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Huang Xiaolong did not go to sleep immediately—

‘This time, the Gao Family had the audacity to harm my uncle… in an attempt to blackmail me… how ruthless… back in my hometown, there are several formations set up, and my parents are carrying the runes I personally inscribed. Thus, I’m not worried about the Gao Family causing trouble in my hometown… However—’

Huang Xiaolong thought of those connected to him.

Like his wife Song Yuru, along with Cui Feiyan, Su Xiaoman, and others.

If the Gao Family targeted them, that would be a real problem.

It isn’t the fear of being robbed, but of being coveted.

Huang Xiaolong didn’t want those close to him to endure what his uncle suffered, especially the woman he adored…

He had to prevent trouble before it happened.

With a thought, he opened the ghost tube, and a gust of purple wind came howling out.

The next moment, the purple-robed vengeful ghost, the female ghost from the Tang Dynasty, appeared in the bedroom, greeting Huang Xiaolong with a bow and kneeling. “Your servant greets master.”

She didn’t look like a ghost, she was just like a real person.

She was so lively and charming, so stunning.

. She was seen wearing a Lilac dress, with a string of pearls around her neck. Her face was incredibly tender, almost cream-like as if it was about to drip water. She had lively eyes and slender eyebrows.

Her voice was gentle and soft, demeanor coquettish, combined with bright eyes and white teeth, creamy skin – she was indeed a beautiful woman.

But don’t be fooled by her pitiful appearance, she was the most powerful among the vengeful ghosts, the Purple-Robed Ghost – just a step away from the level of Ghost King.

“By the way, what is your name?” Huang Xiaolong asked casually.

“Your servant’s name is ‘Mengyao’.” The Purple-Robed Ghost’s voice was as sweet as honey.

“Oh? I didn’t expect, you are a love ghost…” Huang Xiaolong looked at the Purple Robed Ghost ‘Mengyao’ somewhat surprised.

There were diverse types of ghosts in this world.

There were hanging ghosts, starving ghosts, scorched ghosts, water ghosts…different types of ghosts as far as thirty-six in human world.

But among these, the most peculiar type was the ‘Love Ghost’.

The criteria to become a ‘Love Ghost’ were extremely harsh.

It could be said that ‘Love Ghosts’ are the hardest to form among the thirty-six types of ghosts in the world.

To become a ‘Love Ghost’, the prerequisite is to be a beautiful woman in life, an extraordinarily beautiful woman, a beauty of extreme epitome.

In addition, she must not have been with a man, must be a virgin, even having a boyfriend is unacceptable. In modern terms, she has to be a thorough lily, as pure as a sheet of untouched paper!

Besides, to become a ‘Love Ghost’, she cannot die a premature or accidental death; she must die a natural death.

A woman who satisfies these criteria will harbour regret in her heart after her death, considering she was so beautiful yet she never even had a chance to fall in love. Upon her death, both mentally and physically, she was perfect.

Thus, she would harbor resentment, unable to move on, reincarnating lifecycle after lifecycle, in search of her beloved man to complete her love…

Many descriptions about obsession ghosts can be found within the “Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio”.

These particular spirits are most fond of talented scholars, often taking a physical form to fall in love with them. They assist them in preparing for examinations, grinding ink or paper, adding an atmosphere of love and affection. They would even sacrifice themselves, like a moth to the flame, for love.

The ghost standing before me, named Mengyao, who died during the Tang Dynasty, is indeed a very rare and precious type of obsession ghost – one of the rarest among the thirty-six noted spectra.

“Having lingered here for so many years, witnessing the changes of the world, have you found the man of your dreams to fulfill your lifelong wish?” Huang Xiaolong asked teasingly.

In his mind, he couldn’t help but recall some cheesy TV dramas he had seen about human-ghost love relationships, something like those between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian.

“Men of this world, they are mostly cold-hearted…I, I have not found my heart’s desire…” Mengyao’s voice trailed off, her expression now on the verge of tears. “Not only have I not found a man of my heart, but I have also punished many men who abandoned their wives, scattered their spirits, so that they never reincarnate…”

“Hmm, it seems your resentments run deeper than I thought…” Huang Xiaolong laughed awkwardly, then became serious. “Alright, now I have an assignment for you. If you can fulfill it, I can offer you a chance to reshape your physical body. This means you won’t need to be reincarnated, you will have the opportunity to become human again. And when you do, you won’t lose any of your memories or your cultivation, and your appearance will remain the same — you will still be as beautiful as you are now.”

“Reshaping my body?”

Mengyao trembled with excitement, and exclaimed, “Thank you, kind sir, thank you… May I ask what is it you wish for me to carry out? Whatever you command, I will obey, even at the cost of dissipating my soul.”

“It’s not that serious. For the time being, I need you to protect a few women…” As he spoke, out came the Book of Life and Death. Huang Xiaolong began searching for the lunar birth characters of Cui Feiyan and Su Xiaoman.

Then he took out several pieces of yellow paper, drew talismans on them, writing thereon their names and lunar birth characters.

Huang Xiaolong handed over the talismans to Mengyao. “Here, these are the women. Keep these talismans safe. If they encounter danger, the talismans will alert you, and then teleport you to them. As long as they are within the three realms or anywhere in the universe, a mystical force will guide you to their sides to ensure their safety.”

“You indeed possess divine abilities, sir.” Mengyao respectfully accepted the talismans. “Rest assured, sir, while in Binhai, I can guarantee the safety of these ladies. Neither man nor ghost will be able to lay a finger on them!”

“Oh, so you’re saying there are no ghosts of the king level in Binhai?” Huang Xiaolong asked with curiosity.

“Yes, sir, it is as you say. I’ve been in this place since the Tang dynasty and have never encountered a ghost king…But a few years ago, a powerful Taoist arrived, and we had some severe clashes. He tried to capture me on several occasions, but I always managed to escape,” said Mengyao, a trace of fear now visible in her sparkling eyes.

“There is such a powerful Taoist?” Huang Xiaolong showed great interest.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind–

‘Could this Taoist Mengyao speaks of be the master of that Master Zhou I encountered at the First People’s Hospital? The one who set up that vicious formation?’

“Where is that Taoist now?” Huang Xiaolong inquired further.

“He has not visited Binhai for many years now,” Mengyao said, gritting her teeth. “Sir, that Taoist was not only powerful, he also had numerous disciples, causing me to suffer several losses in his hands.”

“I see. You must inform me immediately should that Taoist return to Binhai. I would like to have a little fun with him,” Huang Xiaolong said with excitement.

“Alright, let’s leave it at that. I’m going to sleep now,” Huang Xiaolong yawned, “I’m tired.”

Mengyao lightly bit her lip, her eyes flowing with uncertainty, and softly asked, “Sir, would you like me to accompany you to sleep?”

“What? You?” Huang Xiaolong was taken aback, waving his hands dismissively, “No thanks, I am not into such exotic tastes… Alright, off you go now. Remember, no mischief allowed. Your task is to protect my women. I promise to help you reconstruct your body, allowing you to be reborn.”

“Thank you, kind sir…” Leaving this sentence behind, Mengyao shot out as a gust of wind from the window.

“Well, this obsession ghost is quite pretty. But…it’s impossible for me to lose my virginity to a ghost. Although she can’t absorb my Yang energy… it’s too absurd…Hehe, unless she reshapes her physical form and becomes human again, then that’s another story.”

With that, Huang Xiaolong fell into a mysterious fit of laughter. It seemed as if he had thought of something, as he then went straight to sleep.