Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

Wait, who is this guy? He's got some nerve!

Zhou Wenqing completely gave up, too lazy to exert any strength, letting the invisible binding force pull him along slowly behind, his eyes habitually scanning the man in black in front of him, secretly trying to figure out the other's identity.

It wasn't someone he had met before, nor could it be someone from the King of Han's faction.

Zhou Wenqing was well aware of his own worth. Given his status, it was already a great honor for the King of Han to send a loyal follower to him. He would certainly not waste manpower to deal with a half-useless pawn like himself.

But judging from their appearance, they weren't just passing by villagers. How could villagers have such agile skills and courage?

Could they be robbers?

But what kind of robbers would take the body and then bandage up the half-dead, strangely injured person next to them? That's meddling way too much.

Zhou Wenqing frowned and pondered for a long time, until the other party led his physical body into a dilapidated hut. He still had no clue and simply gave up thinking about it.

That's it.

Now that he's just a drifting, lonely soul, why would he bother trying to figure out the identity of a living person?

No need to curry favor, no need to hide anything, and no need to make friends... I don't care who it is!

Let's just assume he's a robber with a high level of professionalism and morality—he only robs money, doesn't take lives, and adheres to a code of honor among thieves.

He hovered in the air, watching as the man in black entered the house and quickly tidied up the dilapidated hut, creating a clean space. Then, he carefully placed the man's body on the worn-out straw mat.

Zhou Wenqing nodded to himself. Yes, a morally upright robber, no doubt about it, truly kind-hearted.

Then he saw the other man take out the money pouch he had just taken from the servant from his pocket, untie the rope, look inside, weigh it in his hand, look at it again, his brows furrowed slightly, showing none of the quickness he had shown before.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally took out a few half-ounce coins, held them in his palm, and muttered something under his breath:

"...I'm still a bit angry. Oh well, I'd better call a doctor, no, apply some medicine to my wounds."

Zhou Wenqing's lips twitched slightly as he listened, feeling somewhat speechless.

Others might not know, but he knew perfectly well that the servant had not only some loose change, but also a full ten gleaming gold ingots!

That was the travel money he had managed to get from the suspicious and stingy King Han after much pleading and persuasion.

On his journey westward, he lived a more frugal life than anyone else, enduring wind and rain, traveling day and night. When hungry, he would eat hardened dry rations, and when thirsty, he would scoop up a mouthful of cold water to tide him over. He couldn't even afford a decent new pair of shoes, all because he was planning that once he entered Qin, no matter how unwilling he was, he would have to carefully conceal his identity and enter the Qin court.

When it comes to dealing with powerful figures, smoothing things over, and bribing officials at all levels, every step will be a money drain.

He had always been penniless and short of money, but this was the first time in his life he had such a large fortune. He gritted his teeth and didn't touch a single penny, keeping it as a last resort to save his life.

That's terrible; the money is still there, but the life is gone.

If he had known this would happen, he would have been better off buying a bottle of wine by the roadside and drinking to his heart's content; he would have been better off getting drunk to death than this!

Zhou Wenqing shrank into mid-air, getting angrier the more he thought about it, and feeling more and more cheated.

Good heavens! Am I not worthy of even a shred of wealth?

He was poor when he was alive, and even worse off when he died. He finally managed to get a gold coin, but he barely heard a sound from it before it was given to someone else. Is there anyone in this world more pathetic than him?

He was seething with anger. He squeezed through the hole in the thatched roof and floated onto the roof. He looked up at the gray sky, his chest heaving several times. He wanted to curse, but the words stuck in his throat.

Although Heaven is blind, what if, just what if Heaven gets bored and happens to take a look down?

He shrank his neck and immediately shut off the engine.

Zhou Wenqing silently tried to save face, trying to calm himself down. After all, he was a scholar; how could he act like a rogue? He needed to be more dignified. Even if he yelled and cursed, what difference would it make?

Okay, so he chickened out.

Being a wandering ghost is better than having your soul scattered!

Thinking of this, he completely gave up on himself. His light, floating soul lay sprawled out on the thatched roof without any regard for his image, completely lying flat and slumped over, letting the mountain wind pass through his empty body, too lazy to move at all.

He completely ignored everything inside the house downstairs.

The man in black and the possessed ghost were all irrelevant to him.

No matter how powerful or malevolent that vengeful ghost is, can it be more powerful than a poor ghost?!

It seems possible...

This vengeful ghost is incredibly powerful!

Zhou Wenqing had no idea how long he had been lying there in self-pity until he heard the long-lost voices of conversation coming from below.

Is this... a case of possession and resurrection?!