Chapter 62: Bloodline Inheritance

Watching Dou Dou continued: "But I was flying in the sky, so he couldn't catch me..."

Her tone carried a hint of pride.

"In that case, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid he'll use a feather duster to spank my bottom," Watching Dou Dou said matter-of-factly.

"Alright, then what happened? Did you just run away?"

Shen Siyuan felt that talking to this little creature was truly exhausting.

Although she pouted her small mouth, her lively gestures while speaking were indeed very cute.

"No, I remembered what the Sweet Potato Pot said. I'm very powerful now, and I'm also a fire-breathing dragon. So I flew down from the sky and breathed fire at him. He screamed in terror and then dove behind the wall and disappeared..."

"Wait, the old man you mentioned is also a ghost like you?" Shen Siyuan finally realized.

"Yes, otherwise what?" Watching Dou Dou said matter-of-factly again.

"You said he was holding a feather duster in his hand?" Shen Siyuan asked, frowning.

Humans come naked and leave naked; they cannot bring anything with them. Even the clothes on their bodies are merely manifestations of the heart-mind.

Having a companion object after death—well, or rather, a death-companion object—is basically impossible. Moreover, in this world completely devoid of spiritual energy, such a spiritual object basically cannot exist.

"Yes."

"Then what color was the feather duster in his hand, and what exactly did it look like?"

Hearing this, Watching Dou Dou thought for a moment and said: "The feather duster in his hand had white feathers. It looked a bit beautiful. Hehe, I wonder if the old man would let me play with it..."

Hearing this, Shen Siyuan was somewhat surprised.

Based on Watching Dou Dou's description, this sounded like the Crying Staff of Bai Wuchang. Could it be that Watching Dou Dou had encountered a ghost messenger?

But that didn't make sense either. According to what Qingyun Old Dao said, the Ghost Gate has closed, the Underworld is hidden, and there is no more reincarnation. How could a ghost messenger still exist?

"Where did you meet him?" Shen Siyuan asked.

Watching Dou Dou pondered slightly, thought for a moment, and pointed in a direction.

"Over there." She pointed east.

Realizing that was wrong, she pointed north instead. "It should be over there."

Shen Siyuan:...

"Scared me to death, scared me to death..."

Liu Agong rushed back home, his soul trembling in fright; he had almost been set ablaze by that little girl's fire.

Huang Niangmu was worshipping the gods, a daily practice she performed twice a day, morning and evening.

Ah Mei naturally followed behind her, performing the same bowing motions.

As the successor of Huang Niangmu, she still had many things to learn.

Although many things seemed useless, since they were passed down, one must learn to revere them. Whether they are useful or not, learn them first.

Just as the worship was halfway done, they saw Liu Agong muttering incessantly, looking as if he had barely recovered from a shock. He hurriedly crossed the main hall and went inside, seemingly not noticing the two of them at all. He looked severely frightened.

Ah Mei felt curious and wanted to go in to see what was happening. She looked up at Huang Niangmu, who was kneeling directly in front of her.

But she saw Huang Niangmu continuing her worship, seemingly paying no attention at all, and continued worshipping.

Seeing this, Ah Mei could only hold her questions in her heart for the time being and continue worshipping together.

However, soon, as soon as one set of worship ended, Huang Niangmu suddenly stood up and ran toward the inner room.

Ah Mei was stunned; she had really thought Huang Niangmu was calm and indifferent, paying no mind to it.

But now was not the time to think about such things. She also hurriedly followed inside.

Upon entering the inner room, she saw Liu Agong still looking as if he had barely recovered from a shock. Beside him, several other old ghosts were comforting and questioning him.

The feather duster mentioned by Watching Dou Dou was now placed on a nearby table.

Each of these ghosts was one of Ah Mei's ancestors.

This was the bloodline inheritance of Ah Mei's lineage. They could communicate with their ancestors, and through these ancestors, they could display various incredible abilities.

"What happened? What exactly did you see?" Huang Niangmu entered the room and asked hurriedly.

"It was that very special little girl you mentioned," Liu Agong said, still looking shaken.

"She scared you like this?"

As she spoke these words, her gaze fell on the feather duster beside them.

With this object, all ghosts under heaven could be commanded. Yet now it had been used to scare someone like this by a little girl.

"You don't understand, you don't understand. That little girl is extremely powerful..."

As Liu Agong spoke these words, his soul seemed to tremble.

"Agong, how exactly is she powerful?" Ah Mei asked curiously.

Huang Niangmu and the several ancestors around her were equally curious.

So Liu Agong recounted what had happened today.

"You asked me to go out and inquire if anyone had seen any special ghosts. So I went around asking and arrived at Chengxi. Only then did I learn from some ghosts that a very special ghost had appeared recently, one covered in blue flames that could fly in the sky..."

"At first, I didn't believe it. In all these years, when has such a ghost ever appeared? But many ghosts said so. Some said there was only one, while others said there were two..."

"I was half-believing and half-doubting, so I thought I would go verify it. Thus, I went to the route where the other party frequently appeared to see if I could run into them..."

"I didn't expect my luck to be so good; I really did meet them. That little girl rode a gust of cold wind, whistling past my head. So I immediately chased after her..."

"Riding a cold wind?"

The other old ghosts in the room exclaimed in unison.

Although they could communicate with their descendants, they were merely ordinary ghosts. The incense they had received over these years was utterly useless.

"Yes, riding a cold wind." Liu Agong nodded, speaking very affirmatively to indicate he had not lied.

"Could it be that the little girl also received an inheritance or a fortunate opportunity?" an old ghost said hesitantly.

At his words, everyone turned to look at the "feather duster" on the table.

"But how did she scare you into this state?" another old ghost asked.

"Third Uncle, you don't know how fearsome that little ghost is."

Liu Agong went on: "I chased after that little girl, wanting to ask her about a few things. She sensed my presence, suddenly turned in midair and dove down. Before she even got close, I felt as though I were being burned, my whole body prickling with pain, my soul gripped by terror, as if some great horror were descending from the sky…"

"Then she opened her mouth and spat at me—a blast of blue flame, right in my face. That was even more terrifying. I almost got burned, and only escaped because I ran fast enough…"

At his words, the crowd once again exchanged uneasy glances.

"The other party is really that fearsome?"

"Fearsome doesn't begin to cover it—she's the bane of creatures like us." Liu Agong said.

"If that's the case, are you sure you shook her off? She can ride the yin wind, you know." an old ghost asked in a low voice.

"Didn't the last guest come wanting to inquire about the character of the son-in-law about to marry into the family? I'll go ask around…"

"Society's really developed fast. It's been ages since I went out for a stroll. I'll go take a walk, broaden my horizons…"

"Some old friends I haven't visited in ages—I'll pay a call or two…"

The old ghosts turned and left one after another. Even Liu Agong picked up the "feather duster" from the table, muttered something about being badly frightened and needing to get some air, and hurried off.

Only the grandfather and granddaughter were left standing in the room, exchanging bewildered glances, uneasy and uncertain.

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