The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 259 Doing the same thing as you
Lang Jiuchuan picked out a one-foot-long piece of camphor wood. Since it wasn't long, she carried it herself and asked the shopkeeper what the woman had just bought.
The timber merchant, surnamed Cheng, sighed upon hearing this and said, "She ordered a large piece of willow wood to make a coffin and asked me to deliver it to Feng's Coffin Shop. This Mrs. Song is also a pitiful person. She has top-notch embroidery skills. She once embroidered a Guanyin image using the double-sided embroidery technique. It is said that the embroidery was lifelike, very compassionate, and full of spirit. It was even sent to the palace by a nobleman and is being worshipped by him."

Boss Cheng sighed, "She was very capable. With her embroidery skills, she supported a scholar who passed the imperial examination. She was about to become the wife of a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) and enjoy a life of luxury. But then, misfortune struck. The scholar, Song, died. From then on, all sorts of bad luck befell her. Her husband died, her parents-in-law died, and even her pet cat couldn't escape the calamity. She's like a cursed star. Now, even her daughter is about to die."

He then exclaimed, "That's not right. If that's the case, then a coffin made of willow wood would be big enough for an adult."

Lang Jiuchuan felt a chill in his heart.

An adult coffin. She looks so dead, and her daughter is about to die too. Could it be that she's planning to share a coffin with her daughter?

Lang Jiuchuan didn't ask any more questions, and walked out carrying the timber. Fu Qi frowned and said, "Could that evil spirit following that young lady just now be the culprit who harmed her family?"

“He has no karmic burdens that harm living souls, but that Lady Song’s face is dull and lifeless, with dark clouds gathering in the heavens, and the god of misfortune possessing her. She is unlucky and will first harm her relatives, and then others.” Lang Jiuchuan said, “According to what Boss Cheng said, she was originally a person who had a smooth life. Suddenly she is like this, as if her fate has been disturbed.”

Fu Qi is puzzled: can changing one's destiny alter one's fate?

Lang Jiuchuan then recounted what had happened to Master Xue.

Fu Qi gasped: "You mean her fate was also changed?"

"I don't know her birth date and time, so it's hard to say. There might be other reasons," Lang Jiuchuan said calmly. "What they are, we'll have to wait for her to come and ask me for help."

Aren't you going to take the initiative to ask her for help?

Lang Jiuchuan shook his head: "I have already pointed out the way out of her confusion, which is to show her a chance for survival. Whether she can seize this chance depends on her own choice. If she can't, then it is fate. Medicine can't cure all diseases, Buddha saves those who are destined, and the Tao is the same."

Madam Song returned to her small courtyard with a box of pastries from Su Fang Zhai. She opened the locked door and was met with an indescribable smell, but she seemed oblivious. She walked straight to the bedside, stood there for a while, and then, with trembling hands, lifted the covers.

A little girl, no more than five or six years old, with her limbs bound by chains, suddenly saw the light, looked over, let out a roar, and then began to sob.

Song Niangzi's tears welled up instantly, and she quickly wiped them away, saying, "Die'er, Mother brought you some pastries from Su Fang Zhai, including your favorite snowflake cake."

She removed the gag from the child's mouth, and the child immediately roared, "You bitch, let me go! You killed my father and my grandparents, wasn't that enough? Now you want to kill me too? Everyone else is dead, why don't you die? Go die..."

Madam Song covered her mouth, but she raised her head and bit down hard, using all her strength until blood flowed freely.

"It'll be soon, Die'er, wait a little longer, let's go together, mother and daughter." Madam Song murmured, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

Song Yuedie suddenly quieted down, her eyes regained their clarity, and she opened her mouth, calling out softly for her mother.

Madam Song rushed over and hugged her, kissing her face repeatedly: "Mother's here, Mother's here."

"Mother, my head hurts so much."

Madam Song froze. She peeked out, screamed, and collapsed to the ground. She grabbed the dagger hidden under the bed, tears streaming down her face.

The All-Purpose Shop can relieve a woman's worries.

Suddenly, those cold words resurfaced in her mind.

Everything Shop, Everything Shop... At that time, Lang Jiuchuan arrived at Tongtian Pavilion and sat down in a private room under the disdainful gaze of Manager Piao.

Before A Piao could even ask what business she had, Lang Jiuchuan waved his hand and said, "Come, greet Manager Piao and say hello."

Fu Qi appeared before the ghost with a lively and ethereal presence. Upon seeing the armor and the dense, malevolent aura emanating from him, the ghost asked, "Where did you summon such a ghost general?"

Although he is not as powerful as Lord Zhong, the ghost general who serves his master, his ferocious power is already destined. If he can cultivate it properly, he will become an extremely fierce ghost general.

Lang Jiuchuan explained Fu Qi's origins and concluded, "Now that the matter is settled, he has become attached to me and is unwilling to reincarnate, so I can only make arrangements for him. It's not that I want to make him work hard, but I saw that Manager Piao looks down on my little shop, and he's idle, so I'm planning to have him do the same kind of work as you...

The ghost stared wide-eyed.

What does it mean to do the same thing?

He was a proper and shrewd manager.

"Look at him, he exudes a fierce aura that's already quite formidable. With such a menacing presence, is he sure he can attract customers by sitting down in the shop, instead of scaring them away?" the ghost said, twitching.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "I will imprint a soul mark on him to control him. In addition, he will read some Taoist and Buddhist scriptures to cultivate his mind and character. Most importantly, he will learn to cultivate the ghost path from you so that he can control this evil spirit. Actually, it doesn't matter if he is a little fierce. It will make people think of my extraordinary abilities in all things."

"Heh heh, just wait to lose money!" the ghost sneered.

Fu Qi frowned. He was also known as the White-Faced General, a scholar-general. Was he really that fierce?

The question came out unconsciously.

“You swallowed a living soul, which gave rise to a malevolent aura, which then transformed into a fierce aura. It is the fierceness in your soul, not in your appearance,” Lang Jiuchuan said. “Actually, it is a kind of temperament, a fierce one, that makes even ghosts tremble and retreat in fear.”

Fu Qi remained silent for a long time, then pointed at him and said, "But he's not afraid of me."

The ghost laughed: "You still think I'm afraid of you? You'll have to cultivate for another hundred years or so."

Lang Jiuchuan immediately said, "Don't look down on people. He treats me as a ghost, and I will use my soul incense to nourish his soul. As long as you cultivate properly, you may not be his match."

A ghost: "!"

Is this showing off, or is it revenge for my past ungratefulness?
"Oh, then let's cultivate. Let me see how powerful you can be." He glanced at Fu Qi, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Then give him a cultivation manual for the Ghost Path and guide him into the field."

The ghost slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Why should I? Do you think I'm stupid? Besides, he hasn't even formally become an apprentice."

Fu Qi knelt on one knee: "Fu Qi greets Master!"

A ghost: "..."

No, when did he become a master? This person doesn't learn anything good, but his first lesson is to be influenced by bad company. He's learning to be a scoundrel first.
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