Chapter 1601 - 1448: Yin Yang Inn 4
In fact, Pei Shaosen didn’t tear these people apart; instead, he followed them, leaving the desolate house and embarking on the road to the Capital City.
At this moment, the sun shone brightly in the clear sky, and Pei Shaosen sat as if riding on horseback, or more accurately, floated in a horseback riding posture, following this group of people to the Capital City.
The group of people looked at Pei Shaosen with peculiar expressions, making Pei Shaosen feel uneasy, so he couldn’t help but ask the person next to him, "Why are you all looking at me like that?
Is there something strange about me, or is there something inappropriate about my attire?" Pei Shaosen said, glancing down at his clothing.
Looking at the clothes he hadn’t changed since his death, Pei Shaosen awkwardly tugged at them, thinking perhaps he was out of touch with the current fashions after being dead for a decade.
The onlookers couldn’t help but twitch their mouths; they wondered what was strange about him when he was breaking their understanding of a ghost.
Finally, under the urging of his subordinates, the leading man couldn’t help but softly cough and said to Pei Shaosen, who was still inspecting himself for any improprieties, "Brother Pei, there’s no need to check; there’s nothing inappropriate about you.
They’re just curious, Brother Pei, you’re a ghost, yet you can appear under the sun and travel with us, and previously you couldn’t leave the house, but now you can?"
Pei Shaosen also looked bewildered, touching the wooden token engraved with "Yin Yang Inn" hanging on his waist. He said, "I don’t know either. It seems ever since I started wearing this token, I could leave the house I couldn’t escape from and am not afraid of sunlight."
Mentioning Qi Shuangshuang, the leading man sighed as he still wanted to establish a good relationship with such a master, especially since their Dragon Wei Guard handled many strange and bizarre cases.
If they could form a good relationship with someone like that, they could seek help in cases beyond human ability. Unfortunately, the opportunity was lost, and the person disappeared right under their noses.
But that’s okay, the gentlemanly ghost before them was already on the opposite side’s accounts, so as long as they got along with Pei Shaosen, they wouldn’t worry about finding a master.
Thinking of this, the leading man said, "Perhaps the master allowed you this convenience to see with your own eyes your enemy’s downfall.
We will soon enter the Capital City, then please be patient and reside temporarily at my house. Allow me to report back and free up time to help resolve the grievance against Qian Jing."
Pei Shaosen immediately clasped his hands on horseback and said gratefully, "That would be much appreciated, Brother, if you can avenge my family, I will never forget this great kindness."
"Brother Pei, you’re too polite. This is only compensation for our previous mistakes; such gratitude is not warranted. Since we are meeting like this, why not become friends? I am Xing Yanfei, and Brother Pei can call me by my name."
"Brother Yanfei is generous, then I shall dispense with formalities," Pei Shaosen readily agreed.
With Xing Yanfei’s full support, Pei Shaosen’s family’s wrongful case was quickly reopened; it seemed Qian Jing was overly confident.
Qian Jing assumed no one in Pei Shaosen’s family survived, and since over a decade had passed without resolution, he thought it was impossible for it to be uncovered now.
That’s why when Qian Jing was forcibly taken from his home, tied up, and thrown into the Dragon Wei Guard’s prison, he was dumbfounded and kept proclaiming his innocence.
It wasn’t until his crime from fifteen years ago was pointed out, with ample evidence, that Qian Jing fell silent, unable to deny it, although he still refused to admit his guilt or reveal the location of the bandits.
Qian Jing tried to display some backbone, but unfortunately, he had entered the fearsome Dragon Wei Guard’s prison, and after a few days of severe torture, he confessed.
The bandits had taken their share of the loot and built a fort on the mountain to attack passing wealthy caravans while leaving no survivors, living a rather comfortable life.
Their hideout was so remote that when Xing Yanfei led people to raid it, they nearly got lost and alerted the sentries.
It was Pei Shaosen, with the advantage of being a ghost, who found the place and helped guide the way to quietly deal with the sentries, allowing Xing Yanfei to capture the bandits’ stronghold successfully.
These bandits were all evil, each with blood on their hands, and Xing Yanfei left none alive, while the one who killed the most was Pei Shaosen.
If it weren’t to help Xing Yanfei quickly complete the task, Pei Shaosen would have preferred to torture these bandits repeatedly before killing them, to fully vent his anger.
After exterminating this band of bandits, Pei Shaosen followed Xing Yanfei back to the Capital City; he wanted to see his enemy dead with his own eyes.
Unfortunately, Qian Jing was to be executed in the fall, which meant Pei Shaosen had to wait a while for his death, a situation he found agreeable, allowing him time to torment Qian Jing daily at the Dragon Wei Guard’s prison.
Using various ghostly methods, Pei Shaosen terrified Qian Jing into daily screams so loud they seemed to echo through the prison. Fortunately, Pei Shaosen only targeted Qian Jing, setting barriers to prevent the noise from spreading.
Till the day of the fall execution, Qian Jing had been tormented to the brink of madness, reduced to skin and bones, appearing almost relieved when taken to the execution ground.
Qian Jing wasn’t without a will to live, but his existence had become unbearably painful, tormented daily by Pei Shaosen without reprieve, in a state of wishing for death but unable to achieve it; it was excruciating.
Qian Jing’s mindset changed from living each day to the fullest and hoping for a royal pardon to counting down the days to his death.
With Qian Jing dead and Pei Shaosen avenged, he finally remembered his promise to become an accountant for the master, yet he didn’t know where the Yin Yang Inn was located, nor how to find it.
Just as Pei Shaosen thought of this, the wooden token hanging from his waist floated up, suspending before him, emitting a faint golden glow.
The light enveloped Pei Shaosen, who felt a dizziness come over him as the scenery around him changed.
This place was peculiar, surrounded by a sea of blood-red flowers, each cluster burning like fire or blood — all Manjushaka flowers.
A faint, dark fragrance floated up, and Pei Shaosen, feeling somewhat intoxicated, found his life flashing before his eyes at a rapid pace.
Memories both forgotten and remembered appeared, even clearly recalling being held in his parents’ arms and fed as an infant.