Chapter 219: Volume 1, Chapter 219 – I See Your Hall of Impression Is Dark (7)

The father of Yu wished he could pounce on her and devour her flesh, his refined face twisted into a ferocious snarl, "Let her go."

Jiang Zhi, however, suddenly sat down on the chair, pulling out a small knife from somewhere and pressing it against her chest.

"Eh, I'm not happy, so I'm still not leaving—how about you go die?" she said, pressing the blade deeper.

Yu's father's eyes were about to burst, his eyes bloodshot, he pleaded: "No!! No no no! Don't die, please!"

Jiang Zhi gave a slight smile, "If you want to make me happy, you can—kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me."

But simply kneeling and kowtowing to apologize could not vent the boy's three years of pain and misery.

Even killing them all would not make up for it.

But Jiang Zhi was unhappy, so she wouldn't let them off so easily.

Yu's father stared at her fixedly, then grabbed the Daoist priest beside him and they both knelt down, foreheads hitting the ground.

"Is that all the strength you've got? Are you all useless?"

The sound of kowtowing was especially loud in the room.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Jiang Zhi raised her eyebrows: "Enough, you lot are useless."

She didn't have that much time to waste here.

Under the "escort" of everyone, Jiang Zhi came to the outside of the villa.

The villa was surrounded by forest on all sides, lush treetops blocking the sky and sun, and a faint moonlight sprinkled onto the green leaves.

Jiang Zhi picked a car, checked that it had no tampering, then sat in the driver's seat; this body was very slender and not easy to control.

She also requested a networked phone, confirming that no tracking software had been installed on it.

She pressed the accelerator and sped away.

Left behind, Yu's father sent people to follow.

"I'll find a way to bring him back again," the Daoist priest said with a cold laugh; he's just a kid, dealing with him shouldn't be that hard.

The high-level symbiotic talisman has a time limit; once the talisman's validity ends, he'll be able to capture the boy.

This place is over a thousand li from the city where his family lives.

Yu's father: "Good! You take people over there!"

…

Jiang Zhi in the car followed the phone's navigation forward, her brows slightly furrowed, her face tense and anxious.

She was quite aware that Yu's father and the Daoist priest would not let the boy go easily; they would surely come chasing in a car.

This place is far from Yu Beihan's home.

Even the nearest police station is several hundred kilometers away.

They chose such a desolate place where even birds don't defecate, precisely so they wouldn't be discovered and no one would find this place.

Her phone navigation led to the nearest police station.

She only hoped the fuel in the car would last until there.

The most important thing right now is that the boy could wake up at any moment; he doesn't know how to drive, so she still needs to teach him.

After driving nonstop through the whole night, she finally got onto the main road; her soul body was especially fatigued and needed rest.

Just then, her vision flickered, and Jiang Zhi's soul floated straight out of her body.

Following that, the boy woke up; upon opening his eyes he found himself in an unfamiliar car, not the basement, which took him by surprise and almost made him overturn the vehicle.

"Calm down!" Jiang Zhi reminded.

The voice came from behind; the boy didn't dare turn his head, gripping the steering wheel tightly, quickly accepted the situation, and asked: "Where is this?"

Jiang Zhi briefly explained how they had escaped, then immediately taught him how to drive.

The villain was still smart; he quickly learned to drive, and she didn't have to expend much effort.

But her soul body grew weaker and weaker.

777 appeared and said: "Host, actually if you let the villain stay a few more days in the basement, he would burn down the villa and escape on his own."

The system bug had long been fixed, but the host insisted on staying to help the villain escape before leaving.

Jiang Zhi: "That's not the same."

777 wondered: "What's not the same?"

Jiang Zhi smiled but gave no reply.

If the villain stayed another two days, his Imperial Purple Qi would transfer, his legs would be crippled, and most of his life force would be transmitted to the male lead's body.

His future life would be like going from one hell to another.

Now it's different; his future life will be much happier.

"How long do I have left before I leave?" she asked after a long while.

777 glanced at the time and said: "There's still half an hour left; you will be forcibly transferred back to your real body."

Jiang Zhi said: "I understand."

She looked at the boy concentrating on driving; outside the window, a pale silver-white morning light fell on his profile, no longer gloomy and cold as it had been in the basement.

He exuded a warmth appropriate for his age.

"Yu Beihan."

The boy heard the name and froze for a moment, not expecting her to know his name; before he could answer, a clear female voice sounded again.

"I should go now."

Upon hearing that, the boy's usually aloof and sullen face showed a hint of panic.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Zhi coldly snorted: "Little brat, why would I tell you?"

Speaking, she took out the paper figurine she had folded in the villa.

A ghost's body cannot touch physical objects, but the ability given by 777 allows her to temporarily touch physical objects.

"Follow the navigation home; no matter what happens later, never become a bad person. This is my first request."

And you promised me my second request; I'll hold you to it for now, and I'll tell you when we meet again.

Yu Beihan couldn't care about driving; he wanted to turn back to see her face, but behind him there was no one, and the female ghost vanished from sight when he turned his head.

He turned to look ahead, the corners of his eyes reddened, his pale lips pressed tightly together.

After a while, he murmured:

"Will there really be a next time we meet?"

…

Jiang Zhi, having gotten out of the car, entered the paper figurine's body; her range of movement was no longer limited by the boy, and she waited by the roadside.

Not long after, a black sedan carrying a Taoist priest drove toward this spot.

The paper figurine resembling Jiang Zhi jumped onto the car.

The anxious and tense Taoist priest didn't notice her arrival at all.

Jiang Zhi chanted a spell.

The paper figurine ignited.

Only then did the Taoist realize something was wrong; before he could shout to stop the car, thick white smoke filled the interior.

"Bang—!"

The car crashed into the roadside guardrail, and everyone inside fainted on the spot.

————

"Xiao Zhi ah, you're dead—what am I to do? How am I to face my master? Wah wah wah…"

The wailing sound woke Jiang Zhi, who had been sleeping soundly; opening her eyes, she saw a face crying hysterically, almost scaring her to death.

"Don't die! If my master knew I brought you down the mountain and you died, he'd surely flay my skin—I don't want to die, wah wah wah…"

Jiang Zhi rolled her eyes.

She ignored the boy sobbing beside her; the first thing she did was to inherit the original host's memories.

The original host was named Jiang Xiao Zhi, 21 years old.

Abandoned at the temple's gate shortly after birth, she was raised by her master, studying to exorcise ghosts and demons, and from childhood aspired to become a powerful ghost‑exorcist.

The mourning boy before her is her senior fellow disciple, who treats her like a true sibling.

Here the plot is that the original host feigned death; the senior brother, thinking she had died, was frightened into speaking without restraint.

She suddenly understood why the system had assigned her a persona of being sharp‑tongued and a salted fish.

Because the original host is exactly that kind of person.

The original host had a pair of almond‑shaped eyes that were round and dark; her appearance was cute and lovable, very likable, with strong deceitfulness, and when she opened her mouth to speak, she presented a completely different style.

And the following plot is that the senior fellow disciples go down the mountain to temper themselves, they are so poor that they jingle, and can only rely on begging to fill their stomachs.