After I stopped being a lady from a rich family, I fought all over the capital

Chapter 59: Evil Ghosts Are Never Reasonable

"Hey hey!"

"My butt—hah, it hurts so much."

The black shadow fell to the ground, whimpering and screaming in pain, as shrill as a wild cat in heat. As it was scratching the door, its tail was stepped on.

"Miss Song." Pei Yuanshi looked at the black shadow that was about to devour Song Lan. It fell to the ground with a thud, shattered a few times, and then reunited. He was so shocked that he stuttered.

"Such a strong aura of resentment..."

Pei Yuanshi looked at the black shadow with full vigilance.

"Ah? What?"

A resentful and evil spirit?

Liu Wu suspected that his ears were broken.

"What is the evil spirit?"

Why do I feel like I can understand each individual note, but when they are put together, I don't quite understand them.

Pei Yuanshi's expression was solemn: "This baked Hu pancake is attached with the resentment of the dead, so it has formed a curse."

"Anyone who eats this cursed Hu pancake must either have great fortune to offset the impact of the evil spirits, or they can only -"

He pursed his lips and said in a heavy voice: "Become a scapegoat!"

"what?"

Liu Wu blinked, feeling that this routine seemed familiar.

"A baked Hu pancake version of a water ghost?"

He remembered that when he was a child, he often heard the elders say that if a person dies in water, he will become a water ghost, hiding in the water and looking for a scapegoat.

Only by finding a scapegoat can one be reincarnated.

Otherwise, you will be a water ghost and suffer in the water for your whole life.

Why do you have to find a scapegoat even when baking Hu Bing?

Liu Wu scratched his head, confused.

Pei Yuanshi hummed, not knowing how to explain for a moment.

After thinking about it carefully, he said, "You can understand it this way!"

His face was heavy: "I just don't know why the evil spirit that left resentment on this baked Hu pancake would do this."

Pei Yuanshi looked up at the vendor selling Hu Bing: "I saw that the vendor seemed to have known about the weirdness of this Hu Bing before. Could you explain it to us?"

His eyes became sharper: "Have you ever offended or killed anyone in the past?"

Like this, the resentment and evil spirit attached to the last two Hu pancakes of this vendor must be from someone who has a connection or relationship with this vendor.

"I, I don't have it." The vendor was shocked and waved his hands.

His expression made Pei Yuanshi even more suspicious.

"No?"

"If you didn't kill anyone, why would this evil spirit haunt you alone?"

No one could see the black shadow falling to the ground, but they all heard Pei Yuanshi's words.

Soon, a lot of people gathered around, pointing at the vendors and whispering.

"Wang Jia Dalang actually killed someone?"

"Oh my god! I really can't believe it... Wang Jia Dalang usually looks like such an honest person."

"Who did he harm?"

More and more people followed Pei Yuanshi's words and suspected that the vendor, Wang Jiadalang, had killed someone.

"No, no, I didn't! I didn't kill anyone!"

Wang Jiadalang was terrified and explained to everyone anxiously: "I don't know why this happened. I really didn't kill anyone!"

He looked at Pei Yuanshi: "Master, why do you want to slander me like this?"

"I don't know, I really don't know anything!"

Wang Jia Dalang squatted on the ground holding his head in pain and cried bitterly.

He didn't understand that he was just doing business honestly, trying to make more money to support his family.

Why did this happen...

Pei Yuanshi frowned, and when he heard that more and more people around him were almost following his words and convicting Wang Jia Dalang, and even said they would report to the police and have him arrested, he realized belatedly that he seemed to have done something wrong and said something wrong. He looked flustered and a little at a loss. He met Song Lan's eyes, and felt the coldness between her eyebrows, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

Song Lan was about to say something.

"What's wrong with you guys? Do you know how much harm such words can do to innocent people? Without any evidence, you accuse someone of a crime with just a few words. What will you do if it turns out to be a misunderstanding in the end? Will you die to atone for your sins?"

Liu Wu loudly scolded the people around him who were watching the fun, with an extremely serious expression.

Song Lan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Then he curled the corners of his mouth, showing a bit of satisfaction that he had a teachable child.

This silly boy, his feelings are really pure.

"It's really not the business of the roasted Hu pancake vendor."

Song Lan spoke softly, glancing at the dark shadow on the ground: "Qian Duolai, a native of the capital, lives in Tongshanfang, wanders around the West Market all year round, making a living by selling his ancestral property and doing odd jobs."

The black shadow shook noticeably twice, and it was obvious that his emotions were fluctuating.

"Three months ago, I bought the last two Hu pancakes from Wang Jia Dalang's roasted Hu pancake stall and took them home to eat."

"I don't want to choke on my food because I'm in a hurry."

"Eventually died accidentally."

Song Lan raised his foot and kicked the black shadow: "After death, he was unwilling to resign himself, and wandered in the human world. His resentment grew day by day, until he turned into a demon and attached himself to Wang Jia Dalang's baked Hu pancakes, hoping to find a scapegoat."

"But you are a new soul, your ghost power is limited, and you can't directly kill people, so you use your own evil spirit to affect the fortune of the person who buys the Hu Bing."

She sneered, "That's why, since a while ago, anyone who bought the last two baked Hu pancakes from Wang Jia Dalang always encounters bad luck."

I don’t know if Song Lan’s words hit the sore spot of the black shadow.

In an instant, the yin energy was overwhelming.

The black shadow suddenly grew in size, and the surging resentful energy almost drowned Song Lan.

"They all deserve to die!"

"Why is it that they were fine eating the last two toasted Hu pancakes, but I choked to death?"

"Why!"

"If I die, you will all be buried with me!"

"All those who bought the last two baked Hu cakes, damn them!"

The black shadow let out a howl and opened its huge mouth like a black hole, trying to swallow Song Lan in one gulp.

"Go to die too!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"Whoever bought the last two baked Hu cakes should be damned! Damn them all!"

“Ahhhhhhhh?”

The black shadow opened its mouth and stopped above Song Lan's head, and could no longer move at all.

"What did you do? Why can't I move?!"

The black shadow was furious and questioned Song Lan.

Song Lan chuckled: "I advise you to let go of your obsession."

The black shadow sneered, disdainfully: "You also want to persuade me like those sanctimonious monks..."

"No, I don't want to."

Song Lan interrupted the black shadow and said, "I just dislike the resentful souls who are too obsessed and wander around the world doing evil. They taste bad."

"I want to eat something that tastes good."

The shadow was confused for a while: "Huh? What do you mean?"

"meaning is--"

Song Lan's lips curled slightly: "The one who talks to you, wants to influence you and save you, will be a heavenly master or a monk, but there is no chance that it will be an evil ghost."

Ouch! ! !
Suddenly, resentment arose in front of the roasted Hu pancake stall, and almost in an instant, it swallowed up the black shadow.

"Evil spirits are never reasonable."

The resentment dissipated, and clarity returned to the surroundings. Song Lan burped softly, frowned slightly, and looked disgusted.

"It tastes terrible."

(End of this chapter)