Chapter 2

Chapter 2

So back to what happened after my death.

During my lifetime, I was indeed an outstandingly notorious demoness. I did quite a few things like snatching a childs sugar-coated Chinese hawthorn stick and beating up tramps on the wayside. The people who hated me in the celestial way and the demon path could hold hands and wrap around Chen Ji Mountain three hundred times.

I thought that after I died, my corpse would definitely be dug up, making it difficult for my body to remain whole. Unbelievably, I had drifted around my gravesite for a few years, and the green grass had grown as tall as half a person. I was surprised that not even a single enemy clan came to knock on my door.

I suddenly felt a little lonely, thinking about the bad things that I had caused when I was alive were all done for naught.

It was all due to this nameless tombstone!

I bore a grudge against the person who made this tombstone for me. My title was not carved on it, even my name was also not carved on it. It not only made my worshipers unable to find me, but even my enemies could not find me either. Then in that year, when my animosity against the person who gave me the tombstone became deeper, it was tomb-sweeping season, the rain drizzling down like feathers. I had finally waited for someone to come sweep my grave

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It was a man in ink-dark clothes, who came out to brave the rain. As he approached, I saw his face was like crown jade, so beautiful that even I felt my breath was taken away.

I circled around him for a long time, and suddenly felt that this mans facial features actually looked somewhat familiar. I stroked my chin thoughtfully. When I waited until he offered some green fruits in front of my grave, I suddenly realized

Ah! Was this person not that Ugly Little Monster, Mo Qing?!

As It turned out, after those scary ink scars on his face disappeared, his face was actually so beautiful!

He stood in front of my grave, the feather-like raindrops were like frost hitting his body. He said hoarsely: I know that youre fond of sour, so on the way here, I picked up some green fruits for you.

I loved eating sour, everyone in Wan Lu Sect knew that, so the fruit offerings would always be ripe or unripe green fruits. He knew that I was buried in this grave; besides the person who buried me, no one else should know who this nameless tombstone belonged to.

It suddenly dawned on me, it was definitely after seizing the Wan Jun Sword in the Sword Tomb, he brought my corpse here to be buried. Following this realization, I was scornful again. Mo Qing used me, killed me, and now had the audacity to sashay around my grave! Also, with the Wan Jun Sword! He came to show off!

I glared at him, angrily wanting to kick those green fruits away: Who wants your green fruits?! I cant even eat it! You came to sweep my grave but didnt even burn a piece of paper! You brat! Do you even understand the rules?!

This fruit is very sour, so on the way here, I tasted it. You will definitely like it.

You even tasted it? Are you sick or something, even before making offerings to someone, you licked it first?

He looked at my tombstone, completely unable to see my glaring expression, and continued to say, The current Wan Lu Sect, Ive helped you manage it very well.

What?! He actually took over Wan Lu Sect?! I was greatly alarmed. Just great, brat! You killed me and even snatched the sect that I single-handedly built! So ruthless! Anyways Even though I had said such things like, if someone had the ability to kill me, then that person could take my sect leader position and so on But was it not because at that time, I felt confident that no one could kill me?!

With the Wan Jun Sword in my hand, I even slowly retrieved my own power, and have already gradually restored the divided Demon Path.

What?! I was alarmed again! He wanted to ascend to the Demon Kings position?! That position was originally something in my pocket!

What you wanted, Im slowly helping you achieve it all.

Oh, yes! Everything that I wanted was snatched away by you!

When he heard my name, he was not even scared. He pulled out a mirror and spoke into it. After lowering the mirror, the broadsword in his hand slashed across: You cannot enter.

I raised an eyebrow: An open shop, but wont let others in, why?

You dont have any netherworld money!

I felt like my heart was hit by an arrow, in the blink of an eye, I almost wanted to vomit blood. I had never been to the ghost market to buy anything before, so I did not know that they actually shopped like the world of the living and needed money. I controlled my temper to ask him: Where do ghosts get money?

Get someone to burn some for you.

I became silent.

Who would I get to burn some for me?! In these past few years, only Mo Qing came to sweep my grave! Damn his uncle, he only offered some green-skinned fruits that he picked along the way! Was this not ridiculous!

Once again, I looked at the ferocious-looking ghosts, then reexamined myself, finally could not help it but heaved a sigh, accepted my misfortune and turned away to leave, letting the ferocious-looking ghosts to laugh behind my back: Have been dead for four to five years now, but dont even have a single coin. Such a poor, wretched ghost still dares to come to our Soul Return Store.

All of the words that he said were true, I really did have a bad temper, but did not have the confidence to let it loose.

On the road, I heaved three deep sighs, swaying and wobbling for three days. Without any other choice, I reluctantly drifted back to my grassy grave.

Fortunately, as a ghost, I did not need to eat anything, otherwise, I would have no money to buy the food. Being starved to death would be the greatest joke in my, Lu Zhao Yaos, life.

Thinking about this, I sighed with sorrow. My surname was Lu, my name was Qiong, and my moniker was Zhao Yao. When I was alive, I lived by these two characters zhao yao, but now that I was dead, I acquiesced to this one character qiong. Truly pitifully poor. During my lifetime, I had never suffered even a tiny bit of poverty, and now I unexpectedly nose-dived into one

* (zho yo) to act ostentatiously

* (qing) fine jade

* (qing) poor; destitute

Things in the world were difficult to anticipate, extremely difficult to anticipate!

I felt that getting my revenge would be hopeless. However, when my life as a ghost was at its bleakest, on a rainy night with mingling thunder, at my grave, I was silently watching the lightning flashes and rolling thunder. Suddenly from afar, the sounds of horses hooves could be heard, urgently approaching.

Only saw a fine jet-black horse galloping closer. On the horses back was a woman in powdery-pink clothes, who was struggling with all her might. Even from quite a distance away, I could hear her yelling, shouting herself hoarse: Let me go! I dont want to go with you!

Behind her, a man was holding her and verbally urging the horse forward, not bothering to reply.

When the fine horse galloped to the front of my tombstone, suddenly a flash of reddish-white lightning tore across the sky, and a sudden clap of thunder exploded. Caught unaware, the woman still struggled with all her might, and unexpectedly fell off the horse headfirst to ruthlessly bang her head on the top of my tombstone.

A thud sounded, then blood gushed out on the spot. I was sitting on top of my grave, when I heard this sound, I could not help it but utter an oh.

The woman slid down my tombstone and rolled into the muddy ground. Her beautiful light-colored, powdery-pink clothes were immediately covered with dirty mud. The man riding the big black horse, urgently reined in his horse. Without waiting for the horse to come to a steady stop, he immediately jumped off the horse and rushed over. Within a few large strides, he came before my tombstone and embraced that woman, whose face was dark with mud: Zhi Yan! His rough voice was both heavy and distressed, Zhi Yan!

I stood behind the man, together with him, looking at the young lady he held in his embrace.

The young ladys eyes were tightly closed and the mud on her face was mixed with blood. Not too long after, the heavy rain washed away the dirt, revealing her pale face.

Ai-ya, when she banged her head, she was not stingy with her strength at all. Shes going to die, shes going to die. I clicked my tongue, sighing in sorrow. After I finished sighing, suddenly a divine light flashed by. She died, died in front of my grave, perhaps this was the Will of Heaven, allowing me to try the legendary Body Borrowing Soul Returning Technique?