon of murder; anything stained with feces, urine, black dog blood, or menstrual blood is an impure object.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed out the unit door and looked up—the sky was gray-white, mist drifting through the air, faintly revealing the sun hanging slightly west of center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the meal, Wen Chao and Fang Zhi also shared their discoveries from their explorations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The malevolent spirit that had cursed Wu Xian, radiating icy cold, surviving a fall from the ninth floor, died so simply beneath Wu Xian’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when Qi Zhiyong opened the lunchbox, his expression froze—the box was filled to the brim with braised intestine over rice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men were fine, but the three women wore outright disgust on their faces; if they had any other choice, they’d never eat this in their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This spirit incense was slightly thicker and longer than the previous one, perhaps proving Mr. Wang’s strength far exceeded his wife’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone laughed, especially Wu Xian, who laughed the loudest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But according to Wu Xian’s sense, no more than three hours had passed since dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ji pulled a wrapped iron barrel from behind him and opened it—inside were steaming hot lunchboxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The copper-coin sword, woven with red thread, struggled to cut tofu, yet pierced Mr. Wang’s body effortlessly, like a hot knife through lard, hissing and emitting a charred stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Wang stared in horror at his chest—two wounds glowed red, his flesh melting like snow under high heat, gradually turning into an indescribable mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gathering was organized by him, meant to exchange information and consolidate findings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t respond. Don’t look at her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately checked Lu Yuzhu’s phone—time had already reached 1 p.m., and the minute digits advanced noticeably faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bared a cruel smile, spun around, and drew the copper-coin sword, stabbing it twice into Mr. Wang’s panicked chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Zhiyong’s expression darkened slightly—all today’s gains were his, his weapons distributed based on value, while Shi Ji’s food was for everyone—this contrast made him seem stingy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the unit door finally opened and he turned back, the disgusting mess had evaporated, leaving only a white spirit incense on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit entities are like adults holding guns; the Juanren  are children holding guns—different in power, but both bullets are equally lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian didn’t waste time—he pressed the copper-coin sword, now reduced to eight blade segments, against the lock, using its residual heat to melt the frozen ice clogging the keyhole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Chao asked curiously: “Are you sure these things work against malevolent spirits?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this environment, someone who can cook—and is willing to cook—is far more valuable than imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ji quickly waved his hands: “No, no, no—my food is for everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for ritual tools… hah, you’ll see when you encounter them. My items may not work against spirits, but even if they only delay them a moment, it might save a life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But weapons from outside cannot be brought into the Blessed Land; we must rely on what we find here for defense. Normally, to affect spirits, ritual tools are best, followed by weapons of murder, then impure objects—if none of these are available, iron tools are barely usable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Chao was about to speak, but Qi Zhiyong knew what he was going to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, everyone searching for supplies had found some food, but nothing compared to steaming hot meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian turned to go upstairs, but caught sight of the doorway out of the corner of his eye—and his expression changed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, wait, let’s discuss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he watched Shi Ji cheerfully handing out food, he had no reason to blame him—so he resented Fang Zhi and Wu Xian, who laughed the loudest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit was down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian smiled—this thing suited Shi Ji perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread open the woven bag, showed it briefly, then quickly closed it: “These are the weapons I collected today. They’re hard to come by, so whether to distribute them depends on how much value each of you contributes to the group.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We tried leaving the inn first. After walking a short distance, we hit an invisible barrier. After testing from all directions, I confirmed our range is limited to the four residential areas surrounding Ping’an Inn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Zhiyong helplessly spread his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with current conditions, even if no one wanted to eat intestine, it was the only option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meant it was already afternoon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Ji said apologetically: “All the markets here are closed. Fresh ingredients are rare. I barely found a fridge full of frozen pork intestines…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, please demonstrate your value.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It all began with a murder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already been weakened by acting in daylight, then fell from a high floor and was exposed to sunlight—another layer stripped away—leaving him vulnerable enough for Wu Xian to kill him with two stabs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Zhi’s door was marked, and Wu Xian was targeted by the spirit—both of them won’t live long. For now, enjoy the steaming hot dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Zhiyong tossed Shi Ji a steel pipe: “This is the mop handle from the inn. I noticed this place always washed mops in the urinal. After years of use, this handle counts as an impure object.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m also timid and gathered no useful intel. But after everyone’s hard work, you must be hungry. I only found these ingredients and managed to cook everyone a dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Zhiyong sat in the seat of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew priorities—he paused, then continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to police investigation, he gouged out his own eyes. The blood writing on the wall was his final message, written with his fingers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The case occurred in Huade Mingmen, a residential area to the north. A single man was found dead at home, both eyes gouged out, a line of blood writing on the wall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, spirit entities and humans wielding ritual tools or talismans are equals—the victor is simply the one whose technique lands first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Wen Chao, the barrier was wondrous, holding immense research value—studying it might yield groundbreaking scientific breakthroughs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere grew strangely tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even so, the spirit’s swift death still surprised Wu Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s time to go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no reason to seek revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Zhi sneered: “Do you need to contribute to the group just to eat this meal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first floor of Ping’an Inn had no guest rooms—only a spacious hall with nine chairs. The nine people who had left in the morning to gather intel and supplies sat together, none missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Within three days after this case, seven more people were killed—all with their eyes gouged out and bleeding to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And residents of the four surrounding residential areas all heard faint clapping sounds at midnight…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1279,"2026-06-20T14:31:06.102Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","37e1b64f22be0195018cef110ad37ad9f709e2de1db724d4fc9518b1e4421d1c","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-10","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-8",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheavenly-official-bestows-evil-cover.jpg"]