Chapter 131: Chapter 130: Night Patrol Deity
[Fry him in oil once more before eating; it’s ridiculous for him to try to seize the host’s body!]
Jiu Ying sensed his hostile aura, and a massive shadow emerged from behind Yu Nianzhao. Nine pairs of eyes stared fixedly at Chu Wenyao, and the bloodthirsty killing intent froze Chu Wenyao’s soul, causing it to tremble incessantly under the pressure from Jiu Ying.
"What kind of thing is this? Yu Nianzhao, are you really not human?"
Chu Wenyao’s mind blanked out. Being stared at by Jiu Ying’s single pair of eyes was already suffocating, let alone being stared at by nine pairs. Chu Wenyao felt as if his soul would scatter into ashes and smoke.
"I really don’t like dealing with fools!" Yu Nianzhao said lightly.
Chu Wenyao suddenly remembered some things Yu Nianzhao had mentioned several times before.
"King Yan? Are you really King Yan?"
"You don’t even qualify to enter the underworld to find out," Yu Nianzhao suppressed Chu Wenyao’s soul and smiled, "The one without the right to reincarnate is you, just like Chu Wenjia’s fate."
Chu Wenyao was instantly horrified, "You! It was you! You killed my cousin? He clearly died suddenly from a natural cause, no wonder they couldn’t find the cause of death. Did you use black magic to kill him?"
"Black magic?" Yu Nianzhao sneered, "Every member of the Chu Family has turned dark with wickedness, their insides have rotted and stank with malice, yet you have the audacity to say I used black magic. Sooner or later, each one of you will end up in hell, fried in oil. I honestly didn’t think of torturing you again, but since you enjoy being foul-mouthed, that’s fine. I’ll follow Jiu’s suggestion and fry you in oil first."
Yu Nianzhao placed two fingers on her forehead and muttered silently, "King Yan orders, open the Ghost Gate!"
A green light suddenly appeared in the corner, tearing open a small opening.
"Who dares to open a Ghost Gate here? Are you courting death?" a cold voice came from the hole.
Following that, a ghostly messenger in a blue robe slowly emerged from the green light. His pale face exuded the aura of death, showing no expression, and he held a lamp in his hand. There was a touch of nobility about him, as if he was from a noble family in life.
"Oh my! It’s the Night Patrol Deity; we’re doomed. Whether she’s King Yan or not, she must be an extraordinary figure, otherwise, how could she open the Ghost Gate?" The Daoist turned pale, gripping the Five Emperors’ Money in his hands tightly, fearing that his soul would be dragged into the underworld.
"It’s her, she’s the one who opened the Ghost Gate!" Chu Wenyao, in his dying struggle, pointed at Yu Nianzhao. "She claims to be King Yan, you’re the ghostly messenger, tell me, she’s not real, is she? She’s pretending, isn’t she? If she’s pretending, you should drag her to the underworld!"
The Night Patrol Deity’s face tightened upon seeing Yu Nianzhao, almost dropping the lamp in his hand.
"So it’s the Little Night Patrol Deity! Opening the Ghost Gate today, I didn’t expect the ghostly messenger I’d encounter would be you!" Yu Nianzhao’s lazy tone showed no panic.
But the Night Patrol Deity panicked first. He quickly clasped his fists and bowed, "Auntie, previously there wasn’t a whisper about you from below; now you finally reveal yourself?"
Auntie?!
Chu Wenyao was dumbstruck, as if a death sentence had just been pronounced on him. In his heart, only three words echoed: ’It’s over!’
"I hadn’t awakened before, I didn’t even know my own identity, so how could I contact you? How come? I recently ran into the Black and White Impermanence, and those two didn’t tell you I have awakened?" Yu Nianzhao narrowed her eyes, her tone dangerous.
The Night Patrol Deity wanted to wipe cold sweat; he dared not lie before Yu Nianzhao, so he could only betray his two brothers, "They might still be out on duty and haven’t delivered this message back to the underworld."
"Hmph, I’ll deal with those two when I return," Yu Nianzhao snorted lightly, tossing Chu Wenyao’s soul to the Night Patrol Deity.
"Go, fry this fellow in oil a few times and then bring him back to me!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The Night Patrol Deity sighed in relief and quickly took Chu Wenyao back into the Ghost Gate without looking back.
"No, don’t fry me! King Yan, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please spare me, I can give you money, lots and lots of money. If you want to be Princess Consort Su, I will definitely support you, and I won’t expose your true identity. Don’t fry me..."
Chu Wenyao’s screams lingered in her ears, but Yu Nianzhao turned a deaf ear, turning her sinister gaze onto the Daoist.
"Boohoo... Please forgive my ignorance for not recognizing your true form."
The Daoist was scared stiff, hurriedly kneeling, constantly pleading, "I was just doing business for money, not intending to harm anyone."
"Then why don’t you ask these vengeful souls if they agree?"
Yu Nianzhao beckoned, and the fierce spirits surrounded the Daoist, their chilling resentment entwining around him. The Daoist screamed miserably, finding it hard to breathe.
"You stinking Daoist, if not for you, we might still have a chance to reincarnate, but for your greed, you suppressed our souls. How can you say it has nothing to do with you?"
"You’re also an accomplice. The talismans in your hand made sure we couldn’t even become wandering spirits, only to be sealed underground. You deserve to die!"
"You are no different from Chu Wenyao, don’t think you can escape culpability."
The fierce spirits’ resentment wantonly tormented the Daoist, while Yu Nianzhao just watched from the side, doing nothing.
Juan stepped forward, knelt down, tears of blood on her face, "Thank you, my lord. If not for you, I would have been consigned to soul annihilation long ago. If not for you, we ghosts wouldn’t even have the qualification to take revenge on our enemies. It’s truly lamentable."
Juan kowtowed to Yu Nianzhao several times.
"No need for such courtesy; rewarding the good and punishing the evil is merely my duty."
Yu Nianzhao gazed at Juan for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Have I not seen you in the Zhaoyu?"
"Ah?" Juan seemed puzzled; after becoming a ghost, she sometimes wandered in confusion, not knowing what day it was.
"Think carefully, have you ever been to the Zhaoyu?"
"I do seem to have a time point where I’m involuntarily drawn to a place, but I don’t quite remember it specifically. It’s like something beckoning my soul; that place might be the Zhaoyu you mentioned, my lord." Juan’s eyes were quite confused.
"You truly don’t remember?" Yu Nianzhao furrowed her brow, sensing something fishy.
"Mm, if you ask, my lord, I certainly wouldn’t dare hide anything, but there really isn’t much impression, it’s all a bit vague. The feeling is somewhat peculiar, like someone is calling me over, yet when I regain clarity, I find myself back beside Chu Wenyao again."