[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heavenly-official-bestows-evil":3,"chapter-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-92":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},2316711,4530,"Chapter 92: Human-Machine Motorcycle","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>Wu Xian’s scalp prickled, a stench of decay filling his nostrils, his heart thudding uncontrollably as he squirmed uneasily on the motorcycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d felt this way before in the Fudi, when encountering malevolent spirits that didn’t bother to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now his sense of dread was stronger than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this was also the effect of his Dao cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian immediately raised his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Chenghuang’s mission notice, malevolent spirits could indeed appear in the real world—just not as frequently as in the Fudi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t think it’s bad luck—Chenghuang records show that juan people are more likely to encounter malevolent spirits than ordinary folks; those who frequently commit wrong deeds are even more prone to transform into them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man walked up to Wu Xian and asked: “I’m Feng Chen from the Chenghuang’s Operations Team. Are you a juan person?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the third, he was sprawled on the wheel himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten more had just arrived—they came from different walks of life, but now shared one unified identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The operator replied professionally: “Mr. Wu, please remain calm. Wait in safety. A specialist will handle this soon. If your situation is secure, please calmly provide the incident location, describe the malevolent spirit, and estimate its power level.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mouths were sealed, limbs clamped to the wheels, bodies pierced through by long nails and fixed to a frame; motorcycle mirrors and other parts were nailed into their flesh with short nails, painted over with matching car paint; their bodies rose and fell faintly only with breath, the blood pooling on the ground now dark red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s something twisted into a motorcycle—I’d guess it’s a wandering spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after he’d ridden some distance did he see in the rearview mirror that the thief-turned-motorcycle had just reached the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, Wu Xian had been sharing a room with that thing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being spotted, the thief amplified his motorcycle imitation, his mouth splitting into a grotesque grin; the wheels suddenly rolled, shoving aside the mother-and-son motorcycle, lurching crookedly toward Wu Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people who got off the vehicles were equally varied: a sanitation worker, a bald headmaster, a beautiful college girl, a gang boss with dragon tattoos…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was highly mutated—flesh twisted and deformed, fleshy tumors growing on his head like mirrors, his calves resembling car exhaust pipes, a contorted face flattened against the front, eyes, mouth, and nose stretched thin, his mouth endlessly mimicking the sound of a motorcycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Chen chatted idly with Wu Xian; all Chenghuang staff were merely waiting here, taking no action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like it can’t harm anyone for now, so…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian nodded: “Yeah, terrible luck—I just came to find my motorcycle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching its clumsy form, Wu Xian suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian stared at the scene, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim light, it was impossible to tell whether they were people or motorcycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there were only two motorcycles here!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the mist cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a middle-aged woman with a sharp face and bulky frame; the other was a young man with tattoos, piercings, and dyed yellow hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a juan person too—I’ve never taken a mission. Can I go in and observe?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Fuyuan Chenghuang Office. Operator 107 serving you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, hello, I’m a newly registered juan person—my motorcycle was stolen, so I went after the thief, only to find he’d turned into a malevolent spirit, and his wife and son are nearly dead. I can’t handle this myself…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vehicles began arriving one after another—tricycles, vans, cargo trucks, SUVs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A while longer passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian drove the motorcycle out, turned it around, and shone the headlights into the garage; the light clarified the scene, making his expression freeze—he felt a chill run through his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since we don’t pay you anyway, go ahead and watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the operation began, a black-clad figure tossed two objects the size of volleyballs—resembling grenades—into the courtyard; with faint explosions, a light mist of vapor spread through the yard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chit-chit, tu-tu-tu…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian glanced back at the motorcycle-spirit still outside the garage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian had originally thought there were five motorcycles in the garage besides his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are Purification Bombs—one of the Chenghuang’s standard-issue tools.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Chenghuang Office has supply channels set up across the country—in dog meat processing plants, elementary school boys’ bathrooms… and many other places—using industrial methods to produce Purification Bombs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Chen noticed Wu Xian’s confusion and explained proactively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian picked out several features from its stretched face and confirmed it was indeed the thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight was utterly horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian had seen them in photos inside the house—they were the thief’s wife and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either unwilling to leave home or realizing it couldn’t catch Wu Xian, the motorcycle-spirit didn’t pursue—meaning Wu Xian was temporarily safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purification Bombs don’t kill malevolent spirits—they suppress them, weaken their malevolent nature, and make the environment more suitable for juan people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining three vehicles had only six wheels total—on each pair of wheels, a human lay sprawled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of them had been forcibly placed on the wheels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the final step, Wu Xian hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t bad luck,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian opened his Duedie, flipped to the talisman page, and tapped his finger on the “Thunder-Calling Incantation”—one more stroke, and he could bring the talisman from Li Hen Tian into the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d clearly explained over the phone—it was just a wandering spirit. Why did the Chenghuang Office need to mobilize so heavily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Chen counted the people: “Everyone here? Then begin the mission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Chen thought for a moment, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, two black vans arrived; black-clad figures stepped out—they were all Chenghuang staff, led by a man with albinism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After registering with the Chenghuang Office, you receive a phone number; for emergencies, you can call directly. Wu Xian dialed, and a sweet female voice answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xian immediately reversed, turned, and twisted the throttle—vroom—he shot off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juan people who had accepted Chenghuang missions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the operator all the requested information, Wu Xian bought some sunflower seeds nearby, leaned against his motorcycle, and waited for the Chenghuang team to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Wu Xian’s condition at the time would have cost him dearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Better to let the Chenghuang Office handle this than risk it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thief stole his bike today—he probably hasn’t fully transformed into a suitable form yet, which is why it didn’t attack Wu Xian inside the garage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve of them filed noisily into the thief’s courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah… forgot to set the timer, and my draft ran out. The remaining two chapters will be a bit late—not too late, I estimate around six.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1116,"2026-06-20T14:31:06.102Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","445d3d29f12a197b16641ee671d9dfd5d54e7632f81e0c039a29fbc8f7283dfe","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-93","heavenly-official-bestows-evil-chapter-91",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheavenly-official-bestows-evil-cover.jpg"]