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Chapter 422: Yin Yang Delivery (28)

Chapter 422: Yin Yang Delivery (28)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"A man died in the village."

"What's the big deal with that? Is there anything strange?" People die everyday, so there's nothing surprising.

Ming Shu peeled the sweet potato and bit into its golden shape. "He died on August 4th."

Xie Hui pondered for a while, then suddenly understood. It was the day before August 4th that he received a call asking him to come here.

"So someone went to touch something?"

"And my body, which should look exactly like a living person." Ming Shu sighed with emotion. "So to count, you should call me the ancestor. Come, let me listen."

"... How's your body there?" Xie Hui was confused.

Ming Shu revealed a serious look. "Probably it was sacrificed."

Xie Hui choked. "Which means that you were born 2,000 years ago, you're from Western Chu State?"

Ming Shu looked melancholy. "It's said so, but I don't remember. Later I'll go back and check my files."

Xie Hui: "..."

He just wanted to know what the relationship between her and Ling Yan was.

"Do you know any method for reviving the dead?" Ming Shu raised her brows at Xie Hui.

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

"I want to be human."

"Isn't it good to be a ghost? You're a senior in Hell and have so many ghosts under you, isn't that imposing."

"They're too troublesome." Especially when I want to eat something alone. I'm so annoyed.

Xie Hui didn't get her meaning and continued seriously, "You've been dead for 2,000 years; even if your body is still intact, it's impossible for you to revive from death. And the method for reviving is officially prohibited in Hell and among the Taoist masters."

"So there is really a method for that?"

Xie Hui: "..." Are you listening to me or not!

Ling Yan pulled Ming Shu and took her away, leaving Xie Hui staring at the bonfire alone, dumbly.

What the hell?

The heavy rain washed through this quiet village. In the misty rain curtains, the only sound that came to the ear was that of the falling rain.

Ling Yan pulled Ming Shu all the way along the eave, and after floating for some distance, he suddenly turned around and pressed Ming Shu against the pillar under the eave.

The night obscured the emotion in his eyes, but Ming Shu could feel that he was very angry right now. The temperature had dropped a lot all around them.

"Mr. Ling Yan, what's wrong with you now." Why'd you pull me out all of a sudden and for no reason!

Ling Yan's voice was very deep as if he was grinding his teeth. "How much do you want to be human again?"

Ming Shu could only see a vague figure in front of her, but she still showed a smile. "If I'm really An Ge, perhaps I didn't want to die 2,000 years ago. So now I want to live again, what's wrong with that?"

If y ou don't want me to revive myself, then I must revive myself, so I can get you angry as hell!

Ling Yan grabbed Ming Shu's arm and put forth a little more strength, his gloomy eyes staring at her. "An Ge, I won't allow that."