Ball Ball Cultivation

Qiuqiu could no longer hear any useful information, so he waited for the White-Faced Ghost to go to work and followed him. He entered the City Lord's Mansion and followed his superior all the way. Finally, he settled down on a crown similar to that of a personal steward. This was the hidden experience he gained after suffering a loss at the hands of Ren Zhixing last time.

When one uses his spiritual sense to investigate, it will produce fluctuations in his spiritual sense. Unless he is caught, it can basically be mistaken for the steward's spiritual sense.

After squatting for three days, Qiuqiu finally saw the newly appointed city lord. He had the purple aura of a real dragon and sharp eyes. He was a very rigorous ghost king.

Qiuqiu didn't know which emperor he was during his lifetime, so she didn't dare to reveal any clues easily. She was more suspicious of the city lord. Yuanyuan must have taken protective measures when he was practicing. In this case, he was able to sneak in and assassinate successfully. The most likely possibility was that the crime was committed by an acquaintance.

As for why Yuanyuan was killed, Qiuqiu couldn't guess it because the memories she obtained were not complete.

The city lord asked coldly, "Hasn't any clues been found about the princess yet?"

Supervisor: "A ghost reported that a month ago, three days after you announced your marriage to the princess, a confused female ghost was seen sinking in the Forgotten River."

The city lord stood up suddenly, unconsciously releasing a powerful aura, and asked with a trembling voice, "Is it Yuanyuan?"

The supervisor gritted his teeth and resisted the pressure: "I'm not sure it's the princess, but this is the only clue I've been tracking for many days."

The city lord: "Investigate again! Bring the ghost who reported it here, and I will personally investigate."

The supervisor quickly agreed, and Qiuqiu took the opportunity to break away from the supervisor's crown and stay in the hall. Her goal was to find the murderer who killed Yuanyuan, find out the cause of death and eliminate the resentment.

After a while, a ghost dressed as a soldier entered the hall with a new ghost in white. After paying their respects, the city lord first released some of his power to shock the new ghost. Seeing the new ghost in white trembling with fear, he asked, "Tell me in detail what you saw."

The new ghost in the white robe said in a trembling voice, "After my death, I entered the underworld. My mind was still confused and not yet clear. I drifted to the bank of the Forgotten River and floated along the river for an unknown amount of time. The few times I stopped, I would dive into the riverside Lycoris radiata to recuperate."

"When I woke up again, I saw a female ghost standing by the river. Her soul fire was extinguished, but her soul body was very solid, not almost transparent like me. She didn't struggle at all in the water. I wanted to find another ghost to rescue her, but after floating away for a while, I didn't find any ghost to rescue her. I turned around to check, but there was nothing on the surface of the river."

The little ghost knelt on the ground prostrating himself: "I've told you everything. It really took less than half a cup of tea."

The city lord pressed in, "What does that female ghost look like?"

The new ghost in white robe: "He looks very good."

Seeing the city lord's face darken, he continued to describe her: "She was wearing a light blue skirt and a simple jade hairpin on her head. Her eyes were confused, as if she was unconscious."

The city lord immediately transformed into Yuan Yuan's appearance and asked, "Look, is it her?"

The new ghost in white robes: "That's exactly what it is. Isn't it said that when the will-o'-the-wisp is gone, the soul ceases to exist? Her will-o'-the-wisp is extinguished, but her soul remains the same, showing no signs of dissipating. Even when she fell into the Forgotten River, she didn't immediately dissolve."

The city lord was also very confused when he heard the description of the new ghost in white robe. He was now at the level of Ghost King and could not stay in the Forgetful River for long. He knew that Yuanyuan was different, but he did not expect that Yuanyuan's ghost fire would be extinguished, but his soul would not dissipate.

He ordered sternly: "Don't say these words outside, otherwise..."

Seeing the new ghost's fear, he immediately marked him, called the ghost soldier who had just sent the white-robed new ghost, and ordered: "Take him away and keep him in the city lord's mansion for secret custody."

The city lord suspected that this was done by someone from the old city lord's line. He had always been with Yuanyuan when he was weak. Now he finally became the lord of a city. Just as he announced that he would marry Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan was killed.

He has not yet completely established his foothold, so it is not easy for him to start a killing spree. He must avenge Yuan Yuan.

The city lord's adopted son from the mortal world came in to report the situation: "Father, we haven't found any useful clues. The other party cleanly cleaned up the mess. Aunt Yuan's protective formation showed no signs of being damaged. It was as if they had simply punched a hole through the original foundation without alerting the cultivators inside at all."

The city lord said: "Those old ghosts, I don't know what kind of external help they found. This ability to pass through the formation barrier is unheard of. It can assassinate without being seen. Should we spread the news? If we do that, we will not be the only ones who are worried."

The son replied: "That's a good idea. Only by beating the grass can we scare the snake away. I'll arrange it right away."

The city lord quickly stopped him, "I'm already firmly in the position of city lord, so why don't you reincarnate? Your ghost cultivation aptitude is too poor. It's taken you one or two hundred years to reach this level. You know, those who cultivate by devouring ghosts will eventually become evil spirits. There's no way out, and your soul will be shattered sooner or later."

Cheap son: "Father, let me think about it again."

The City Lord said: "There is a Qingming Well in our Eighteenth City. You can drink a bowl of well water and then be reborn. Anyway, the merits you have can ensure that you will be reborn in a good way. After reincarnation, you can accumulate merits and strive to achieve perfection in merit and ascend to heaven. People who have done good deeds for ten lifetimes or even a hundred lifetimes are quite common."

The younger son still replied: "I will think about it carefully."

After listening to the two men's conversation, Qiuqiu felt that neither of them was likely to have killed Yuanyuan. One of them truly had feelings for Yuanyuan, and the other was about to be reincarnated. Could this really be revenge left behind by the previous city lord?

Qiuqiu was a little unsure how to proceed, as there was no trace at all. He followed the city lord for several days but still had no clues. The city lord was a workaholic, constantly busy with official business, which made Qiuqiu drowsy.

On this day, a fat ghost in red came to visit, and the city lord came out to meet him. He learned that the ghost was a ghost sent by the higher-ups to redivide the city lord's jurisdiction.

After the city lord handed over the task, he gave the envoy some gifts and sent him off. Qiuqiu quickly followed, thinking that these experienced people might have some clues.

On the way back, the red-robed official sat on a gray flying gourd and chatted with several of his men. "This newly appointed city lord, whose fortune was on the rise, still lost his fiancée."

Dog Leg Armor: "Boss, you are knowledgeable. Tell us what's going on."

The red-robed official said, "This newly appointed city lord wasn't a founding emperor, nor did he have any significant achievements in governing the country. Yet, he suddenly gained such powerful willpower that it alarmed the Hades. He did some research and found out that over a hundred years after the dynasty's fall, many plays were written about him. The audience was incredibly large. Even if a dynasty offered sacrifices to him, the audience for his plays would not exceed ten million people, but this emperor's plays had an audience of one million and two hundred million people."