The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

As Feige floated along, Wutang led the way, winding and turning until they finally arrived.

Feige stopped in front of a coffin shop.

"Wu Tang, you said a man lives in here."

"Yes, Master,"

Feige remained silent for a while, then floated inside.

Once inside, Feige understood: there was a coffin shop in front and a courtyard in the back.

The song drifted to the backyard.

"Wu Tang, which room is the man in?"

"Second room from the left"

Feige drifted in; the room was resplendent in gold, made entirely of gold.

"This man is quite wealthy."

Feige waved her hand and collected them all.

She walked to the bedside, where the man was sleeping like a log, his mouth open and snoring loudly. Feige left in disgust.

Once outside, Feige thought for a moment and then returned to the man's bedside. She stuffed his socks into his wide-open mouth, and the stench woke him up instantly.

He sat up and pulled off his socks.

"Which bastard dares to mess with me? I'll wipe out your whole family!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Fei Ge appeared.

Are you insulting me?

"You, are you a human or a ghost?" the man asked, somewhat incredulous, though he was clearly flustered.

"Of course it's a ghost! You pushed me down there, and I've come to get my revenge!" Fei Ge said with a smile.

Suddenly, Feige disappeared from the room, startling the man awake.

He got out of bed and stood in the middle of the room.

"Damn it, you're already dead, what are you doing here? It's already a favor that you lived for a few more years, you little bitch."

After the man finished cursing, Fei Ge reappeared, this time holding an umbrella.

"Oh, you insulted me? I heard you."

The man turned around and saw Feige holding a black umbrella. He was so scared that he wet himself. He had thought it was a hallucination, but now he was sure it wasn't. It was real.

"You, you're a ghost."

"Yes, I'm a ghost, and you're the one who killed me."

"you,"

After the man finished speaking, he went to find his talisman. Then, when he returned home from school, his room was completely empty, as if it had been burgled.

No, no, no, you really have attracted a thief; the thief is standing right in front of you.

"Don't bother looking, they're all gone, I took them all."

Feige said with a grin.

"What? You're not afraid of talismans?"

Those are all exorcism talismans.

The man's eyes widened; he was a little scared.

"Yes, but you're human, which is much scarier than a ghost."

"What...what do you want to do?"

The man's legs went weak; he could barely stand.

Feige stopped laughing and looked at the man with icy eyes.

"Alright, stop wasting my time. Tell me, why did you want to kill me?"

Feige spoke as she walked towards the man.

The man was genuinely frightened after he finished speaking.

"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha!"

The man retreated while chanting sutras with his hands closed.

Feige found it funny, and after a while,

"Alright, stop dawdling. Tell me why you want to kill me, and maybe I'll let you go."

"You, ah, you're still here!"

"Yes, Buddha won't help you."

Feige stopped moving. She stood there, looking at the man who was utterly cowardly.

"Say"

"I didn't mean to, I had no choice, I, I,"

Before the man could finish speaking, an arrow struck him squarely between the eyebrows, and he died.

Feige was speechless. She threw the weapon with her backhand, and the assassin not far away fell to the ground.

Feige floated over, tied him up, and bound him to a tree behind them.

"Master, there's poison in his mouth!"

Feige pried open his mouth, found the poison packet, took it out, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it. The poison packet broke and seeped into the soil.

"Master, the shoehorn."

Feige held a black umbrella in one hand and a shoehorn in the other, and began to attack the man with both hands.

The man woke up shortly after.

Seeing a young girl holding a black umbrella in front of him, and then noticing that Fei Ge's feet weren't touching the ground, he was about to faint again. Although he was an assassin, the chances of him seeing a ghost were slim, but this time he had, and he couldn't accept it.

Feige hit him with a shoehorn again.

"If you dare faint, I'll pull all your teeth out!"

Feige said fiercely,

"Tell me, why did you go to kill him?"

"What's it to you?"

*Smack!* Another shoehorn strike.

"Say"

The man wanted to commit suicide, and Fei Ge smiled.

"It's no use, you won't die. I already found the poison packet in your mouth and threw it away."

A deflated balloon is better off dead than alive.

What was your motive for killing him?

"Silence"

"So, you were also involved in that fire four years ago?"

Feige tried to crouch down, but couldn't; she remained floating.

"We were just following orders, please let me go."

"Fine, then tell me who gave the order."

"The Eastern Depot Supervisor"

Why did he give the order?

"The Liu family possesses an ancestral jade, which grants immortality to whoever obtains it. The Grand Eunuch desires to acquire the jade and present it to the Emperor."

Why did you kill him?

"Silence"

"So, he was also involved in the fire at the Liu family's house four years ago?"

"Yes"

Feige felt she had asked enough questions, so she trembled as she took out a knife from her spatial storage and stabbed him. The man died with his eyes wide open, even though he had confessed everything.

The man died.

Feige closed the umbrella and headed to the Liu family's house.

Upon arriving at the Liu family's gate, Feige drifted inside. The courtyard was littered with fallen leaves, and a dark stone table lay overturned on the ground...

The fire burned everything clean, and a gust of wind blew in, bringing back the fallen leaves from outside.

Feige drifted around and finally landed on the wall next door. Standing on the wall, Feige's heart suddenly ached. She thought it must be the original owner's emotions.

"Wu Tang, how did the original owner escape that calamity back then?"

"Her cat ran away, so she went out to look for it. When she returned with the cat in her arms, the entire Liu mansion was engulfed in flames. When she saw her return, a woman on fire ran out and kicked her away. The original owner of the body hit a rock and fainted. When she woke up, two days had passed. The entire Liu mansion was empty and burned to the ground. She couldn't accept it and went inside to cry loudly. A day later, she was hungry, so she went out to find food. She happened to meet some old beggars, who took her away."

"I think it's a bit like a dog."

"How can she still be so naive after four years? She just left because someone said there was food. Is her brain made of tofu?"

"I suppose if she had been begging from age 6 to 10, she would have long since come to terms with the coldness and indifference of the world. How could she still be so naive?"

Even Wu Tang couldn't figure it out.

"Didn't they say there was some uncut jade? Let me look for it. Those people probably didn't find the jade, so they killed them to cover their tracks."

"Master, I can't sense that thing."

What use are you?

Feige said with utter disgust, "Close your eyes and look carefully. If you can't find it, I'll pluck all your fur."

Wutang had no choice but to accept its fate and do the work. It was afraid of having its fur plucked; the thought of plucking its fur made it instinctively afraid—it would hurt too much.

Wutang perched on Feige's shoulder, and Feige didn't urge it on.

It was almost dawn.

Suddenly, Wu Tang opened her eyes.

"found it"