Ch 91: The Cannon Fodder Won’t Play Along Anymore [QT]

Mu Xing opened his eyes to see nothing but a tattered curtain.

Just a moment ago, he still remembered leading two clansmen into the deepest part of the sea, where they encountered a whirlpool.

Mermen did not fear such things, and besides, he was already a cultivator of profound skill.

Yet inexplicably, he had been swept inside, his consciousness went dark, and he knew nothing more.

Mu Xing pushed himself up from the bed. He quickly realized that he had not been saved.

He had changed bodies.

Looking down, he saw himself wearing a black robe embroidered with delicate silver patterns along the collar and cuffs. The wrist extending from the sleeve was thin, pale to the point of being bloodless, almost translucent.

This was not his appearance.

A ball of light knocked insistently at the door of his consciousness.

Mu Xing let it in. The light said, “You’ve reincarnated again.”

Mu Xing: “Mm. And you already knew.”

He looked around. Not only was the bed broken, but everything was old and decayed, covered in dust, as though abandoned for countless years.

It shouldn’t be like this.

If not like this, then what should it be?

He thought blankly, and faint images flickered through his mind.

As his memory stirred, the surroundings transformed.

The uneven floor became smooth, broken furniture restored itself and stood neatly in place. Translated on Hololo novels. On the table sat an elegant jade vase with several blooming peach blossoms inside, while faint steam rose from a teapot beside it.

The faded, torn curtain above his head became new again, embroidered with lifelike bamboo patterns.

“This…”

Unlike before, his mind held little memory.

He vaguely recalled being a young master from a noble family, who died after a serious illness.

Thinking of what he had just seen—was he now… a ghost?

*

Outside.

Xiang Feicheng pushed open the main gate. As he and his assistant stepped in, a gust of cold wind brushed past.

He instinctively turned his head.

【Holy shit!】
【Scared me to death!】
【So thrilling! This is way better than a man-made movie.】

Even with his boldness, Xiang Feicheng’s heart skipped—because with the aid of his instruments, he clearly saw what that cold wind had been.

A blood-soaked, limping “ghost” had just passed by him, without so much as a glance.

【Looks like this guy jumped off a building?】
【Tsk tsk, where’s he heading?】
【So many red dots in this courtyard. The magnetic field here is strong. Wonder why.】

Xiang Feicheng was curious too.

For two years he had visited many such magnetic spots and seen plenty of ghosts.

But this mansion, though not particularly large, had somehow drawn in so many spirits in just half a month. It was incredible.

What was more absurd—the house right next door, separated by only a wall, was completely clean, with nothing at all.

This whole architectural complex, yet only this one house was like a basin gathering yin energy, luring crowds of spirits.

He swallowed hard and said, “Feels like we’re in for a big harvest today. Honestly, if I didn’t know that these souls exist in a different dimension, unable to touch or even notice me, I’d be pretty scared.”

【You’re already amazing. Those viewers screaming for thrills—if they had to face this themselves, they’d run faster than anyone.】

Xiang Feicheng walked forward, narrating, “We’ve just entered the front courtyard. You can see the whole layout is a traditional garden design. The mansion is big—up ahead is an ancient tree, said to be over a thousand years old… Holy shit!”

The livestream chat erupted in echoes of “holy shit.”

Something had suddenly dropped from the tree branches. Looking closer—it was a female ghost with disheveled hair.

Her face was pale, eyes bulging, tongue lolling long from her mouth—a hanging ghost.

She wore a red dress, clearly not from this era.

She fixed her bulging eyes on Xiang Feicheng, exhaling a chilling breath toward him.

Viewers felt the same icy wind against their necks, goosebumps rising instantly.

Xiang Feicheng: “…”

“Stay calm.” He wasn’t sure if he was speaking to himself or to the viewers.

“Some of them can see us, but usually can’t touch us. So don’t worry too much.” As he spoke, he leaned closer, daringly giving the ghost several close-up shots.

“Mm, this one is clearly an ancient ghost. Look at her clothing. I’m not an expert—any viewers who study historical clothing, please enlighten us.”

【Classic Xiang—calm even in the face of horror.】
【That’s why I love his streams. Other hosts bring crowds just to feel brave, stammering when they see a ghost. Too weak.】

The ghost’s bulging eyes shifted, slowly moving toward him.

“It hurts…” she whispered.

Xiang Feicheng couldn’t hear clearly. “What?” he asked instinctively.

The ghost fell silent, hanging on the tree, ignoring him.

Xiang Feicheng said, “Let’s finish our circuit first. Later we’ll see if we can dig out this ghost lady’s story.”

【LOL, every ghost that meets Xiang has to tell a story.】

【Seeing how calm Xiang is, I suddenly don’t find the ghost scary anymore.】

Xiang Feicheng kept walking, but after two steps he felt something was off.

Turning back—good grief. The female ghost was tiptoeing, half-floating in the air, following him closely. Her eerie eyes were fixed straight on him, so close she was nearly pressed against him.

Xiang Feicheng: “…”

His assistant, timid and unequipped with the devices, was starting to panic. “Brother Xiang, why do I feel… so cold?”

【Because there’s a lady ghost standing right next to you!】
【And she’s blowing cold wind!】
【Damn, I’ve got goosebumps all over.】
【The stream started off this intense? I won’t be able to sleep tonight.】

Xiang Feicheng steadied himself, reminding himself these things couldn’t touch him—they were no more than holographic projections.

Calmly, he said, “It’s fine, probably just cooler at night. Let’s keep moving.”

He ignored the ghost trailing behind him and walked forward—only to stumble, nearly tripping over something underfoot.

“You stepped on me.”

“You stepped on me.”

A ghastly pale hand reached out, grabbing for his foot.

Cold sweat broke out over Xiang Feicheng as he instinctively pulled away, then remembered—they couldn’t touch him.

But then, a face as pale as that hand rose from the ground, blood oozing from all seven orifices, glaring at him with hatred.

“You stepped on my head!”

Xiang Feicheng: “…”

Something was wrong.

A chill ran through him as he thought: The spirits in this courtyard… why do they seem so smart?

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