Coming of the Villain Boss! - Chapter 950
Chapter 950: The Detective Who Could See Ghosts (30)
Hence, the people that wanted to snatch the art of managing ghosts returned empty-handed and disappointed.
However, some people tried to find other ways to obtain the techniques.
During that time, many people from the Qian family were killed and injured. This huge family was destroyed within a short period of time. The people left in the Qian family started concealing their identity.
The power of the Qian family was dependant on the number of ghosts they helped to cross over. The more ghosts they helped, the more powerful they became.
As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people in the Qian family.
Around 300 years ago, a bunch of people created something similar to the art of managing ghosts.
However, the last stage was changed from releasing ghosts to cultivating ghosts.
Without the blood of the Qian family, no one could help a ghost cross over.
This was also the reason why no one could be as strong as the Qian family.
But, demons were not allowed after the nation was formed. The strength of ghosts decreased. Now, a normal ghost would not be able to harm a human.
Demons were not allowed after the nation was formed? There was such a thing?
Liu Quan explained that this happened because there were fewer people in the Qian family. If the ghosts were too strong, the world would be dominated by them.
The rules of the world were tilted to favor the human race.
Hence, the ghosts got weaker.
Ming Shu didn’t care much about this. “What is the wrath of heaven?”
“The wrath of heaven is used to restrain the Qian family. Once you accept a ghost’s request, you must complete it. If you accept a request that is unreasonable, you will experience the wrath of heaven too.”
Accept reasonable requests and kill those ghosts that had unreasonable requests.
No wonder the old ghost didn’t want to tell her the truth.
“How will we know whether a request is reasonable or not?” Is there no criteria? Are we supposed to gauge it ourselves?
“The detailed rules will be passed down in your family. I am not from the Qian family. How will I know what the exact details are?”
Ming Shu asked her again, “You know my father?”
Liu Quan waved her hand. “I don’t know him. I have told you everything that you wanted to know. You can leave now.”
“Why do you know my father’s name if you don’t know him?”
“Your father is the only member of the Qian family who was active during his era. Is it weird that I know his name?” Liu Quan was not lying. She didn’t know Qian Li.
Only Qian Li was active in this area, so when she saw someone from the Qian family, she instinctively thought that the person was a descendant of Qian Li.
Ming Shu was in deep thought when she went down the mountain.
The Qian family was really impressive…
She had a good future ahead of her.
The art of managing ghosts which the Yao family practiced was the refined version. Father Yao wanted to get the complete formula for the art of managing ghosts. However, the art of managing ghost was not a scripture. It was stored in the blood of the Qian family.
So…
Father Yao didn’t kill her because he didn’t know this.
The disappearance of the Host’s father, does it have something to do with Father Yao?
If there was no relationship between them… why did Yao Ying target the Host in the storyline?
Seems like I need to have a chat with Father Yao when I get back.
The Ghost Face Mountain was some distance away from the Four Scenery Mountain. Ming Shu walked back to the path she came from.
It started to get darker. Something seemed to be floating over from afar…
At a very fast speed.
In the blink of an eye, the thing was right in front of Ming Shu.
A ball of Yin Qi came straight at Ming Shu. Ming Shu tilted her body and dodged the black shadow.
Countless black shadows started appearing in the air.
The ghost shadows overlapped each other. The air was filled with ghosts.
“Tsk…” Ming Shu looked at the ghosts. “Are you all trying to scare me so that you can inherit my snacks?”
The ghost didn’t understand what Ming Shu said. They just attacked her.
The sky was blocked by all the black shadows. Ming Shu raised her head and sighed.
So many ghosts…
It’s a pity they can’t be eaten.
When the first ghost closed in on her, Ming Shu disappeared into thin air. The ghost didn’t manage to touch her at all.
After that, screams echoed through the deserted mountain.
On a piece of barren land not far away…
A man seated cross-legged on the floor vomited a mouthful of blood out.
“What happened?” Father Yao went over. He was astounded. He didn’t really worry about the man.
The man vomited some blood again. His voice was weak. “Qian Sui… is powerful.”
“She is just a little girl. How powerful can she be.” Father Yao didn’t believe him. “We managed to overpower Qian Li that other time.”
The man shook his head with a pale face. “She’s different.”
He was the one controlling the ghosts. He could feel it.
“She is not using the art of managing ghosts.”
Her power was unfamiliar but stronger.
“Not the art of managing ghosts?” Father Yao grabbed the man’s shoulder and asked him agitatedly, “What can it be then? What is more powerful than the art of managing ghosts? What else did that old man leave for her?”
The man was not sure about this at all. After Father Yao grabbed him, he spat out even more blood and fainted.
“Useless!”
Father Yao shouted in anger at the man.
“He is not useless. He just happened to meet me.”
A sudden voice appeared in the night. Father Yao’s hair stood up. “Who’s there?”
“Me.”
The girl pushed aside the wild grass in front of her and walked out. She was carrying a tree branch in her hand. There were fruits on the tree branch and the girl was eating them.
She looked carefree like she came here for a picnic.
Father Yao said in a low voice, “Qian Sui!”
Ming Shu smiled. “You don’t have to greet me.”
Father Yao was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was being teased.
“Are you looking for me?” Ming Shu stepped forward. “You can just send me an invitation. Why did you make it so difficult for yourself? Why must you bring so many little ghosts to meet me? I was so afraid I had to eat a few more fruits to calm myself down.”
Father Yao thought that it would be easy to catch her so he only brought one helper.
It was better to let lesser people deal with this.
However, the man was unconscious now. Only he was left.
Father Yao didn’t believe that Ming Shu was powerful, but his body was honest. He stepped back vigilantly.
“Qian Sui, do you think that you are my match?”
“I don’t think so.” Ming Shu waved the tree branch. She smiled gently. “I am your match.”
Pu—
Father Yao almost exploded in anger.
Why is this little girl so arrogant?
Father Yao waved his hand and many huge ghosts appeared in front of him. Yin Qi flowed out of the ghosts and the entire area turned cold.
“You came here yourself. Don’t blame me for being merciless.”
Father Yao wore a sinister expression on his face as he commanded the ghosts. He wanted her alive.
Ming Shu took the last fruit off the tree branch leisurely. When the ghosts had almost reached her, she moved her tree branch.
They were elite ghosts so they didn’t die on the spot. However, they still flew away from the impact.
Father Yao was dumbfounded. His astonishment was shown clearly on his face.
How can it be…
Even Qian Li had difficulty subduing his elite ghosts. He had been cultivating them for the past few years too, yet the little girl threw them away with just a flick of her tree branch?
Father Yao started retreating.
He saw something from the corner of his eye. His eyes turned eerie and he quickly moved to the side.
At the same time, a ghost appeared and blocked the person who came over.
“Stop!” Father Yao shouted at Ming Shu. “Stop! If not I will kill him!”
Ming Shu slammed the tree branch against the head of a ghost and the ghost turned into dust.
She looked at Father Yao. Gu Zhi was standing on the ground with a puzzled look on his face. His body was frozen. He couldn’t move.
“Kill him if you dare.” Ming Shu waved her branch and continued attacking the ghosts.
Gu Zhi: “…” She was his wife. Nothing wrong with that.
