The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 260 Langjiu, whom outsiders consider insignificant?
A Piao was forced to become a master and senior, and only after Fu Qi finished kneeling did he belatedly realize that something was wrong.

Looking at Fu Qi's intense, malevolent aura enveloping his soul, he remembered.

"Your all-purpose shop isn't just catering to the dead, is it?" the ghost said. "How many of the dead are truly wealthy enough to give you gold and silver? Would you really ask them to dig up their own burial goods? Don't you find that unlucky?"

Fu Qi's eyebrows twitched; it seemed he had forgotten something.

Lang Jiuchuan said, "The Wanshi Shop deals with both the living and the dead by day and night. Of course, I won't just do business with the dead; I'll do business with the living too."

“That’s right. If you’re doing business with living people, how can he be the shopkeeper? Not everyone can have the ability to see ghosts.”

Lang Jiuchuan smiled: "Isn't this a case of 'no one visits Tongtian Pavilion without a reason'? Since you've come, you must have something to ask. Look, you're already a master, and they've become your apprentices, shouldn't you give them a gift for becoming an apprentice? Something like..."

Her bright eyes were fixed on his paper body.

A ghost: "!"

Shameless! No wonder something was wrong; they were waiting right here.

"I've noticed your skin is unusually thick, maybe three feet thick," the ghost sneered. "This paper body of mine was made for me by my master in my likeness. Do you expect his soul to walk in my image?"

"I feel that our time has come, and I can get to know your master. What do you think?" Lang Jiuchuan's gaze drifted towards the back hall.

"You're dreaming!" the ghost said, remembering something. "Also, didn't you say before that you could make paper figures like this? What are you doing now?"

Lang Jiuchuan sighed: "I have carried thousands of Fu family soldiers through, and my mental strength is already at its limit. Right now, I am just putting on a brave face. In reality, my magic power is depleted, and I need to recuperate for a while."

Ah Piao scoffed, "Keep making this up, I don't believe a damn thing!"

Lang Jiuchuan touched her nose. Although it wasn't as serious as she described, she was indeed mentally and physically exhausted. Fortunately, the Fu family army had provided feedback on the return of merit points, otherwise she would have had none at all.

However, if I can play the innocent rabbit, then I'll play it for a bit. Hey you, aren't you going to come out and meet me?

Seeing that the ghost was unyielding, Lang Jiuchuan coughed lightly: "Fine, since you don't have any, how about giving me some materials to make a paper body? I'll make it for him myself, since he's my ghost."

She looks so wronged; anyone who didn't know better would think she'd been mistreated.

A Piao really wanted to tease her a bit, but Lang Jiuchuan said quietly, "I plan to go into seclusion for a while and make more soul incense. I've gained a lot of merit, so I estimate that with the power of the talisman, I can make a few sticks of merit incense."

The ghost immediately shut up!

Incense for merit? There's such a wonderful thing?
"Keep him here. I'll train him myself. But I can't do anything about the paper body. You'll have to draw it yourself. My master isn't someone anyone can just order around. Don't push your luck, or I might just throw you out!" Ah Piao snorted.

"Impossible, we're destined to be together!"

The ghost, caught off guard, replied, "It is indeed an injustice, an injustice suffered by the enemy."

As soon as he said that, he knew something was wrong and quickly looked at Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan pretended not to hear, his eyes never wavering, only looking towards the back hall, his eyes darkening.

Are they enemies?

A hanged ghost crawled into his head, and Fu Qi's murderous aura surged, scaring him so much that he shrank back: "Shopkeeper, a customer has come looking for you."

Oh no, how come there's a killer in the room where the shopkeeper and that person were meeting?
That scared the hell out of me.

"The staff of Tongtian Pavilion, whether you can see them or not, are all ghosts." Manager Piao said to Fu Qi, then stood up: "I'll be right back."

The room fell silent.

Fu Qi remained silent for a long time before asking, "Such a large shop, and all the people employed are ghosts and spirits. Is the master behind this also a celestial master like you, Miss?" Lang Jiuchuan looked at the dark red door in the back hall and said, "You might not believe it, but I don't know if he is a human or a ghost. But whatever he is, he must be a powerful figure."

Such high praise.

“I will go back and carve a memorial tablet for you. You can stay at Tongtian Pavilion for now and learn how to cultivate the Ghost Path from Manager Piao. I see that they have their own set of methods, which should be more suitable for you than what I know.”

"You also know about the ways of ghosts, young lady?"

Lang Jiuchuan hummed in agreement, then frowned again. Her soul was incomplete, and she had forgotten her past life. Many things came to her instinctively, including everything she knew.

As her soul grew stronger, her abilities became clearer, and she knew how to unleash their full power.

Lang Jiuchuan lowered his eyes.

She must have been an extremely powerful Taoist priest in the past.

While I was lost in thought, the wooden fish cried out from the Little Nine Towers. It was the remnant soul that Lang Jiuchuan had almost forgotten that suddenly went mad.

He seemed to have been suddenly stimulated, and his whole body was filled with fear and unease. His soul, which had been nurtured for some time and had become solidified, was running wild, wanting to break out of the Little Nine Tower, yet also fearing it.

He was muttering something as he came.

Who is coming?
Lang Jiuchuan, with his sharp ears, heard footsteps outside, as well as the voices of the ghost and one of the people talking.

Looking at the remnant soul, she had an idea. She told Fu Qi to go in and subdue him, while she opened the door herself. Just then, she saw the ghost leading a refined yet somewhat aloof middle-aged man into the room.

The other party clearly hadn't expected the private room to open suddenly. When their eyes met Lang Jiuchuan's, the other party's gaze sharpened for a moment, carrying a hint of barely perceptible malice.

But when he saw Lang Jiuchuan, this delicate woman, he instantly reverted to his refined and gentle demeanor, as if that glance had been nothing more than an illusion.

Lang Jiuchuan also pretended to be frightened by the stranger, turned around and retreated back to the private room, closing the door behind him.

She was young and frail, and her complexion was not the healthy rosy glow of her youth, but rather pale, as if she were sickly from a weak birth.

A frail and timid little girl.

Nothing to worry about.

The man completely relaxed.

The ghost stood beside him, keenly sensing the man's sudden shift from tension to relaxation. Her eyes flickered, but her face remained adorned with that shrewd, knowing smile.

It makes people feel that he is just a shopkeeper, and indeed he is just a shopkeeper, only slightly different from ordinary shopkeepers.

"Mr. Liu Feng, please come in." A Piao smiled and gestured for him to enter. After the man went in, he followed him in, glancing subtly at the private room where Lang Jiuchuan was.

His calling out "Po Ming" was clearly meant to tell Lang Jiuchuan who this person was.

Mr. Liu Feng was unaware of Lang Jiuchuan's feigned panic, but he knew that Lang Jiuchuan was playing dumb.

But that delicate, protective facade made people believe it.

Tsk.

Believing that means you're blind.

I wonder what's so strange about Liu Feng that made her pretend to be weak and delicate?