Chapter 694: Extra Chapter 2: Hunting Time

My appearance scared many people.

I clearly just stuffed the letter in my hand into the green mailbox, but someone from the Dang Pu rushed out, holding an axe, and smashed hard at that mailbox.

The mailbox was knocked askew, I lunged forward to grab the letter, and that person actually pulled out a yellow talisman from his bosom and slapped it on my forehead.

The yellow talisman ignited without fire, instantly turning to ash.

The yellow talisman failed to bind me, instead weakening the Yin evil qi of the coffin nail between my brows; my consciousness gradually gathered, and my hatred surged heavenward!

The student uniform on my body turned into blood-stained clothes once again.

I raised a hand to knock away his axe aimed at me, lifted him up, and threw him onto the steps.

The man's terrified scream startled many people.

Several more people rushed out of the Dang Pu, and I knocked them down one by one.

I suddenly felt that being dead wasn't so bad—at least I could strike back against those who had once bullied me at will!

My memory is chaotic, but I still remember who killed me.

The Madam, and that Yellow Weasel from the Huang household.

I turned and rushed toward the Marshal's Mansion.

The rain poured down violently.

Along the way, many townsfolk curiously came out to look, but were all frightened into yelling and running back home.

Only after they realized my target seemed to be the Marshal's Mansion did they sneakily follow from afar, wanting to see what was happening.

On this stormy night, it was already pitch black at this hour; the Marshal's Mansion gate was tightly shut, and the red lantern under the eaves swayed back and forth in the wind and rain.

I raised my hand and pounded on the door.

Perhaps because I had just feigned death, I hadn't fully adapted to my identity, still retaining a bit of human courtesy—I didn't kick the door.

But no matter how I pounded, the door wouldn't open.

Someone inside began putting up talisman paper again, but those low-grade talismans could not suppress my surging resentment; when the talismans burned out, the coffin nail's hold on me weakened considerably.

I stepped back two steps, leapt into a flying kick, and the imposing red-lacquered nail-studded gate was struck half-open, simultaneously sending several servants flying.

I strode into the Marshal's Mansion.

The servants and guards of the Marshal's Mansion swarmed up, and I knocked them down one by one.

At that moment I had no presence of mind to analyze why the guards of the Marshal's Mansion were not as strong as before.

Was it because Zhao Zixun wasn't there?

Or were the powerful troops under Marshal Chen's command also gone?

At that time I had only one goal: I wanted the Madam to confess her guilt.

The Madam was in her own residence.

The whole residence was still filled with the scent of incense.

When I was alive, I could only smell the incense, but as a ghost I smelled something else—blood, corpse qi, and resentment……

The Madam, frightened by me, retreated straight into the room, holding a Buddha statue in her arms, with Buddhist beads around her neck, and her maid kept splashing black dog blood onto me.

But all this seemed useless against me, instead acting on the coffin nail, greatly weakening its mana.

I grew stronger and stronger.

I knocked the maid unconscious, smashed the Buddha statue, tore off the beads, grabbed the Madam's neck with one hand, pressed her against the wall, and lifted her up forcefully.

The Madam, like a drowning person, had her old face turned purple from strain, her hands and feet constantly struggling, seeming about to give out.

She desperately squeezed out a sound to beg for mercy and repent.

My throat emitted a gurgling sound; speaking was difficult, and after a while I managed to squeeze out a few words: "Second Young Lady……"

I slightly lowered her so that her toes could touch the ground.

The Madam finally managed to catch a breath, urgently saying: "The Second Young Lady was killed by bandits."

"Doll!"

"Doll……the doll was requested by the Marshal from the Yellow Immortal, stuffed with the Second Young Lady's hair and nails, with talismans drawn on the front, her birth date and time written on the back, seven silver needles pierced into seven major acupoints, sealing her soul."

Indeed, the Second Young Lady's soul was also trapped.

She became the first maiden sacrifice of Wufu Town.

"Zhao Zixun!"

"Zhao Zixun……Zhao Zixun……"

The Madam's face was full of terror as she muttered twice; before she could speak, a gunshot rang out suddenly, a bullet blowing her head apart.

I turned my head and saw Marshal Chen holding a gun, its muzzle still smoking.

From his face I saw a strong aura of death.

He won't live much longer either.

Before I could act, a string of chanting suddenly drilled into my mind; I only felt a stream of Yin Cold Qi continuously emanating from the coffin nail, and my consciousness sank again.

I knew it was that Yellow Weasel performing magic to seize me.

He should be near the Marshal's Mansion.

For now I lack the ability to oppose him.

As my consciousness faded, I could only rely on my obsession to drive myself.

The Madam is dead; my other obsession is the Dou family!

What I heard before death was that the Dou family had already been subdued by that Yellow Weasel.

I turned and rushed out of the Marshal's Mansion, all the way heading toward the Dou family.

When I arrived at the Dou family's coffin shop, only one word remained in my mind……letter.

I pounded hard on the door of the coffin shop, shouting loudly: "Letter! Return my letter!"

I could feel the fear of the people inside the coffin shop.

But this state didn't last long; my consciousness was completely submerged, returning to darkness.

I was once again sealed back into the red coffin underwater.

Again, I don't know how many years have passed.

During a heavy rainstorm, by a fortunate coincidence, I woke up again.

I climbed ashore from the river and went to send a letter again.

But when I ran to the pawn shop's door, I found that the green mailbox was already gone.

I flew into a rage again.

This time, the townsfolk had learned their lesson, knowing my danger, they kept their doors and windows shut, daring not to come out.

I rushed straight to the Dou family's coffin shop, pounding on the door and demanding a letter.

Perhaps that yellow weasel placed another curse seal on me, making my memory much hazier than after my previous awakening.

Being able to remember the Dou family's coffin shop is no easy feat.

The Dou family members were scared into chaos by me.

But not long after, the yellow weasel's chanting of its spell rang out again.

Another sealing.

And so it repeats, endlessly.

Time and again I climb up from the river, and each time I do, Wufu Town must see blood.

The green mailbox returned, and my obsession was ultimately frozen onto the letter.

As long as I calmly slip the letter into the mailbox, the rain stops too, and I will return to the red coffin at the river's bottom.

Until this year, when the pawn shop reopened and had its ninth female proprietor.

I was severely wounded by a combined attack, and did not immediately return to the red coffin.

These memories kept flooding my mind, and I remembered them—I finally remembered.

But I know that the time left for me is not much.

If I am sealed away again this time, when I will be able to emerge is unknown.

I no longer have the ability to figure out everything about Zhao Zixun.

In the darkness, I stared at the bright Soul-guiding Lamp beneath the west side of the pawn shop's eaves for a long, long time.

Perhaps, deep down, I am still a ghost.

I sensed the power emanating from the Soul-guiding Lamp.

Perhaps, in all of Wufu Town, only the female proprietor named Xiao Jiu could help me……