It’s the Half Maquillage Woman!
Xie Lian move foward to hold the Half Maquillage Woman yet it was like Quan Yizhen had returned from death, and he shot up and slapped. That Half Maquillage Woman really was too weak,
and she was struck to the ground with a wailing cry, “HAVE MERCY!”
Yin Yu shut Hua Ying eyes to cover his baby from looking towards the brutal scene. "Baobei... You're too young for this.. "
In no hurry, Xie Lian grabbed for his sword, “So you’re the one who stole the Brocade Immortal?”
The Half Maquillage Woman immediately cried, “It’s not me, it’s not me! I wouldn’t dare
to break into the Great Martial Temple!”
That’s true too, if he thought about it. Typical lower class ghosts really didn’t have the
guts to break in to the Great Martial Temples so rashly; they’d be blown away to smithereens for sure. Besides, this Half Maquillage Woman probably had no connection to the Brocade Immortal, and with a rough look, her ghost age was probably eighty something while that Brocade Immortal was said to be centuries old.
“Then where did you get your hands on this brocade robe?” Xie Lian questioned.
That Half Maquillage Woman picked up her headscarf and covered the top half of her
face anew, her voice shrieking high again, “To… to answer daozhang! I… I picked it up
in the Ghost City…”
“…”
"A-DIEEEEEE! "A cute shout can be heard clearly as three of them look towards Hua Ying who's bitting Yin Yu hand.
Xie Lian feels touch by Hua Ying. He really hope Hua Cheng is here to hear Hua Ying first word.
“Then who was the one who sold the brocade robe to you?” With Fan Xin on her neck Quan Yizhen take the opportunity to ask her.
The Half Maquillage Woman answered anxiously, “Daozhang! I beg you, please let me
off the hook! I don’t know either. It’s not like businesses in the Ghost City need to have
their eighteen generations of ancestry checked!”
That’s true too. If starting a business in Ghost City required having eighteen generations
of ancestry checked, it wouldn’t be as bustling as it was now. Things could only thrive if
there were room for loopholes. Xie Lian interrogated for a while but was fruitless, and
after determining this Half Maquillage Woman was no more than a little minion, he
called, “Qi Ying, have one of your heavenly officials come collect this female ghost,”
However, Quan Yizhen said, “No. I don’t have any heavenly officials in my palace.”
“Not even one?” Xie Lian asked, “You’ve never appointed any deputy generals?”
Quan Yizhen was confidently staunch in his answer, “Not a single one.”
“…”
So, turns out this Martial God of the West was a lone wolf and had never appointed anyone, not even a helper to manage the nitty gritty. At least for Xie Lian it was because he couldn’t afford it. Quan Yizhen’s situation could probably only be explained by his eccentric character. Without any other choice, Xie Lian could only fumble out a clay jar and seal that Half Maquillage Woman away. When he shook it open to inspect it however, his brows knitted slightly. How could he forget he has a baby in the room!
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