### Chapter 96: The Call of Bai Sisi
The room was still quiet, but the wax corpses were wobbling like jelly; it was clear they were having some feelings. Just like Zhao Mingyue said, they actually longed to turn back into their old selves. Who wants to be stuck in this ghostly mess, right?
Let’s be real— even your average ghost, when they see their loved ones or someone special, they usually feel so embarrassed that they’d hide away, not daring to show their face.
If there was even a sliver of hope, they’d jump at the chance!
“Uncle, you’re the oldest and most reputed here, so you can start us off.”
“I can help you get back to normal, and then you tell me where my sister is.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you guys. You’re elders, how could you possibly mess things up? There must be a good reason for all this; I totally get it!”
Zhao Mingyue couldn’t be bothered to watch them argue. It was easier just to pick one ghost and get them to step up. And her uncle was the perfect candidate—he was the one in communication with the people from the back village.
He was also the one who tried, poorly, to stop their family from moving back, but that plan fell through.
“Mingyue, I’m so glad you’re back. You want to know about your sister? Well, I only know a bit.”
Zhao Mingyue’s uncle stood up, his eyes wide in indignation, but he looked a bit softer than before.
As he stood up, the cold wind howled through the room, and the other wax corpses didn’t look pleased. They all wanted a chance to shine first.
“Everyone quiet down! You’ll all get your chance to escape—if it gets too chaotic, I’m outta here!”
Of course, upon hearing that, the restless evil spirits quieted down, all eyes glued to Zhao Mingyue as if they were ready to spring into action. They missed the part where Zhao Mingyue’s idea of “escape” meant something entirely different.
Her uncle shuffled out with an awkward gait, and she could immediately smell the strong scent of decay wafting off him.
This scent was different from just plain bad; it was disgusting in its own special way.
Zhao Mingyue took a few steps back, out of the house. She clenched her fists as sweat trickled down her palms; her breath grew a bit heavy.
Once her uncle was out, she glanced and saw the giant gash in his abdomen, his innards apparently cleaned out like a scavenged buffet. His chest looked somewhat sunken, and unlike the other wax corpses, he was skinny, his gray-white skin cracking like a badly made ceramic doll.
Once he was outside, she bluntly stated, “Turn around and face away from me.”
“Your situation is worse than I thought. With your insides already hollowed out, even if I bring you back, you’ll just kick the bucket again immediately.”
“What?!” Her uncle lost his cool.
“However, there’s still hope! We just need another living person to serve as a container.”
“Sure thing!” Without even a second thought, her uncle eagerly agreed.
“Now we need to get things ready. The process is a bit lengthy. While I help you, you’ll spill the beans about my sister’s whereabouts. You have to stay alert though, or don’t blame me when this goes south.”
Zhao Mingyue placed her hand firmly on her uncle’s back, and thin strands of bl**d began to crawl and wrap around him. He quickly felt it.
“My sister went to the back village?”
“Yeah, the priest took her.”
“You recommended it?”
“Nope.”
“Is she still alive?”
“I don’t know.”
“She replaced me as the goddess?”
“Not sure, but probably.”
“Besides that, what else do you know?”
“I don’t know; I can’t remember, but Zhao Yi didn’t go because I brought her or because we made her go. She chose to come back and then went to the back village.”
“What? She came back on her own?!” Zhao Mingyue couldn’t believe it. Her sister was perfectly fine before she left; why on earth would she want to return?
“Is it because of A She Godmother…”
Before Zhao Mingyue could finish, a sudden sound of jingling bells echoed through the house.
“Mingyue, it is very disrespectful to call the godmother’s name like that!”
A man’s voice boomed within the room, and Zhao Mingyue looked up to see a man in a black cloak pushing a wheelchair from the back room. And sitting in that wheelchair was her grandmother! The wax on her grandma indicated the man had just finished performing some ritual.
“Well, well, the ritual is over,” she thought.
“Mingyue, leave the rest to me. This guy is very dangerous.” A shadow loomed behind Zhao Mingyue.
“Alright, no problem!”
Zhao Mingyue’s pupils were swiftly swallowed by darkness, and her eyes glowed a faint red glimmer, the dark red outline sharpening.
Her demeanor went cold as she pressed her fingers against her uncle’s back and then yanked them back suddenly. The bl**d threads that had been wrapping around her uncle tightened instantly, shifting like sinewy ropes, constricting him thoroughly.
The corpse crashed to the ground, and Bai Yu exchanged glances with the young people in the room.
The bl**d threads stretched up the elongated neck and congealed together to form an armor-like layer. They traveled up along the chin and cheek to slowly create a beautifully patterned white mask.
The young man’s smile widened upon seeing Bai Yu. He dealt with evil gods, so of course, a little ghost like Bai Yu didn’t scare him. To him, as long as they were still ghosts, it was not a big deal.
What could a ghost ever do against a god’s power?
“Is this your god?” the man sneered.
For a divine spokesperson, treating a ghost as a deity and a lifeline was outright foolish and utterly ridiculous!
He overheard everything Zhao Mingyue said inside. Being Zhao Mingyue’s cousin and having known her from childhood, he recognized her feisty nature.
That’s why, when he heard her bold remarks, he thought maybe she had some powerful divine force backing her.
Of course, he was also feeling the fallout of what happened to the A She Godmother in the village.
“You think a ghost can act as a god? Mingyue, honestly, you’re not as clever as your sister.”
“Didn’t you want to know where your sister is? How about this—I’ll tell you where she’s gone, in return, I can grant you immortality!”
“Possessed by a ghost? One day, you’ll d*e in agony.”
Bai Yu didn’t respond; she stepped onto her uncle’s wax corpse head, narrowing her eyes.
Boom!
The wax head blew apart, and her body shot forward like an arrow aimed at the man, wielding the freshly formed long kn*fe.
One moment he was mocking; the next, surprise filled him as Zhao Mingyue charged. Before he could backpedal, it was too late.
Bai Yu raised the long kn*fe, slashing upwards with a sharp, resonant clang.
With a swift stroke, a bloodied half-hand flew off, leaving a deep, bone-exposing wound from his chest to his shoulder.
The man’s pupils constricted; he felt his left hand lose sensation, warm bl**d splattering into his view. The speed of the strike was blazingly fast—so fast he didn’t even have time to register it.
But that was just the beginning. Bai Yu suddenly pivoted, placing her weight on her right foot, lowering her body while her left foot shot upwards with tremendous force, connecting solidly with the man’s chin, knocking out three of his teeth in one go.
His vision spun as his body flew uncontrollably backward, crashing into the staircase and scattering the offerings on the table.
As he got up, Bai Yu cracked her neck and grabbed Zhao Mingyue’s grandmother by the throat, throwing her aside as the newly formed wax corpse knocked down a few incoming corpses.
The man was just starting to get up when he was abruptly hit again—this time by the very wheelchair that hit him right on the head. He fell back again.
Honestly, this guy was a bit dazed.
He’d encountered many ghosts, but never had he seen one fight like this.
In his mind, ghosts possessed others to h*rass them—what was this fighting style?
“This guy’s name is Zhao Chengcai, my uncle’s eldest son; he’s the brother of the guy who picked us up at the village entrance.”
Zhao Mingyue narrated from her first-person view as she watched, providing commentary for Bai Yu.
“But you didn’t finish him with one blow?”
“He’s got something on him,” Bai Yu replied.
She kicked away a charging wax corpse, her long kn*fe poised as she made the classic draw-and-slash motion.
Clang!
A bl**d-thread arc erupted from her blade, soaring out over three meters and severing the heads of several wax corpses in front of her.
These dozen or so wax corpses weren’t very strong—just a notch above ordinary wax corpses but a bit weaker than the evil spirits from the wedding hall, primarily in physical resilience.
Facing a dozen weak wax corpses, Bai Yu didn’t back down; instead, she charged in, and the sickening sounds of limbs and body parts flying filled the narrow space, bolstering her lethality.
“Brother.”
Just as Bai Yu beheaded a wax corpse, and the last few remaining wax corpses cowered by the wall in fear, Bai Yu’s body suddenly tensed.
Unbeknownst to her, Zhao Chengcai had already stood up. He opened his somewhat disfigured mouth and uttered a syllable that echoed in Bai Yu’s ears like the voice of someone she missed dearly.
This was the evil god’s power, targeting the heart and inducing auditory hallucinations.
“Brother, don’t you remember me?!”
Not only an auditory illusion, but a visual one as well.
Bai Yu turned, gripping her long kn*fe, but her mask obscured the expression on her face.
Opposite her, Zhao Chengcai dropped a talisman from his hand, his gaze fierce.
In the next moment, he saw a long kn*fe heading straight for his throat.
