Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Something surprising happened.

The evil Qilin's soul did not float into the sky or go to hell, but slowly fell and landed in the arms of the eight-foot-tall bride.

She carefully cradled the tiny, transparent soul, as if it were a fragile treasure, her face filled with heartache.

The spirit glowed faintly in her palm, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, like a lamp that could be extinguished at any moment.

Jiang Chaosheng was somewhat surprised.

She had been inside the Heavenly King's Demon-Suppressing Umbrella for so long that she had become tainted by its power, gaining the ability to sever the souls of mortals from reaching the underworld.

The eight-foot-tall bride turned around, holding the soul of the evil Qilin like a child, and knelt before Jiang Chaosheng.

Her shoulders trembled violently:

"Sir, please spare me!"

The sound was mournful.

Jiang Chaosheng narrowed his eyes menacingly.

He disliked the Evil Qilin.

He had witnessed the evil Qilin's methods before.

From Prince Heng to Black God, from Black God to Dream Island, each move is interconnected, with a constant stream of deadly attacks.

Apart from the incident with the sea train, almost all the other crises encountered were brought about by the Evil Qilin.

They are indeed very capable.

Jiang Chaosheng had also considered bringing him into the Taboo Society.

However, this person is not so easy to control.

Even if he were bound by the rules of Shop Zero, he might not achieve the desired results.

Because the evil Qilin has his own beliefs.

The world is in bliss.

This is a true seeker of truth.

The eight-foot-tall bride raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and spoke incoherently:

"Sir, your husband is dead."

With his physical body gone, he could no longer interfere in human affairs.

He wouldn't even have any consciousness; he could only drift aimlessly, becoming a wisp of a soul in the world...

She paused, her voice lowering, sounding like a plea or a prayer:

"Please, please let him go!"

She held the spirit of the evil Qilin and kowtowed repeatedly.

Before the tears could even fall down their cheeks, they floated up, turning into wisps of yin energy that dissipated in the rain.

Jiang Chaosheng remained silent.

The ghost of the evil Qilin hung blankly in her arms, like a mindless puppet, its eyes vacant and its expression numb.

Indeed, if he wasn't venting his personal grievances, he wouldn't have needed to cause the evil Qilin to be completely destroyed.

This little mouse is too weak to cause any more trouble; it's even uncertain whether it can regain its senses.

only--

Jiang Chaosheng lowered his head and stared at the eight-foot-tall bride.

That gaze was icy, like two knives stabbing down from above.

The eight-foot-tall bride felt the two murderous gazes, her body trembled, and she slowly raised her head.

She got it.

Mr. Twilight was worried about her.

I'm worried she might seek revenge, and I'm worried she might have the means to revive the evil Qilin.

Actually... she really wouldn't retaliate, nor did she have the ability to do so.

Moreover, the idea of ​​resurrecting the dead is simply impossible.

Even the legendary Yellow Springs Water can only turn the living into living corpses.

The eight-foot-tall bride gave a forlorn smile, her voice as faint as a wisp of smoke:

"Sir, please don't kill me."

It wasn't that Li'er was reluctant to give up her life; it was just that her husband's soul had already become intertwined with hers.

If Pear's soul is scattered, her husband's life will also be in danger.

Suddenly remembering something, she looked up and asked cautiously:

"How is that white fox sister from last time doing now?"

Jiang Chaosheng's eyes narrowed.

He has difficulty empathizing, yet he cherishes relationships very much.

Although he couldn't quite grasp the true meaning of Daji's love for him, he cherished her more and more.

This vengeful ghost named Pear does resemble Daji somewhat.

Is she trying to use Daji to make him sympathize with her plight?

That's unlikely.

The eight-foot-tall bride, receiving no response, continued speaking to herself:

"I am a tree spirit, and the white fox sister is a demon soul. If we force our way into the dream, we will inevitably suffer some damage."

The dream my husband created on Dream Island that day was more terrifying than any ordinary person's dream...

That is why I dare not enter your dreams to lend you a hand.

Jiang Chaosheng frowned.

Daji has been in poor condition ever since the Dream Island incident.

It seems... it really suffered great damage.

The eight-foot-tall bride seemed to have made up her mind.

She slowly raised her hand and removed her red veil:

"I've heard that you enjoy trading, sir. May I buy your life?"

A beautiful face with exquisite Han Dynasty bridal makeup was revealed.

Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her lips like cherry blossoms, and the floral decoration between her brows shimmered slightly in the rain.

But the moment she removed her red veil, the color of her bright red wedding dress faded considerably.

Its entire body became transparent, as if it would shatter at the slightest breeze.

The eight-foot-tall bride looked very weak, and her voice was much softer.

"This red veil is the manifestation of Chen Ajiao's obsession before her death."

Jiang Chaosheng knew the origin of the eight-foot-tall bride.

During the later years of Emperor Wu of Han's reign, a large-scale massacre was carried out due to the witchcraft and sorcery issue.

Empress Chen, the wife of Emperor Xiaowu, was implicated and, out of resentment, hanged herself under a pear tree in Changmen Palace.

The Heavenly King's Demon-Suppressing Umbrella was made from that pear tree, and the eight-foot-tall bride was the spirit of that pear tree.

"It was because I was moved by that obsession that I developed feelings, broke away from the pear tree, and became a 'spirit'."

The eight-foot-tall bride looked down at the red veil in her hands, her fingertips gently tracing the patterns on it:

"This red veil has been with me for thousands of years and has long become my essence."

She raised her head, looking at Jiang Chaosheng with pleading eyes:

"Sir, you may take it away."

Firstly, it can save Sister White Fox and also greatly improve her cultivation, which can also be considered as making up for her husband's mistake.

Secondly…” Her voice trembled slightly:

"Sir, you can rest assured."

From today onwards, I am just an ordinary wandering soul, and maintaining my husband's soul consumes a great deal of energy.

Who knows, one day my husband and I might be blown apart by the wind, or melted away by the sun.

Jiang Chaosheng was slightly moved.

The rain was still falling, falling between them, falling on the red veil.

He reached out and took the red veil:

"Deal reached."

Jiang Chaosheng really wanted that red veil.

Killing ghosts and robbing goods?

Jiang Chaosheng couldn't do it.

In this situation, he has no way to kill a deeply affectionate female ghost and thus steal her red veil.

Doing that is...too disgusting.

Furthermore, the Evil Qilin and the Eight-Foot Bride are already useless.

Actually... Jiang Chaosheng felt that it was fortunate that the Evil Qilin did not go to hell.

Who can say for sure whether the Evil Qilin will be appreciated by Satan when it goes to Hell?

Hmm... Next time I kill someone, I can't forget to bring the Soul-Sealing Magic Jar.

Either tear the soul apart with the Grim Reaper's scythe, or put the soul into a Soul-Sealing Jar to be offered as a monthly sacrifice to the forbidden sculpture.

The eight-foot-tall bride was overjoyed and kept bowing and kowtowing:

"Thank you for your mercy, sir! Thank you for your mercy, sir!"

The eight-foot-tall bride knew that Mr. Dusk could easily kill her and forcibly snatch the red veil from her.

Jiang Chaosheng did not speak again.

His figure floated into the air and disappeared into the depths of the dark clouds.

The umbrella, the throne—they all disappeared behind the clouds along with him.

All that remained was a mess of rainwater and mud.

......

The eight-foot-tall bride gazed at the sky, at the increasingly distant dark cloud, and fear suddenly surfaced on her pale, pretty face.

If the dark clouds leave, the sun will rise.

It was alright before because of the protection of yin energy, but now...

That powerful aura of yin energy has been taken away by Mr. Twilight.

That terrifying sunlight could kill her and her husband.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant rang out from behind, sounding aged and composed.

The eight-foot-tall bride quickly turned her head to look.

An old monk emerged from under a distant earthen slope.

With his white eyebrows and beard, he looked dignified and respected, but his appearance wasn't very appealing at the moment.

A few blades of grass clung to his beard, his robe was covered in dust, and a withered leaf clung to his cuff, as if he had just crawled out of some hole in the ground.

The old monk gazed at the sky, his face filled with shock and lingering fear.

He stood there for a while before slowly withdrawing his gaze, muttering to himself:

"I was worried about this junior brother, so I followed him and hid over there... I never imagined that such a bizarre thing could happen in this world."

He paused, as if confirming something with himself.

"I just don't know, since there are gods and immortals in the world, is there really a Buddha as well?"

The eight-foot-tall bride was completely at a loss. Upon seeing the old monk, she grasped at his lifeline, her voice trembling with tears:

"Master, help!"

The old monk looked at the eight-foot-tall bride and the evil Qilin spirit in her arms, his face full of emotion:

"I am also fortunate to have met such people as you and my junior brother in my lifetime."

He took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.

"Don't panic, benefactor! Let me think of a way!"

He looked around and his gaze fell on a peach tree.

The peach tree wasn't large, and it was in full bloom, with its pink and white blossoms swaying gently in the rain.

According to ancient texts, peach trees are considered to be yin in nature.

The old monk pointed to the peach tree and spoke very quickly:

"Why don't you try going inside the peach tree to escape the sunlight?"

The eight-foot-tall bride didn't know if this approach would work, but at this point, she could only try it as a last resort.

She gritted her teeth, embraced the soul of the evil Qilin, transformed into a streak of red light, and rushed into the peach tree.

The peach tree branches trembled suddenly, and the petals fell in a flurry.

The old monk looked at the rain clouds that were about to disperse, and then looked at the peach tree.

With a compassionate heart, and fearing that what the ancient books said might be unreliable, he took off his robe, stood on tiptoe, and tried his best to shield the peach tree from the sun.

The sun is coming out.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the hillside, making the rain-soaked grass and trees sparkle.

The robe was small and couldn't cover the entire tree, so the old monk held it up and stood in front of the tree, using his own body to block the fiercest winds.

He stared anxiously at the peach tree, and after a while, tentatively asked:

"Is the benefactor still alive?"

No sound came from the peach tree, only the branches trembled slightly, as if in response.

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, a contented smile appearing on his face.

"I will find someone to move this peach tree into Anshan Temple."

He put away his robe, draped it back over his shoulders, and spoke in a gentle yet firm voice:

"I hope the incense offerings in the temple will make you and your junior brother more comfortable."