I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 177 The Immortal Blows Out the Lamp and Burns the Ghost
"You still need clothes?"

Wang Sheng said with concern, "I'm afraid it won't be ready this year. The shop assistants and tailors at the silk shop will have to close for a break. After the New Year, I'll take you to the shop to have some new clothes made. What patterns do you like?"

The woman shook her head and smiled at Wang Sheng.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to buy the clothes I like."

Wang Sheng sized up the woman and thought that Liniang, dressed in a simple ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), was quite beautiful. Her mannerisms and demeanor were like those of a beauty who had stepped out of a painting.

"Then what do you like?"

Wang Sheng recalled the noble ladies he had seen in Chang'an, dressed in jewels, jade, silk, and brocade.

Li Niang did not answer.

Having confirmed that Wang Sheng's appearance was intact, she was no longer worried. She then turned her attention to the people in front of her. For some reason, their gazes were somewhat...evasive. She lowered her head before even noticing their stares.

Li Niang glanced at them and asked with a smile.

"Would you like to take a look inside the study, gentlemen?"

This was exactly what Wang Sheng was thinking.

He was eager to get Mr. Jiang to find out where the evil spirit was hiding, so he quickly invited the group of people behind him into the study.

The wind and snow were shut out.

The group entered the study.

The woman turned around and glanced at it.

Among the crowd, a candlelight illuminated a blue figure. The person was handsome but didn't look at it; instead, he was looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the study.

He was carrying a lamp in his hand.

We are already inside the house, and the room is brightly lit. Why do we need to carry a lantern?

The woman hesitated for a moment before leading the group inside.

The Wang family study was elegantly furnished, containing not only thousands of books but also a specially designed resting couch, reflecting the refinement of a noble family. Normally, Li Bai would have stopped to admire the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls. But now, he didn't even glance at them.

His gaze was fixed on the woman walking ahead.

It wasn't until I witnessed the grotesque, emerald-green ghost gradually donning clothes and transforming into a human form.

He couldn't believe that the woman in front of him was a demon in disguise.

It's just like a real person.

"Taibai".

Seeing that Li Bai's gaze remained fixed on him, Yuan Danqiu tugged at his sleeve to interrupt him.

Li Bai lowered his head and looked away.

The Wang family servants entered the study, none of them uttering a word, their movements trembling slightly.

Pei Ze sensed something was wrong. He overstepped his bounds and ordered his servants to stand guard at the door, forbidding them from wandering around or making any inappropriate remarks. The servants quickly agreed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The group sat down in the study.

Wang Sheng nervously looked around.

The study was the same as before, with many books. On the table was a stretched silk painting, half-finished, depicting half a woman's face. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Li Niang's, perhaps modeled after her.

On the other side, there was a pile of paints and paintbrushes.

He didn't see the blue demon; he didn't know where it had disappeared to. Wang Shengqiang suppressed his worry and fear and asked indirectly.

"Li Niang, have you heard any noises while you've been staying here these past few days?"

The woman thought about it carefully and then shook her head.

"I did not hear it."

Wang Sheng then asked, "Is that really so?"

The woman became curious: "What kind of sound should we hear?"

Wang Sheng fell silent.

Entering his study, he invited Mr. Jiang, Li Bai, Pei Zeyuan, and Danqiu to sit down, poured them tea, and called the servants outside to bring tea and snacks.

The servants trembled.

After the servants left.

Wang Sheng glanced at Liniang, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then cleared his throat.

"Li Niang, I'm telling you the truth, don't panic."

Pei's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed his sleeve.

"Saburo!"

Wang Sheng glanced at him with a smile: "Are you afraid of scaring Li Niang? She's not such a delicate woman."

“Li Niang, there is a wicked ghost in this house. It has a green beast head and a terrifying appearance. It is currently hiding in this study. You should move out for the next few days. Today I will have the servants clear out a courtyard for you…”

Li Niang listened quietly.

His gaze fell upon Yuan Danqiu's Taoist robe, and he also saw the old man next to the Taoist, whose clothes were perfectly seamless.

She sighed softly, her voice still gentle.

"So this is ah……"

"Yes, I have already invited a master." Wang Sheng nodded and reassured him, "Don't be afraid."

The woman looked around the room. The servants had already left. She carefully examined the faces of the people inside, some old and some young. Suddenly, she sighed.

Boundless sorrow.

Her voice was soft.

"There are too many people here, I didn't want to make a move at this time." The candlelight on the wall illuminated her face, which flickered and changed, and ripples seemed to appear on the beautiful woman's face. Then, the human skin on her body peeled off like clothes, revealing a green ghost body.

The demon opened its mouth, revealing its menacing teeth.

She spoke in a gentle, feminine voice.

"Wang Lang..."

Wang Sheng was horrified. He never imagined that the creature that had been his companion for so many days was actually a demon!

……

……

A flurry of activity erupted inside. Wang Sheng clutched his arm as the evil spirit ripped a piece off his shoulder, leaving a bloody, drooping patch of skin.

He was so terrified that he crawled out like a dog.

The servants guarding the door had long since fled in fear.

"Ghost!"

"Help!"

The entire Wang family was thrown into chaos. Some servants saw their master, Ah Lang, injured and were filled with both awe and fear.

"Report this to the madam immediately!"

"Yes, go and summon the Madam!"

Madam Chen sat in her bedroom. She had already written a letter to her father, an official, announcing that she would divorce Wang Sheng after the New Year. She lowered her head, turning the pages of the account books by lamplight, verifying the grain seeds the estate needed to buy next year. She planned to rest soon.

Suddenly, a maidservant rushed in.

With a panicked expression: "Madam, the house is haunted!"

Madam Chen was taken aback.

"Haunted?"

After hearing the maid's tearful account, Madam Chen panicked. She changed into her outer clothes, pushed open the door, and found the maid tightly gripping a stick behind her.

The night was dark, and snow was falling heavily.

What you see in the distance.

The courtyard was a mess, with crooked footprints on the snow. The maid cried out, "All the servants have run away, and we don't know where they've gone now."

The maid was terrified, and gripped the stick tightly, speaking ill of the servants.

“When it’s daylight, Madam must punish them severely! How dare they try to escape!”

The master and servant walked in the wind and snow.

Madam Chen walked along the snowy path, gazing in the direction of the study.

She said, "There are evil spirits in the house, and they fled in the face of danger. This is not their fault. When they return tomorrow, tell Ah Lang not to punish them. Otherwise, who will work for the Wang family in the future?"

The maidservant understood a few things.

"Why doesn't Madam say it herself?"

Mrs. Chen simply stroked her hair.

As they walked, several servants who had fled and attached themselves to them followed behind. These people carried torches, and some even brought out gongs used for exorcism, hoping to bolster their courage and scare away the evil spirits.

……

……

Wang Sheng escaped behind Jiang She.

He was dripping with blood, but he didn't fall behind Mr. Jiang. Wang Sheng didn't care about anything else; he tightly gripped the blue sleeve with one hand and pleaded, crying:
"Mr. Jiang! Help! It's eaten Liniang!"

The old deer mountain god stroked his beard, gazing at the ferocious demon with its emerald face, and recorded Wang Sheng's name on behalf of the city god. He, along with Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu, stood by, watching from afar with their hands in their sleeves.

This evil spirit has harmed countless people. Its fangs are menacing, and the crowd gasps in horror, their legs trembling so badly they can barely stand.

Jiang She's gaze remained calm as he brushed away Wang Sheng's tightly clenched hand.

A person stands in the snow at night, still holding that lamp in their hand.

As everyone panicked and feared, he raised the lamp in his hand.

Blow gently.

"call--"

That flickering candlelight, in everyone's eyes, suddenly became bright and dazzling, as if a spirit had descended upon the evil spirit.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky.

The evil spirit was engulfed in flames.

Madam Chen, accompanied by her servants, rushed to the study and witnessed this scene—

The wind howled fiercely on the snowy night, and the swirling snowflakes danced with the firelight. Amidst the raging flames, a demon wailed in anguish and terror, its piercing cries seeming to shatter eardrums. Its emerald-green form writhed and struggled in the flames, trying to escape, inspiring fear and prompting people to hastily retreat.

And that man in blue.

Still holding a lantern, he stood calmly in the night snow.

Demons and ghosts weep in the night, and flames blaze in the snow.

The immortal blew out the lamp and burned the ghost.

Unmoved.

They will probably never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)