Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Hemp-clad Grandmother broke into eerie cackles at his words. She immediately had the six Yellow Turban Strongmen lift her sedan chair and replace the Red-Dressed Female Ghosts.
Hemp-clad Grandmother had carefully selected these female ghosts over the course of centuries.
Every one of them was as beautiful as a flower, well-read, and perfectly mannered.
They exchanged glances, then shyly curtsied to Chen Daji.
“We thank our husband for his consideration.”
Being called “husband” sent Chen Daji over the moon. At last, he felt all his hard work had been worthwhile.
His beady eyes roamed back and forth over the row of female ghosts before him.
Heh heh, wonderful. They all had big butts!
The drool running from his mouth washed a trail through the dried blood at the corner of his lips.
He looked even more witless than a landlord’s idiot son.
Just as Chen Daji sank into fantasies of his blissful future, a metallic clang dragged him back to reality. A knife had fallen to the ground.
Hemp-clad Grandmother cackled. “Stop hesitating, you little bastard. Hurry up and slit your throat!”
Luckily, Chen Daji still retained a shred of reason. After an agonizing struggle, he decided he would win over Li Yun first, and then they could all hang themselves together…
He could not play favorites, could he?
Besides, Big Brother and Fei’er were getting married tonight. There would not even be a place left for his own wedding night…
“Big Brother, do you want the zombie chief’s armor?”
“You’d look awesome in it!”
Hua Jiunan smiled and shook his head. “Keep it for yourself.”
“The helmet should be especially useful to you. Wear it when you sleep in class, and you won’t have to worry about the teacher pelting your head with chalk.”
After thinking it over, Chen Daji decided Hua Jiunan made an excellent point.
He immediately put the helmet on.
The six Red-Dressed Female Ghosts came forward together and shyly helped him into the entire suit of armor.
As the saying went, clothes made the man and tack made the horse. Once Chen Daji donned that vicious-looking armor… he somehow looked even sleazier.
Zhang Liang had stood a full three meters tall, so with Chen Daji inside his armor, it looked as though a marmot had crawled into a human suit of plate.
Add the crooked helmet and his face covered in snot, zombie spit, and blood, and he looked exactly like a traitor who had infiltrated their ranks.
Everyone burst out laughing, but Chen Daji remained blissfully unaware.
He did eventually remove the armor, though not because it looked hideous. It chafed his crotch, and he worried it might interfere with the development of his most important parts.
Eighth Master Chang saw his chance and immediately put on his most ingratiating smile.
“Daji, if you don’t want it, can you give it to me?”
“I’m not afraid it’ll stunt my development!”
Chen Daji had never been stingy. Besides, he and Eighth Master Chang were kindred spirits who regretted not meeting sooner.
“It’s yours, Eighth Master.”
“But it’s really heavy. You won’t be able to run as fast in it!”
Eighth Master Chang’s face instantly filled with disgust.
In the mind of an escape artist like Eighth Master, anything that slowed him down was worthless!
Even the strongest fortress would crumble beneath an overwhelming attack.
Only speed could guarantee survival!
With the Yellow Turban Ghost calamity resolved, the heads of the great spirit medium clans entered the ancient tomb for another inspection.
They called it an inspection, but they were really searching for spoils. Unfortunately, they came away empty-handed.
With Hu Qingshan leading them, the Immortal Spirits bade Hua Jiunan farewell and departed for their respective homes.
They had slain the fierce deity Zhang Liang and wiped out tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers in a single battle, accumulating an immense amount of netherworld merit.
The Immortal Spirits needed to return to their clan territories to meditate and cultivate.
Only Old Sixth Hui stayed behind. He caught Hua Jiunan before he could leave.
“Please wait a moment, young master physician. My little ones have something good for you.”
As he spoke, a group of little mice emerged from the ancient tomb in neat formation, carrying two human-skin scriptures and numerous crystal-clear jade bottles.
They ran incredibly fast, squeaking happily along the way, and reached Hua Jiunan’s feet in the blink of an eye.
After rising onto their hind legs and bowing to Hua Jiunan with their forepaws cupped, they set down the human-skin scriptures and the jade bottles, then burrowed back underground.
Old Sixth Hui bent down and picked up the books. One was titled *The Taiping Dao Scripture of Talismans*.
The other was titled *The Taiping Dao Scripture of Strongmen*.
“Young master physician, these are the two great secret arts of Taiping Dao.”
“Unfortunately, even after my little ones searched Zhang Liang’s lair from top to bottom, they couldn’t find the Taiping Corpse-Raising Art.”
“The jade bottles are all filled with pills. You will have to determine their uses yourself.”
Chen Daji’s eyes lit up at the sight of so many treasures.
He immediately took off his down jacket, bundled everything inside it, and slung it over his shoulder.
“Sixth Brother Hui, you’re amazing!”
“How did Eighth Master and I never think to search underground?”
Old Sixth Hui chuckled.
“Every trade has its specialty.”
“Our clan has been poor for so long that we’ve gotten into the habit of picking up any junk other people leave behind.”
Hua Jiunan opened a jade bottle and sniffed its contents.
“Sixth Brother, once I understand the medicinal properties, I’ll set aside whatever you need and divide the rest equally among the clans.”
“As for these two Taiping Dao scriptures…”
Old Sixth Hui cut him off.
“Fates may be noble or humble, and every person has opportunities meant for them alone.”
“The young master physician should decide everything. Such matters cannot be forced!”