Chapter 5 The Man Behind

  The strong wind in the courtyard had stopped, and the red light curtain was also broken. The moonlight spilled into the yard. Zhao Ting's weak body looked even more fragile under the moonlight. The leaves of the trees cast mottled shadows under the moonlight, swaying slowly with the gentle breeze, making everything seem so quiet. If it weren't for that female ghost, this would be an ideal place for a date. Unfortunately, the man and woman didn't notice the intoxicating scenery, but instead stared tensely in Zhao Ting's direction.

  At some point, a figure appeared beside Zhao Ting. Zhao Ting did not show the joyful expression that Gui Hun thought she would, but instead looked fearful and trembled with fear. If it weren't for being pinned down by Gui Hun's soul-fixing charm, she might have escaped immediately. The person was not ugly in appearance, on the contrary, he was extremely beautiful. He had a beauty that was no less than Gui Sheng's, except that Gui Sheng did not have the seductive aura that emanated from this person's body.

  That person smiled at the ghost and the long Qingzi, slowly stretched out his right hand, and tightly grasped in the direction of the sky. The light shield that had just shattered was instantly restored to its original state.

  At this time, the ghost finally believed that this man, this living person was the one behind Zhao Ting. A living person could actually create a blood barrier, and the level of the blood barrier was not low either. It had always been thought that the person behind Zhao Ting should be some kind of evil spirit with some cultivation, who wanted to absorb the pure soul of a newly deceased person, so they found Zhao Ting. But looking at it now, it's clearly not, what could that person gain from a dead person?

  "I'm telling you, stop thinking about the reason. Haven't you noticed that he doesn't have your reincarnation eyes, nor does he draw talismans to open his eyes like me, yet he can see ghosts?" Chang Qingzi said coldly, staring at the figure behind Zhao Ting.

  "Impossible!" The ghost exclaimed in surprise, as if it had just thought of something.

  "That's right, it's just as you thought." The figure in the shadows spoke with a smile, but his voice was somewhat low and melancholic, it was unclear whether he was praising the cleverness of the ghost or simply stating facts.

  If it's really what I think, then it's bad. The ghost thought to himself with a hint of despair. The reincarnation eye is indeed a rare sight in a hundred years, but at least there are some who have seen it. Another kind is even rarer, appearing only once in a thousand years, and the probability of its appearance is extremely low. Such people are usually called messengers from the underworld because they carry the aura of the underworld since birth. First, their mother must be born in the year, month, day, hour, and minute of Yin, and she must also give birth to them at this time. This is just a basic factor, and another important point is that the mother's body must die first, allowing the fetus to absorb the yin energy in the womb before being taken out immediately. Placed in the Xuan Yin Zhen Fa for three days of warmth without any food, they can survive. Such people are the underworld messengers who can see ghosts. If the ghost's reincarnation eye is a gift from Yan Wang, then this underworld messenger is man-made.

  Although the process is extremely bloody, many ghost-catching families still do so, after all, having such a person is equivalent to having a trump card. If someone like Gui Huan were to go to any family, they would be treated as an honored guest. After all, the reincarnation eye has a slightly higher probability of appearing, but it's a heavenly gift, and you can communicate with ghosts, which is something that underworld messengers can't compare to. However, underworld messengers are mostly ruthless and have high strength, making them very difficult to deal with! Gui Huan secretly clenched his fists, this time he had truly met a formidable opponent.

  " Envoy of the underworld?" Chang Qingzi sucked in a breath of cold air, seemingly questioning and affirming at the same time.

  "This is troublesome, my Thousand Soul Bell and your Peach Wood Sword are very effective against ghosts, but they don't have much effect on a Yin Realm Envoy." The ghost said with furrowed brows. After speaking, he directly put the Thousand Soul Bell into his cloth bag.

  "I was looking forward to seeing the power of the Thousand Soul Bell, but it seems I'll have to wait until next time." Chang Qingzi stabbed the peach wood sword into a small white pouch at his waist, and the sword instantly disappeared. The pouch was about the same size as a wallet, with no intricate embroidery on it, only a single character "mo" outlined in gold thread.

  "Qiankun bag? Not bad." The ghost said faintly.

  "It's not comparable to yours, the difference is far." Zhang Qingzi said nonchalantly, casting a meaningful glance at the ghost's cloth bag. The ghost's cloth bag was somewhat tattered, but it was very clean, with some wear and tear on the edges. However, the value of this cloth bag far exceeded that of his own Qiankun bag. Because the storage capacity of this cloth bag was something that even a hundred Qiankun bags couldn't match, and it could also hold living things, or even... ghosts.

  "You can even flirt with each other in front of me, it seems you're quite confident." The charming man said coldly.

  "The grievances of the ghost can be appealed to Yan Wang, and as a ghost catcher, we should maintain the yang world, let alone intervene. Which family are you from, so bold and presumptuous?" Chang Qingzi retorted coldly.

  "Ghost catcher, collecting worldly possessions from the living, catching lingering souls who refuse to be reincarnated, maintaining the honor of hell. Haha, are you prepared to lecture me? Who doesn't know that if a ghost is willing to be saved, the spiritual power of the ghost catcher will become even stronger? I'm just doing what I should do." The charming man burst out laughing, looking at Long Qingzi and the ghost with disdain.

  "Blood blockade, is it also something you should be doing?" The ghost sneered with a snort.

  "This is just the essence of the battlefield, and I happen to know this method. Why not use it well? She didn't want to kill her father, she just wanted to scare him properly, this wish, I will certainly fulfill." After finishing speaking, that seductive man laughed loudly.

  "No, he's stalling." Chang Qingzi suddenly said, stretching out his hand and flinging a delicate flying knife over.

  "It's only now that I've realized, but it's too late." The charming man stopped laughing and turned serious, lightly waving his sleeve. The flying knife immediately changed direction and shot into the nearby wooden pillar.

  Chang Qingzi was about to take action again when the ghost directly grabbed him and whispered, "It's too late."

  Chang Qingzi immediately looked in Zhao Ting's direction, only to see that her body was slowly becoming illusory and disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye. The man must have planned it out long ago, using his own identity and everyone's impression of a Yin realm messenger to suppress everyone's movements. In the chaos, he took advantage of their distraction and quickly dispersed Zhao Ting. "Is that all you're going to do?" Chang Qingzi looked at the retreating blood barrier, smiling triumphantly at himself and the ghostly man.

  "He stole my things, how can he be so comfortable." The ghost said in a low voice, with a terrifying glow shooting out from her downcast eyes. Although the ghost had always been relatively quiet, as if she didn't care about anything at all. But there was one thing, never steal what's almost within her grasp, otherwise...

  Chang Qingzi watched as the ghost's originally lowered head suddenly lifted up, and a hint of a sinister smile hung at the corner of its mouth, causing his heart to skip a beat. He saw the ghost aim the silver needle at that man, who also noticed it but stood still on the spot, smiling provocatively. The silver needle shot straight towards that man, but with three consecutive slapping sounds, all three needles changed direction and shot into the wooden pillar instead.

  Chang Qingzi was about to speak when he saw that the ghost did not show a disappointed expression, but instead had a hint of triumph. Surprised, he immediately looked at the man and saw that he suddenly covered his arm with his hand, and his body involuntarily knelt down on the ground. Chang Qingzi took a closer look and saw that there was a small silver needle on the man's arm that was almost imperceptible unless one looked carefully, especially in the dark. The three silver needles on the pillars, plus the one on the man's arm, suddenly turned into tiny stars and disappeared, only to reappear in the ghost's hand in the blink of an eye.

  "Take my things and I'll make his arm unable to move for a month." The ghost finished speaking and turned around to leave, thinking that this underworld messenger was very powerful, but it turned out to be just an elementary one.

  Changqingzi saw the ghost leave and followed closely behind.

  The man who was left lying on the ground glared hatefully in the direction where the ghost had disappeared, his uninjured hand clenched tightly into a fist. Indeed, this wound would heal in a month, but that piercing pain would also last for a month. What a ruthless person, even more ruthless than himself.