Chapter 58

Zhao Qian and Yu Xiaoxue suffered at the hands of the Zhang family outside, so I definitely wouldn’t let them resolve the matter smoothly and happily. At the very least, I wouldn’t be too friendly to Zhang Xiaofei, and I might even cause some trouble tonight, which is why I had him call the Zhang family.

From the information I got from Song Wanyi, I knew that the situation wasn’t as simple as it seemed. You say that the Zhang family tomb raiding is one thing, but to curse the ghosts while doing it is another. It’s no wonder the ghosts are causing trouble for the whole family.

After sending Zhang Xiaofei away, I had dinner with Zhao Qian. She ate a whole bowl and seemed quite happy, with a natural flush on her face.

"Brother Tian, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do," Zhao Qian whispered to me, referring to the incident where she ran back to her room in anger today.

Before that, when she saw me suddenly die and Zhang Xiaofei causing trouble, she completely broke down. She isn’t the type who can handle such situations, so it was inevitable that she would panic. Fortunately, I came back to life in time and resolved all the big and small matters. Otherwise, she wouldn’t know what to do.

"It’s fine. I’ve been eating and drinking at your expense for so many days, so I should help you. Living in the villa for these few days has made my face a bit red. Actually, I don’t have much money left. If I don’t eat and drink for free, I might really struggle to get by. I need to think of some ways to make some extra money."

"Brother Tian, you were invited here, and the longer you stay, the better. How can you say you’re eating and drinking for free? Besides, you’ve saved me so many times; this can’t be measured in money!" Zhao Qian quickly rebutted, but then started coughing.

"Alright, alright, you’re right. Don’t worry." I hurriedly patted her back to help her breathe.

"Brother Tian, you won’t blame me for what happened today, right?" Zhao Qian looked at me pitifully, as if she was about to die from anger in the room because of this matter.

"Today, I was quite drained, and I was a bit confused. I spoke without thinking, so don’t take it to heart." I reassured her, knowing that she had been through a lot and was very sensitive these days.

"Yes, I won’t. I was just too sensitive." Zhao Qian nodded quickly, her face flushed.

Looking at her beautiful and charming appearance up close, and the white skin below her neck, my heart couldn’t help but race. The redness and the softness are something ghosts don’t have, and they always make me lose myself.

But thinking of my wife, I didn’t dare to make any further moves.

By the way, my little ghost wants you to help perform a ritual to send her clothes. She’s very excited. Do you have time now? I asked, taking the opportunity. Xijun really likes her clothes and is still caressing them in the room.

I’m afraid Xijun will damage them, so I haven’t let her wear them.

"Of course, I have time. I finished cutting them out and was planning to show them to you after dinner. It turned out to be a false alarm." Zhao Qian patted her chest, and her large chest moved with it.

I swallowed and turned back to the study, fetched the red ghost clothes, and released Xijun from the soul jar.

Xijun held the red ancient dress and twirled in place. She seemed very excited. I think this is the only thing she hasn’t thought about eating.

"Yes, it suits her well." Zhao Qian and Xijun were quite familiar, as the little ghost had stared at her several times in the car, leaving a deep impression.

"Let’s perform the ritual to send her the clothes now." I suggested and took Xijun to the ritual site. Despite her cuteness, I never dared to let her out of my sight, as she has a history of causing trouble, and I’m afraid she might do something unexpected.

Zhao Qian had finished eating, so it was a good time to do this.

As the flames rose, the clothes on Xijun, who was standing in front of the altar, gradually became transparent and started to disappear.

Zhao Qian looked at me with some confusion, wondering why I was staring at Xijun so intently. When I saw Xijun’s clothes almost gone, I realized and turned away, coughing.

"Done." Zhao Qian quickly said.

I turned around and found Xijun looking graceful and beautiful. She was slender, not chubby like a normal child, with long hair and thin arms like lotus stems, and a face that was more on the slender side.

The clothes fit her well, with a large red border and some small gold edges, like a light veil, giving it a courtly look. Compared to a simple red dress, it was on a different level.

Although Xijun doesn’t care about her image when eating, her upbringing is evident. After putting on the clothes, she twirled and smiled, looking like a little princess, innocent and pure. I now don’t want her to fight and prefer to hold her in my arms, like a doll to change and secretly admire.

As I was staring, Xijun flew over and hugged my neck, giggling, then turned to look at Zhao Qian, as if all her hostility was gone.

Seeing Xijun’s happiness, Zhao Qian was also happy, but as a fierce ghost, she didn’t dare to get too close.

Xijun was really too clingy, so I had to put her behind me and let her play with my neck.

Thinking of the urgent matters at hand, I needed to see Old Hai, so I said to Zhao Qian: "You and Xiaoxue should go to bed early today. It’s already seven. I’m going out, possibly to Zhao Family Village to find Uncle Hai and deal with Zhang Xiaofei’s matter."

"Brother Tian, I want to go with you." Zhao Qian said and followed me downstairs.

"Aren’t you tired today? Go to bed. I can handle these small matters myself." I suggested.

"Not tired. I took a nap after cutting paper in the room." Zhao Qian said, a bit worried.

"Listen, rest well. Nothing will happen tonight. Good night, I’ll take you out to play tomorrow." Seeing her still not looking well, I didn’t let her come.

Zhao Qian blushed, feeling like she was being treated like a child, but feeling happy inside, she nodded: "Brother Tian, be careful."

"Don’t worry." I still had the keys to Zhao Qian’s car, which she hadn’t used much recently, so I kept them.

Zhao Qian saw me off, and on the way, I called Old Hai, but the call couldn’t be connected. I was puzzled, wondering if they hadn’t returned from the path between the living and the dead.

But considering the time, they should have returned by now. After all, mortals can’t stay in the netherworld for too long without problems, and they can’t go deep into the cold areas. He should have returned, just not turned on his phone yet.

I called Lin Feiyu, but he was still sleeping and scolded me without asking who I was. After I spoke, he realized it was me and coughed several times, still not fully awake.

He said he didn’t know what Old Hai was doing, and after a few pleasantries, he hung up. During this time, I had almost driven to Zhao Family Village.

There were still many relatives and friends at Zhao Family Village. Zhao Xi hadn’t left because Old Hai was still there, guarding the soul of the old man. When I arrived, he came out quickly.

"Oh, who’s here? It’s Xiaotian!" After these two days, Zhao Xi and I had become quite familiar, and he valued me a lot, as I indirectly helped him regain control of the Zhao family.

Plus, I specifically asked him to change the way he addressed me, which made a good impression. I was also half helping his daughter, so calling me Xiaotian was appropriate for both of us.

Moreover, I didn’t dare to be called a senior. Old Hai, Lin Lao, and Wang Cheng were the real seniors. Being called Xiaotian made me feel more comfortable, like a friend of his daughter. Of course, for scoundrels like Wu Zhenghua, I would deal with them one by one without mercy.

"Uncle Zhao, I’m looking for Old Hai. Is he here?" I asked.

"Not here. He went into the mountains with a strange young man." Zhao Xi said, somewhat surprised, not knowing why I was looking for Old Hai. Given my relationship with Old Hai, it was strange that I didn’t know where he was.

"Strange young man? What does he look like?" I asked urgently, thinking of Zhang Yidan’s figure with a peachwood sword in the netherworld, feeling puzzled.

"About your height, um, a bit dark, ordinary-looking, but with deep eyes, dressed like a Taoist." Zhao Xi tried to recall, but as Old Hai’s companions were either Taoists or monks, or people from the mystic world, he couldn’t ask too many questions, making it difficult for him.

"Did he say when he would be back?"

"Shouldn’t be too long. Ah! Isn’t that Old Hai?" Zhao Xi suddenly pointed to the small path outside the village.

I quickly looked and saw Old Hai, drenched in sweat, rushing back. I greeted him, and he seemed relieved to see me, closing one eye and panting.

"Oh, you made me worry, Xiaotian! You’re quite the troublemaker! Old Hai bent down, squatting, and used his usual catchphrase with a smile.

I was deeply moved. Such a person from the mystic world truly is a master, worthy of inheriting the tradition of the Yin-Yang school.

"Old Hai, it’s been a while, and you’re already worried about me." I walked over and helped him up.

"Do you think I wanted to? You’re smart, knowing to come here and wait for me. If you had stayed at home, it would have been more troublesome."

Old Hai was quite drained from the battle last night and from saving me in the netherworld. Now that he’s back, he thought of me first, which is the way a senior should act.

"Uncle Hai, Xiaotian, you two must have important matters to discuss. I won’t disturb you. My mother is still in bed." Zhao Xi knew we had a lot to talk about and left, as his mother was not used to the hospital and had returned to the village after surgery.

"Yes, take care of your mother." Old Hai nodded.

I said goodbye to Zhao Xi and went to Old Hai’s guest room with him.

The guest room at Zhao Family Village was well-decorated, with all the necessary tea sets. I quickly helped Old Hai sit down and boiled water to make tea.

Old Hai said, "Xiaotian, when I was in the netherworld, I heard you call Li Daozhang something like Zhang Yidan? Did I hear correctly?"

I knew the matter was about to be discussed.