Chapter 13 Red Shoes

Wei Yuan stared intently at the pair of red embroidered shoes.

The other ghosts were still trying to figure out the situation.

The female ghost wearing three-inch golden lotus red embroidered shoes lowered her head, her black hair hanging down her back. Her face was pale, devoid of any color. Her eyes were completely black. She didn't speak, nor did she rush forward with a roar, but she made people's hearts tremble and their scalps tingle.

The sounds from outside the door were as if separated by several layers of soundproof glass, becoming increasingly blurred.

Wei Yuan even felt his hands and feet gradually losing temperature, becoming numb.

Like being soaked in ice water.

He bit the tip of his tongue, a bloody taste spreading, carrying a bit of warmth. He clenched the Crouching Tiger Waist Token in his right hand, allowing that strange feeling to disappear from his body. The burning, stinging sensation from the waist token in his palm finally pulled his senses back to the human world.

Wei Yuan stared intently at the female ghost, who was quietly lowering her head.

Red embroidered shoes…

A ghost has come to the door.

Indeed, the Commandant can剿匪杀妖 (jiao fei sha yao - suppress bandits and slay demons), but there is no rule that bandits and demons cannot kill the Commandant.

The water ghost in this museum seemed to have no sense of the atmosphere at all.

It regarded Wei Yuan as a Taoist priest who exorcised demons and captured ghosts in old Hong Kong movies, mistakenly thinking that this female ghost was captured by him. As fellow water ghosts, it went forward to say hello, reaching out to pat the female ghost's arm, cheerfully saying:

"Hey there, sister, where did you die?"

"Come back…"

Wei Yuan had only shouted when the female ghost's dripping long hair suddenly grew wildly.

Buzz!!!

The dense strands of hair gathered together, like sharp iron cones, easily piercing the water ghost's abdomen. The hair extended towards the ceiling, like an old locust tree that had grown for several years but had withered, hanging the water ghost directly in the air.

Wei Yuan's expression changed instantly.

The water ghost struggled constantly in the air, its face becoming increasingly swollen.

Soon, the water ghost's struggling movements began to slow down, and the whites of its eyes gradually turned black, acquiring the same cold, icy aura as the female ghost.

Drip, drip—

Water also began to drip from its body.

The tips of its fingers slowly turned black.

Without anyone saying it, Wei Yuan could guess that the previously harmless water ghost was now also transforming into a vengeful ghost.

If nothing was done, there would be two vengeful ghosts in this room. Wei Yuan looked at the water ghost, estimating the distance, gritted his teeth, lowered his body, and dashed forward. As he passed the coffee table, he reached out and directly scooped up the broken sword yin object soaked in the basin.

The broken sword in his hand sent a shiver down Wei Yuan's spine.

It was like holding a large block of ice in his hand, but he still clenched his teeth and held it tightly, rushing forward.

The museum residence was not large, only a few steps away.

As Wei Yuan approached, the female ghost stood quietly with her head lowered, but a strand of hair suddenly grew longer, coiling towards Wei Yuan like a python. Wei Yuan directly took out the Crouching Tiger Waist Token and backhanded the token, which constantly transmitted burning pain, directly onto the strand of hair.

The ink-black hair suddenly contracted.

Wei Yuan took the opportunity to quickly approach, and the broken sword in his hand fiercely tore at the strand of hair hanging the water ghost.

It felt like cutting soft rubber with a dull knife, but at least he could feel that it was being cut open. The Crouching Tiger Waist Token in his left hand was constantly waving, desperately protecting himself, forcing back the black hair that wanted to pull Wei Yuan away or pierce him. Finally, he gritted his teeth and directly pressed the waist token against the black hair that he had cut a small opening in.

With a tearing sound.

A strand of long hair fell directly to the ground.

The water ghost hanging from it crashed to the ground with a thud, floundering twice like a dead fish.

That sinister and strange feeling disappeared from the water ghost's face.

The remaining two ghosts hurriedly dragged the water ghost away, and the paper doll wanted to run over to help, but was grabbed by the soldier ghost and stuffed into the empty hole of its wound, to prevent them from adding to the chaos.

Wei Yuan breathed heavily, holding the waist token in one hand and the dagger in the other, crossing them to protect his chest, lowering his body, and staring intently at the female ghost wearing red embroidered shoes.

He had somewhat of a premonition that the other party would come to his door, but when the other party actually came, he was still a bit flustered.

At the same time, there was also a surge of anger that he couldn't explain.

The Crouching Tiger Waist Token vibrated, surrounded by bursts of tiger roars.

The female ghost raised her head, a pair of pure black, empty eyes looking at Wei Yuan, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

Driven by anger, Wei Yuan stared back fiercely.

Ghosts are also afraid of fierce people. At this moment, Wei Yuan, a mortal, glared at the female ghost, but his aura was not inferior at all.

Suddenly.

A flash of light exploded in the sky.

Several seconds later, a rumbling thunder sound came.

The second month of the solar calendar, all things emerge with the movement, the movement is thunder, hence the term Awakening of Insects (Jingzhe).

The thunder light and thunder sound dissipated after several seconds. Wei Yuan saw that the female ghost was no longer there. The floor in front of him was wet, and a few footprints disappeared at the door. Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, his body a little stiff. He turned on all the lights and was still holding the waist token and the broken sword in his hand, slowly sitting down against the wall.

A long breath was slowly exhaled.

The few ghosts who had just escaped also reappeared in front of Wei Yuan.

They hadn't seen the last part, and only thought that Wei Yuan had driven the vengeful ghost away, regarding him as the kind of real Maoshan Taoist priest in the movies, so they respectfully saluted him. Especially the water ghost who had almost been transformed into a vengeful ghost, who was even more grateful.

Wei Yuan looked at its injuries.

It had clearly been pierced by the female ghost's hair, but now it had healed. The largest part of the wound was blocked by that clump of fishing net yin object, with wisps of yin energy entangled on it, barely filling it up, and now it was alive and kicking.

After the ghosts paid their respects, Wei Yuan originally intended to ask them about their respective origins, but after confronting the fierce ghost face to face, he hadn't felt it before, but now he felt exhausted all over his body, not wanting to move at all, not wanting to think about anything.

He sent the few ghosts and the two paper dolls back to the museum.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, suddenly feeling that the Crouching Tiger Waist Token was still vibrating, emitting heat.

Slightly stunned, he forced himself to take white paper, sat on the bed, and imprinted the Crouching Tiger Waist Token on the paper.

Lishu characters appeared on the white paper.

‘Sili Xiaowei (Commandant) repels vengeful ghost, prevents wandering souls from becoming vengeful ghosts, can obtain merit one.’

‘Merit converted into one of the necessary methods for Sili Xiaowei (Commandant) to master.’

Merit…

Wei Yuan was thoughtful.

The words then dissipated, but the cold aura in the room had been swept away, as if it had been absorbed by the Crouching Tiger Waist Token. A force was transmitted in reverse to Wei Yuan's body, causing him to feel a burst of stinging pain, and then that fatigue, mental shock, and anger were slowly smoothed out.

Great fatigue emerged.

Wei Yuan's eyelids slowly drooped, falling into sleep, and in his sleep, his body was slowly strengthened.