Chapter 1322: This Ghost, Another Acquaintance of Yours?
Lei Hu said, "He later attempted to escape, was bitten by our hunting dog, and died just now during the process of being taken to the government office."
Jiang Ying resented, "How could he get away so easily."
Not long after, news came from the medical hall that Song Yucheng had also woken up.
Though weak, he kept calling out for his cousin.
The Xiu Luo Envoy, who was staying by his side, asked the reason, and he said he heard Li Zhuangnian mention his tragically deceased mother when attacking them with a knife.
Li Zhuangnian felt their family was innocent and cursed Jiang Mian for being possessed by a ghost, causing Cuicui’s death and bringing misfortune to their family.
Bai Zhi’er listened and was also furious.
"He really is shameless!"
At this moment, both Master Jiang and Madam Jiang fainted from excessive grief.
Jiang Ying had to quickly turn around and return to take care of them.
Feng Fuce arranged, "Jiang Ying staying here is of no avail, it would be better to take Master Jiang and others back to the mansion first."
After Jiang Ying and the others left, only Jiang Mian lying in the coffin and two maidservants from the Jiang Family watching over remained in the Yizhuang.
As Jiang Mian was, after all, a miss of the Jiang Family, the cool hall where her coffin was placed had only her there.
Bai Zhi’er looked at the coffin, sighed regretfully, thinking of someone who was once so lively.
"She had only just reunited with her family and was about to marry the one she loved."
Yet she encountered such a thing.
Feng Fuce pondered and said, "If Li Zhuangnian’s soul hasn’t gone to hell yet, it could be sent to the Demon World to let him experience excruciating pain."
Bai Zhi’er shook her head, her dark eyes showing steely determination.
"I want to personally handle this."
Time passed quickly, evening went by, and darkness descended heavily.
An unknown wind blew, causing the candles in the cool hall to flicker and dim.
The two little maidservants were somewhat scared but dared not speak.
Bai Zhi’er said, "Go to the front hall, ask the old man guarding the Yizhuang for some paper money, burn it at the entrance, and don’t come in."
"Yes, Princess." The maidservants retreated.
Feng Fuce sat on a chair in the corner, half of his body hidden in shadow, making his presence even more daunting.
A gust of eerie wind blew through.
A familiar voice came to Bai Zhi’er—
"Oh, little ancestor! I smelled you from afar, it really is you here."
The mist cleared, and the towering figures of Black and White Impermanence stood on either side of Jiang Mian’s coffin.
When White Impermanence spoke, the red tongue lolling out matched his crescent eyes when he smiled, adding a bizarre touch of handsomeness.
Black Impermanence beside him cupped his hands: "Greetings, Emperor!"
Due to their presence, the soul within Jiang Mian gradually emerged.
At this moment, her soul was still unaware, not realizing she was dead, her expression blank and stunned.
Before Jiang Mian could drift to the sides of Black and White Impermanence, Bai Zhi’er pressed her pale hand firmly on the edge of the coffin.
"You cannot go yet!"
Jiang Mian’s soul halted, as if held by an overwhelming, invisible force.
Black and White Impermanence exchanged glances.
They chuckled dryly: "Emperor, is this ghost another acquaintance of yours?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded with a sweet smile: "She’s my friend, I checked her lifespan, she died untimely. She could have lived many more years, but a scoundrel’s revenge led to her death by the knife."
"Even if you take this soul back, I’m sure you’ll find her lifespan unfulfilled, and Grandpa Yama will have a headache figuring out how to compensate her."