Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

"Zhou Wenqing" trembled even more violently, its transparent spiritual outline shaking uncontrollably, almost leaving afterimages.

He blinked hard in disbelief, one blink after another, as if he wanted to squeeze his eyeballs out, wash them clean, and then put them back in to take a good look.

He simply couldn't understand how a body that was clearly already cold could breathe on its own.

Unfortunately, the facts are clear: it's not an illusion, nor is it a delusion.

Zhou Wenqing swiftly floated to a distance of two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), staring at the resurrected corpse from afar with trepidation, almost crying with fear.

It's over.

This shell... won't it just stand up straight on its own later?

So what should he do? Follow the shell, or stay tethered and drift in place?

Could it be that the vengeful spirit inside its own shell will swallow it whole, or take its place?

No!

Although he was a bit of a coward and mediocre person in his life, he had never done anything immoral that would disgrace his ancestors. If this evil spirit were to take over his body and cause trouble and commit evil everywhere, all the blame and all the sins would eventually fall on Zhou Wenqing's head.

His ancestors in the underworld probably won't come to pick him up for eight lifetimes!

The more Zhou Wenqing thought about it, the more devastated he became, and the more aggrieved he felt. He wanted to look up to the sky and howl.

Good heavens!

What I want is a ghost to chat with and keep me company, not some weird, dirty thing to possess me and take over my body!

Even if you misunderstand, it can't be this far off, can it?

or……

Zhou Wenqing closed his eyes devoutly, clasped his hands together, looked up at the sky, and adopted an unprecedentedly upright posture.

Dear God, since things have already gone this far, why don't you just go all the way and put me back in? Why bother with all this wandering ghosts taking over my place? It's such a hassle.

It's better to return it to its rightful owner. I don't care how broken my shell is!

Clinging to a last, humble hope, he slowly opened his eyes—

The world remained deathly silent. He was the only soul left in the desolate wilderness, trembling in fear at his own resurrected corpse, his defenses crumbling on the spot.

God chose not to respond to his wish for resurrection and return to his rightful place.

But God granted his other wish.

—Another living creature has arrived.

Rustle, rustle.

The soft rustling of dry grass came from afar.

Extremely soft and slow, this subtle sound would have been almost impossible to detect had it not been for this moment.

But as he stood with his hands on his hips, glaring and feeling both cowardly and annoyed, he pondered how to phrase his words to properly argue with this thief—cough!—merciful heavens—why could other ghosts possess him and take over his body, while he, the original soul, was unable to return home or return to his physical form?

He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

At the edge of the field of vision, a figure in black slowly appeared, parting the weeds and approaching silently.

Zhou Wenqing paused for two seconds.

In this desolate wilderness, has someone arrived?

A ridiculous idea flashed wildly through his mind.

isn't it?

This godforsaken place, where no one answers to your cries for help and not even a sparrow bothers to land, suddenly—black cats, vengeful ghosts, and living people all appeared one after another after he made his wish.

Zhou Wenqing belatedly realized that his pupils were trembling.

The value of his wish was surprisingly high.

You should have said so earlier!

If he had known it was so effective, wouldn't it have been better if he had just wished for a life of plenty, peace, wealth, and prosperity while he was still alive, and simply enjoyed his life in comfort?

Why suffer the fate of becoming a wronged soul, watching your own corpse rise from the dead?

Speaking of...

Zhou Wenqing suddenly turned his head stiffly, his gaze landing strangely on the body breathing on its own above and below.

He wished for any living creature—a black cat, a living person—and it all came true.

So what he wished for was a ghost...

Oh no! Could the vengeful ghost inside him be the King of Han who was sent down with him?!

Damn it, Heavens, this is too much! He was exploited while alive, and now he can't escape it even in death. How much money did he owe the King of Han in his past life?!

Just as Zhou Wenqing was filled with grief and indignation, Li Yi had already approached.

He stood before the two corpses, frowning, his gaze sweeping over them carefully, as if trying to discern something.

After a long while, he clicked his tongue, having confirmed the identities of the two men, and regretfully concluded that the mission had failed; the two men were clearly dead.

Then, he casually leaned down and routinely probed Zhou Wenqing's nostrils.

The next second, he sprang up as if he had been struck by lightning.

Li Yi's composure vanished, and he scrutinized Zhou Wenqing with a look of suspicion and uncertainty.

Zhou Wenqing, who witnessed the entire event, stated—

Cool!

That was so awesome!

Finally, someone shared with him this "fear of being dominated by a corpse in the body"!

A sudden surge of indescribable joy welled up inside him. "Zhou Wenqing" floated in mid-air, watching the show with schadenfreude. Seeing the man in black looking utterly bewildered, he mustered his courage and tremblingly extended his fingertip once more.

The moment he sensed that faint airflow, his mind went completely blank, and he stood there frozen in place.

Zhou Wenqing's intense grief and indignation were instantly replaced by a strange sense of balance.

Come on, come on, poor young man, as you can see, you've encountered a ghost!

Quickly think of a way to get rid of the dirty stuff inside this shell!

Peach bow or thorn arrow, do whatever you want with it, don't be shy.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey! You, you, you... you took off his clothes, but you're not allowed to take them off mine, okay?

Zhou Wenqing trembled again as he hugged his transparent self, dumbfounded. When Li Yi came to his senses, his first reaction was to quickly strip the servant of his valuables.

He pulled off his belt, ripped open his purse, rummaged through his clothes, and even pulled off his boots to rummage through them. The movements were so fluid and efficient that it was clear this wasn't his first time doing this.

After peeling it off, he thoughtfully tore off a clean strip of cloth and wrapped it around the "Zhou Wenqing" shell, tying it into a knot after wrapping it twice. His movements were very steady.

Zhou Wenqing's lips twitched.

Is this... the kind of reaction a normal person should have?

It seems like he's less impressive than a human being, and he has absolutely no authority.

When "Zhou Wenqing" saw Li Yi stand up, he stuffed the valuables he had gathered into his bosom, patted the dirt off his clothes, then bent down and carefully scooped up "Zhou Wenqing's" shell. He then found his direction and walked forward.

Then he suffered the consequences.

"Zhou Wenqing" was floating at the limit distance of two zhang when the shell moved. The invisible rope tightened instantly, pulling him violently towards the shell. Before he could react, the entire ghost was dragged and floated half a zhang away.

Like a large dog on a chain, being ruthlessly dragged away by its owner.

Zhou Wenqing: "..."

I'm tired. Let's destroy it!