Chapter 51: The Ghost Pill of the Western Demon King

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After all, he wasn’t a professional ghost hunter, just an opera singer. Going over wouldn’t help much. Yang Xuan felt at ease lying on the sofa, scrolling through short videos. When he saw videos with beautiful women, he swiped past them without a second thought—women would only slow down his work. No way would they disturb his path.

Just then, the King of the Underworld returned.
“Master.”
“You’re just in time. How’s the West Hua Ghost King doing now?” Yang Xuan sat up, curious as he looked at the Underworld King. After defeating that evil spirit, he and the Enchantress had left West Hua Valley, while the Underworld King stayed behind, searching for the one-star Ghost Emperor and the West Hua Ghost King’s whereabouts.
“Found him.” The Underworld King smiled, though the grin looked awkward no matter how you saw it.
“Maybe you should stop smiling,” Yang Xuan said, his mouth twitching involuntarily as he noticed the grin stretched almost to the back of his ears. This creature... did it not realize how ugly its true form was? It might be good for scaring people.
“Understood, Master.” The Underworld King was now completely obedient to Yang Xuan, though it might have its own thoughts on some matters. But whenever Yang Xuan spoke, it obeyed unconditionally.
“I’ve extracted the Ghost Pill from the West Hua Ghost King, Master. Here it is.” The Underworld King immediately produced a black pill.
“This is a damn Ghost Pill?” Yang Xuan couldn’t help but curse again. The thing smelled revolting, incredibly disgusting.
The Underworld King didn’t mind at all, having recently devoured that fierce spirit pill. The West Hua Ghost King’s Ghost Pill was useless to him.

Suddenly, the cleaver-wielding little ghost dashed over.
“Ah pu, ah pu…”
“Ah pu, ah pu, ah pu…” The little ghost gestured anxiously, unable to speak and having to rely on body language.
Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, staring for a while.
“You want this Ghost Pill?”
“Ah pu, ah pu.”

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The cleaver-wielding little ghost nodded repeatedly. Yang Xuan finally understood the little ghost’s meaning and without hesitation threw the Ghost Pill to it.
“After you eat it, refine it well. You’ll have to take care of this household in the future.” His belongings weren’t for free consumption.

So far, the Underworld King was his professional enforcer, and the cleaver little ghost was almost his professional housekeeper. Not only responsible for cleaning and cooking, but also for escorting him wherever he needed to go. This was much faster than taking public transport.

“Underworld King,” Yang Xuan suddenly called the Underworld King’s name. The Underworld King shivered and stood straight.
“Yes!”
“There’s another task. Go keep an eye on the agent department nearby. If you find them collecting any treasures recently, report to me immediately.”

Though he wouldn’t compete with them, if they came begging for money next time, he’d make sure to calculate the interest properly. Yang Xuan bit his teeth in thought.

Before he finished giving instructions, his phone rang again.
“Is this Master Lin? I’m from Huangjia Village. Recently, some supernatural events have occurred here. We wonder if you could come to handle them.”
“Sure, send me the address.”

Realizing he hadn’t performed a ghost opera for almost a week, Yang Xuan quickly packed his things. He almost forgot his old profession. It was still more comfortable and smooth to stick to what he knew best.

Soon, the address of Huangjia Village appeared on his phone.
“Cleaver little ghost, take me there.”
“Ah pu, ah pu…” The little ghost transformed again into a cloud of smoke, enveloping Yang Xuan.

The things for eating were all stored in the system warehouse. Yang Xuan wasn’t worried about exposing himself and harming the little ghost. Moreover, the little ghost had already signed a contract with him, so even if those things were in front of it, it wouldn’t be affected.

Ten minutes later, Yang Xuan stood at the entrance of Huangjia Village.
“I’m Yang Xuan. Your village chief invited me here to perform a ghost opera,” he said, noticing several elderly women chatting nearby.
“Ghost opera? What’s that?”
“Better watch yourself. Didn’t you hear? Someone died recently. This master was probably invited to help the spirit rest.”
“You mean Huang Erya, that girl?”
“That’s right.”

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The elderly women chatted away but no one responded directly to Yang Xuan. Seeing this, he didn’t rush but sat beside them.
“What’s the story with Huang Erya?”

Since the village chief hadn’t arrived yet, he could gather some information about what was going on. The elderly women warmly welcomed him as he approached.
“You don’t know how tragic Huang Erya’s death was.”
“She was the first female university graduate from our village, but someone defiled her at school.”
“Her father had arranged a good marriage for her—with the village chief’s son.”
“But Huang Erya felt ashamed of the village and jumped to her death.”
“Her body has been brought back, but every night, you can hear her crying in the village.”
“Master, now that you’re here, can you solve this problem?”

All eyes were on Yang Xuan again. He frowned—so it was suicide. But that didn’t make sense. If she’d committed suicide, her spirit would be haunting the one who defiled her, not wandering around the village. There must be more to this.

After careful thought, so far he could only use the divine powers of Bao Zheng and Guan Yu for possession. Maybe it was time to consider inviting a new deity. Who would be more suitable for this situation?

Just as Yang Xuan was pondering, the village chief hurriedly arrived at the village entrance.
“You must be Master Lin. I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
“I’ve learned some details. Is there anything else you’d like to add?”

Yang Xuan hadn’t decided which deity to invite yet, so he first communicated with the village chief to see if anything was missing. This way, when inviting a deity, he could choose the most appropriate one.

“Huang Erya was a poor soul. I was planning to marry her to my son. Who would have thought this would happen?” The village chief angrily pounded his thigh.
“Where is Huang Erya’s body now?” Yang Xuan asked, carefully observing the chief’s expression.

Why did the village chief look so strange when speaking? It was as if he knew something but was hiding it from him. If it were truly for Huang Erya’s sake, why would he keep secrets?