Chapter 231: Zheng Zi’ang Is Still Alive?!
Could it be that the Daoist priest he found back then was a fraud?
But, but the Daoist priest at that time…
Wait…
Song Bohan only then remembered that the Daoist priest had guaranteed him that He Shimin and the child would never come to entangle him, rather than saying he had scattered her soul.
That Daoist priest deceived him!
“Soul scattered?” He Shimin’s eyes narrowed, suddenly realizing: “The Daoist priest who performed the ritual at me and the child’s grave mound back then, was he the one you invited?”
He Shimin and the child were wronged deaths after all, still drowning ghosts, and when they first gained consciousness, their grievance was extremely strong.
Her first thought was to take the child to find Song Bohan and question what kind of crap guards Song Bohan had arranged, unable to timely rescue the main family member after falling into the water.
As a result, halfway there, she was stopped by an old Daoist wearing gray-blue cloth clothes.
She had fought with the child and the old Daoist back then, but because she was a new ghost, her strength was insufficient and she was thoroughly beaten by the old Daoist.
The old Daoist didn’t capture her at the time, but earnestly advised her that the dead cannot be brought back to life, that Song Bohan hadn’t anticipated what happened that day, and that he was also very heartbroken and such.
He also told her to think more for the child, that if the child had human blood on their hands, they wouldn’t be able to reincarnate as a human again.
It would be better for her to obediently wait at the grave mound, wait another ten or twenty years, until Song Bohan died, and then they could be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks.
He Shimin was no match for him, and plus the child was indeed her weakness, so she could only reluctantly agree to the old Daoist that she wouldn’t harm anyone in the future and would obediently wait at the grave mound for Song Bohan to die.
In the end, she waited day after day, year after year, the era had completely changed, and she still hadn’t waited for that old immortal Song Bohan.
So, the old Daoist back then was the one Song Bohan found?
He Shimin tightly gripped Song Bohan’s collar, her face fully showing ghostly features, water drops constantly dripping on the ground, she gnashed her teeth: “The deaths of me and Yan’er back then, did you have a hand in it?”
Song Bohan’s face changed back and forth, just about to speak when the realizing Xue Ziqing cried out and pounced forward: “Sister He, a thousand mistakes, ten thousand mistakes, it’s all my fault, come at me, don’t hurt Brother Han!”
“Get away! Don’t hurt my mother!” The ghost doll rushed out from He Shimin, lowered its head and directly knocked Xue Ziqing flying.
“Ziqing!” Song Bohan was furious.
Ghost energy surged on his body, he suddenly shook He Shimin away, rushed toward Xue Ziqing’s direction, helped her up from the ground, and glared viciously at He Shimin: “So what if I did it? If not for you, would I have been separated from Ziqing for so long?”
“I never liked you to begin with! You were the one who insisted!”
He Shimin laughed in anger: “People get old, and their face becomes as thick as a city wall. What did I insist on? Did I insist you marry me? Did I insist you sleep with me?”
“Back then, the scholars I, He Shimin, sponsored numbered at least a few hundred, better ones than you were everywhere. If you weren’t like a dog following behind me, caring for me in cold and warmth, would I have chosen you?”
“Now that you’ve had your fill of the bone, you bite the master. Saying I begged you to eat? Song Bohan, if you have any backbone, spit out everything you ate and used from me!”
“Fine! Even if I insisted on you, what about Yan’er? What did he do wrong for you to treat him like this?” He Shimin hated so much she gnashed her teeth: “He is your son!”
“Him being alive is the biggest mistake!” Song Bohan said in a deep voice.
As long as Song Haoyan was still alive, it would always remind him of how he betrayed the beautiful love between him and Ziqing.
So, he had to die!
“Fine! Fine, him being alive is the biggest mistake! Then I see you still being alive as the biggest mistake!” He Shimin sneered, turned into a shadow and rushed toward Song Bohan, hand forming a claw, straight for his chest.
Song Bohan’s expression slightly changed, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes: “If after going to the Underworld you could obediently wait with Yan’er for reincarnation, I could still spare your life, but now, you’re delivering yourself to the door!”
“He Shimin, don’t blame me.”
With that, Song Bohan also charged toward He Shimin, each move and stance carrying the intent to take her life.
The ghost doll shrieked, turned into a black light and rushed into the battlefield: “Mother, I’ll help you!”
“Brother Han, be careful!” Xue Ziqing also rushed up, the four ghosts fought into a tangle, flying sand and rolling stones in front of the Reincarnation Inn, the clashes between ghost power and ghost power forming shockwaves constantly impacting the surroundings, the other ghosts who had come to the Reincarnation Inn all scattered away.
“Ouch, what’s this, suddenly starting a fight?”
“Seems like they had a feud in life, coming for revenge after death, hey, there’s even a ghost doll! That child-killing ghost is really heartless!”
“Daring to fight at the inn doorway, not afraid of being caught by the Underworld officials?”
Song Bohan was originally full of confidence, thinking with Ziqing’s help he could definitely take He Shimin’s life, but he didn’t expect He Shimin to be much harder to deal with than he imagined.
Not to mention she had the ghost doll helping her, moves especially eerie, he this old ghost who had lived comfortably in the Underworld for several years simply couldn’t cope.
Soon, Song Bohan and Xue Ziqing were jointly beaten down to the ground by He Shimin and her child.
He Shimin’s eyes were red with fighting, hand forming a claw straight for his head.
Just at that moment, who knows which ghost shouted: “Underworld officials are coming!”
Song Bohan’s face lit up with joy, Underworld officials were coming! He was saved!
He looked at He Shimin, gave her a provocative smile, mouth opening and closing: “You’re done.”
He Shimin making a move at the Reincarnation Inn doorway would definitely be punished!
He Shimin’s face darkened, wanting to disregard everything and just kill Song Bohan, the ghost doll used all its strength to hold her back: “Mother, calm down! Calm down! He’s doing it on purpose! He’s deliberately provoking you!”
“Mother, wait and see my performance!”
He and his mother had finally come to the Underworld, they couldn’t waste the reincarnation opportunity they obtained just because of a rotten person.
As the Underworld officials approached menacingly, before Song Bohan could speak, the ghost doll rushed straight over, plopped down kneeling before the Underworld officials, sobbing: “Esteemed Underworld official adults, my mother and I acted purely out of necessity, we really couldn’t hold back upon seeing our enemy from life!”
“Whatever punishment my mother and I deserve, we accept, but before that, I want to accuse Song Bohan of murdering his wife and son! He doesn’t deserve reincarnation!”
Song Bohan’s face changed drastically: “Song Haoyan! You!”
He looked up in panic at the Underworld officials: “Adults, don’t listen to him…”
The Underworld officials had no patience to hear his explanation, with a wave of the hand, soul-locking chains flew forward and locked the four ghosts: “Take them all away, take them to the Judge, redo the good and evil judgment!”
Seeing Song Bohan’s face instantly become ugly, He Shimin laughed, and said to him: “You’re done.”
Last time’s good and evil judgment, she didn’t know how Song Bohan had gotten through, but this time, she definitely wouldn’t let him off.
Want to reincarnate? No way! Go to hell!
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The Underworld matters didn’t affect Nan Yuanman, after she faced the wall in reflection with Feng Yanxiu and Feng Jingcheng for half an hour, they sneaked off together to eat.
After eating, she shouldered the little hoe and went to the back garden to look at her vegetable patch, weeding, fertilizing, watering.
Feng Jingcheng saw her happily playing by herself, took out his mobile phone to play a game, after finishing the game and looking up, good grief, the sister who was clean and fragrant just moments ago had in the blink of an eye become a dirty mudball.
Feng Jingcheng: “…”
He disgustedly went forward, picked up Nan Yuanman to wash her, water just filled when he suddenly received a call from Xiao Qidong.
From the mobile phone came his sneaky voice: “Brother Feng, Brother Feng, guess who I just saw?”
“Spit it out if you have something to say.”
“Zheng Zi’ang! I saw Zheng Zi’ang, damn! But wasn’t there a rumor before that he died?”
