Chapter 53

Listen to me, do you know if your city god has a back door? I was about to grab his collar and ask, but Ling Tong is tall and dressed in a tattered sack, which made me feel embarrassed for him.

Sir Xia, do you think the city god’s temple has a back door? We still have to go through the main gate to return to the living. Ling Tong bent his body; he was a proper official, but this posture was quite difficult for him.

What do you mean "we"? I can’t be on the same path as you, you dog! I kicked him in the buttocks without thinking. Just now, he almost made my soul smoke, when did I become one of you?

I turned to Song Wanyi and asked, "So we can only fight our way through?"

Song Wanyi nodded calmly, and Xijun, who was hanging around my neck, said, "Okay," as she stared at the blue-armored general guarding the door, showing her little fangs.

Xijun wants to eat that! Xijun, hanging behind me, pointed at the general and shouted cutely.

My ears tingled; it seemed Xijun was eager to try. The ghost officer had already killed one, and I was considered a heinous criminal. Now, if I ate all the dozens of ghost officers guiding me, what would that make me? I didn’t know.

Ling Tong stared with his bull eyes, cautiously watching Xijun, as if afraid she was just joking: "Who is this blue-armored general? He’s the Lock General! Even though the city god is small, he has all the organs and twenty-four departments. The six generals of the city god are fully staffed! You need connections to get in!"

Big ghosts, small ghosts, Lock Lord, Golden Shackles, Silver Locks, the one guarding the door is the Silver Lock General, Chen Daheng! A towering hero! You’re just a little girl, and you want to eat him? Dream on!

Ling Tong got angrier the more he thought about it, his tiger eyes glaring at Xijun more fiercely. But when Xijun slowly turned her head from my shoulder, revealing her blood-red mouth, the guide officer was immediately scared back to reality, showing a fawning expression.

You’d better not have any bad intentions, or else... I knew what he was thinking without turning my head, and I mocked him in his previous tone.

Brother, Xijun wants to eat her, she just glared at Xijun! Xijun said unhappily, turning her head back to her obedient girl appearance.

This dog is still useful; we need him to guide us. If I’m not happy later, we’ll eat him first. I warned Ling Tong with a gloomy face.

Sir Xia, I’ll definitely guide you well! If I lead you wrong or take a detour, you can eat me immediately! Ling Tong’s face turned blue and green, almost choking.

Can I eat you? I was about to say more to Xijun, but then I thought, this is a kind of special ability. Eating ghosts so efficiently and growing stronger quickly, how powerful will she be in the future?

Wanyi, how confident are you about getting out of the city god’s temple? We can’t go in and not be able to come out, right? I whispered to Song Wanyi.

Song Wanyi leaned in, her crimson lips almost touching my old face, and said in a sweet voice, "Master, if Lady was here, she could destroy the entire city god’s temple with a wave of her hand."

But she’s not here! I found her words quite sticky. Song Wanyi, this little girl, wouldn’t be thinking of seducing the master while Lady is away, would she? I had to warn her, so I put on a displeased face: "Speak up, no nonsense."

Oh. Song Wanyi covered her mouth and giggled, then said, "I’m at least a mountain spirit, managing a territory of several dozen miles. Although I don’t have as many subordinates as the city god, in terms of strength, I definitely won’t lose to any big or small ghosts."

But you’re not a mountain spirit, just a mountain ghost. Xijun pouted, as if saying, "So what, I can tear ghosts apart with my hands!"

Song Wanyi’s face turned awkward, and she took a sip. This little girl, relying on her favor, was really getting out of hand!

Big ghosts, small ghosts? What are they? I didn’t follow Xijun’s words, as the two of them didn’t get along. I looked at Song Wanyi, then turned to Ling Tong, who was bent over.

Big ghosts, small ghosts are the Lock Lord, Golden Shackles, Silver Locks, the six generals of the city god. Ling Tong stared at Song Wanyi, puzzled. "A mountain spirit? Are you kidding me? A mountain spirit can be a ghost general? You’re joking!"

Alright, let’s go in and ask. If it doesn’t work, we’ll fight. I thought about it and realized the longer we stood here, the more likely my body would deteriorate, and I might not be able to return to the living.

Moreover, for a city god, it’s like a county in the living world. The most powerful person in a county is like Uncle Hai. Although the city god’s temple is grand, not everyone is a demon or a ghost. If we can’t win, we can stall. Killing some important connections of the city god might force him to send us back.

With this thought, I felt more relaxed, waved my hand, and walked towards the city gate.

The Lock General saw us four ghosts from a distance, especially me in the guide officer’s uniform, whom he didn’t recognize. He immediately roared and swung his big lock, causing the ground to rumble: "I am the Silver Lock General, Chen Daheng, one of the six ghost generals of the city god! Where do you come from, and what is your rank and name?"

You mean this one? He’s your guide officer, Ling Tong, don’t you recognize him? I kicked Ling Tong, dressed like a beggar, to the ground.

Ling Tong took the opportunity to run away, his feet moving like they were on wheels.

Brother Heng! Save me! This Xia Yitian is a major criminal I was sent to capture! He found two powerful helpers! He killed over thirty ghost officers I brought! Even your Uncle San was eaten by his helper! Ling Tong crawled to Chen Daheng’s back, probably more grateful than ever for the kick I gave him earlier, which saved his life.

Uncle San? I laughed, realizing there was no room for negotiation. One of the ghost officers he ate was a relative of the Silver Lock General, Chen Daheng?

Oh no! Uncle San is gone? Ghosts! Chen Daheng’s face turned red with anger. He waved his hand, and over a hundred ghost officers, all in shiny armor, rushed out of the gate, far more impressive than the small group a guide officer could bring.

In recent years, the underworld has captured many major criminals. Chen Daheng thought it would be an easy task and, like other officials, forced his Uncle San into the team, hoping to earn some merit for him. He thought Uncle San might get a position and enjoy a peaceful life soon, but now, in just a short time, his Uncle San had become someone’s meal!

How could he accept it? When people were starving in the living world, Uncle San was the best to him, giving him whatever he could, even if he eventually choked to death. But Uncle San’s kindness he would never forget.

I had never encountered a situation where we had to fight immediately without any negotiation. But at least I had the mourning stick, which wasn’t too scary. The mourning stick is used to capture souls and is a symbol of the guide officer’s authority, specifically for fighting small ghosts.

Can Xijun eat this? Xijun jumped down from my shoulder and pointed at the Silver Lock General, looking like a child in a supermarket picking candy. I was speechless but nodded.

The Silver Lock General was no ordinary size, over two meters tall. Xijun couldn’t even reach his waist. I definitely couldn’t fight him, so if Xijun wanted to eat him, she could.

Song Wanyi, go deal with these ghost officers and cover Xijun. I was a bit nervous, as over a hundred ghost officers were no joke. Previously, in Kangle Village, Yu Xiaoxue and I had to run for our lives.

But soon, Song Wanyi showed me her true strength. She didn’t even need to fight; she just waved her hand, and the ghost officers disappeared like grass being cut. It was so easy to kill them.

I got excited and quietly approached a lone ghost officer, beating him with the mourning stick. The ghost officer indeed rolled on the ground, screaming.

But after a while, the ghost officer didn’t die, which made me break out in a cold sweat. I turned around, and Song Wanyi had already taken out most of them. It seemed the mourning stick wasn’t reliable.

The ghost officer, smoking with green smoke, glared at me and swung his soul-capturing knife. I stumbled and fell to the ground.

Song Wanyi turned and sent a wind blade, immediately cutting the ghost officer in front of me into pieces.

I sighed, realizing I wasn’t cut out for killing ghosts. Professional tasks require professionals. Although Song Wanyi wasn’t officially a mountain spirit, she had the strength of one and could easily handle a group of ghost officers.

While I was sighing, Song Wanyi had already killed all the ghost officers and stood there, watching Xijun fight the Lock General, completely forgetting about covering her.

Seeing Xijun was safe for now, I grabbed Ling Tong and threw him to the ground, beating him with a few sticks until he rolled around.

Sir Xia! I’m wrong! I’m really wrong! Please stop, or I’ll lose my soul! Ling Tong begged, covering his head. This time, he didn’t care about his image, and I saw he was half-dead, so I kicked him aside.

The city god’s temple was quite large, similar to a county in the living world, filled with souls arriving from the county. Finding the city god wouldn’t be easy, and with few landmarks and no guide, time was running out.

Looking at the battlefield, the Silver Lock General was indeed not an ordinary ghost officer, swinging his lock like a swimming ring.

The lock is a powerful weapon in the underworld, specifically for fighting ghosts. Once a ghost is locked, after a while, their waist would break into pieces due to the weight, unable to recover, and they would become a fierce, four-legged ghost.

Xijun was very agile. As soon as the lock was swung, she appeared on the other side of Chen Daheng, opening her blood-red mouth like a beast and biting a large chunk out of his thigh.

Chen Daheng quickly recovered from the bite, but the more he was bitten, the more painful it became, and his soul started to become transparent. It seemed Xijun wasn’t struggling to defeat him but was playing cat and mouse.

I’ve heard some people like to eat fresh donkey meat, just cut from the donkey. It seems Xijun has a similar preference.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of urgent warning bells rang from the city, startling me. I looked into the city and was shocked!

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