The Fake Rich Daughter Knows a Bit of Metaphysics and Leads Her Whole Family to Become Wealthy - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: A Box of Talismans

The vengeful ghost gathered its strength and charged at Jiang Zhixu. With her left hand holding a talisman and her right hand gripping the peach wood sword, she fought the ghost, leaving it with no chance to retaliate.

With a loud thud, the peach wood sword struck the ghost’s head.

The ghost’s head spun, and it stumbled, eventually falling to the ground with a thud.

Jiang Zhixu poked the ghost with her sword. “You were so arrogant, but now you’re not?”

688 commented, “Do you need to destroy the ghost’s morale after killing it?”

When the ghost regained consciousness, it found itself bound and tied in a room. Jiang Zhixu was sitting at a desk, reading a book and occasionally writing and drawing with a marker.

The book was specifically chosen by 688 to help Jiang Zhixu quickly master some formations, preventing her from being caught off guard in the future.

“Hey! You devilish Taoist, what are you doing tying me up here?” the ghost angrily demanded.
“Let me go!”

Jiang Zhixu didn’t even turn her head. “This is my home. If you disturb my family members’ rest, I’ll rip out your tongue.”

Her hand accidentally touched the peach wood sword on the table.

The ghost immediately shut its mouth.

It wasn’t that it was afraid, but it just didn’t want to fight her.

Time passed minute by minute. Seeing that Jiang Zhixu still had no intention of paying attention to it, the ghost grew restless again.

“Hey, what do you plan to do? Can you untie me first?”

What was the point of tying him up?

The sound of the book closing caught the ghost’s attention. Jiang Zhixu slightly turned her head, revealing her delicate profile of her face under the dim lamp light. The ghost was momentarily captivated.

What was this?
The devilish Taoist priest was actually quite good-looking.

The beautiful priest lightly raised her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, the ropes around the ghost instantly disappeared.

“Come here, I have questions for you,” Jiang Zhixu turned back to her book and picked up a pen and notebook.

Her intuition told her that the ghost was hiding something.

Usually, when a ghost died, the ghostly officials would take them away immediately. If they didn’t leave and stayed behind, it meant they had unfinished business, some lingering obsession that prevented them from moving on.

The ghost rubbed its arms and stood up, looking around before choosing to sit down in a chair.

It could feel the vibrations of the talismans around it. This room was like a sealed container; it couldn’t escape.

“What business?” the ghost asked, sitting down nonchalantly.

Without its terrifying face, it looked refined and even a bit pure.

Jiang Zhixu observed, forming a rough guess in her mind. “What’s your name? How did you die?”

“Hmm.” The ghost leaned in, its eyes narrowing. “What capacity do you have to ask me? And why do you think I’ll answer?”

Jiang Zhixu showed a talisman. “I have the Heavenly Thunder Talisman. If you don’t tell me, I’ll strike you with it until you do.”

“Besides, I have plenty of talismans.”

The other hand opened a nearby box, revealing a full box of Heavenly Thunder Talismans, and pulled out the drawer below, showing various types of talismans.

The vengeful ghost’s neck shrunk back, and it put on a smile, extending a finger to gently press down Jiang Zhixu’s hand.

“Hehe, I was just joking,” it said.

“My name is Lin Mu, and I’m a junior at the Capital University,” the ghost said.

“A student?” Jiang Zhixu asked in confusion. “How did you become a ghost, and why did you appear in that kind of place?”

The abandoned construction site was filled with ghostly energy, and it was likely the place where Lin Mu met his demise. His corpse might still be there.

When Lin Mu’s ghost mentioned this, the ghostly energy around him began to churn, and his eyes turned fierce.

“Lin Mu!” A voice called out, bringing Lin Mu’s rationality back.

He slumped against the back of the chair, defeated. “Two years ago, one day, I was on my way back to school after finishing my part-time job. I saw a group of thugs bullying a girl…”

“Lin Mu, going to your part-time job again?” a classmate asked.

Lin Mu nodded with a smile. “Yes, I’ll head out first. You can take your time eating.”

He got on his electric scooter and leisurely rode to his part-time job location.

His job was as a waiter at a coffee shop, where he would take orders and clean tables. He earned 3,000 yuan per month, without meals or accommodation, and no social insurance. However, the job was relatively easy, and the location wasn’t too far from school.

After arriving at the coffee shop, Lin Mu changed into his uniform and started working.

After finishing his shift, he successfully received his monthly salary.

“Now that I have money, I’ll treat myself to some grilled skewers tonight,” Lin Mu thought to himself, happily counting his money.

He pulled out 100 yuan and deposited the rest into his bank card.

Then, he got on his electric scooter and headed towards the bustling area.

The bustling street was filled with grilled skewers and hot pot restaurants, and it was the most lively and prosperous time of the day. Lin Mu bought 50 yuan worth of grilled skewers and then purchased some bread and milk as breakfast. He rode his electric scooter leisurely towards the school.

To avoid the skewers getting cold, Lin Mu chose a less crowded path that would allow him to return to school quickly.

“Help… help!”
“Don’t come over! Get away!”

The cries for help came from a nearby location. Lin Mu stopped his scooter and looked around.

This path back to school would take him past an abandoned construction site, which was basically deserted, and few residents came to this area.

Who could be calling for help?

Lin Mu frowned and rode a bit further. The sounds became clearer, and he saw the scene unfolding.

Three or four men were dragging a girl, who was still wearing her school uniform and had a backpack nearby.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Lin Mu saw the backpack and didn’t hesitate to rush over. “Let go of that child!”

“Help… save me…” The girl saw Lin Mu and seemed to have found her savior. Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried out for help.

The men, who had been drinking, looked at Lin Mu with a mixture of intoxication and lust. “Kid, don’t meddle in this. Otherwise, we’ll take care of you too!”

The men weren’t just ordinary thugs. Lin Mu thought to himself that he might not be able to handle them.

But seeing the girl’s face reminded him of his own sister. If someone had saved his sister when she was being bullied, she might not have taken her own life.

After some deliberation, Lin Mu picked up a stick from the ground. “Get lost! Otherwise, I’ll call the police!”

The men saw that Lin Mu didn’t appreciate their warning and instead threatened to call the police. They exchanged glances with each other and said, “Go get him, don’t let him escape.”

Since Lin Mu had seen them, he couldn’t just walk away.

Lin Mu drew their attention and looked at the girl. “What are you standing there for? Run! Go call for help!”

The girl hastily got up, grabbed her backpack, and ran. The angry shouts behind her continued, but she didn’t dare stop. However, she ran around in circles and couldn’t find anyone.

“Help… help…” Exhausted, she fainted to the ground…

“I endured for a long time, but no one came. Those people didn’t plan to let me go. I was hit on the back of the head with a brick, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was a ghost.”

Lin Mu’s eyes turned icy cold, and his pale cheeks showed anger.

“Later, I waited there for a long time, but no one came to look for me. No one could see me. I was disappointed.”

After hearing the story, Jiang Zhixu didn’t know what to say.

Lin Mu had stood up for justice but lost his life. To this day, no one had helped him collect his remains, and the girl he had saved hadn’t even looked back.

No wonder he was filled with resentment.

How could he not feel wronged?
How could he not be angry?

“You were wronged,” Jiang Zhixu said.

Lin Mu paused, slightly turning his head to look at Jiang Zhixu. He saw that her face was filled with pity and sadness, as if she was genuinely sorry for his experience.

She seemed different from other Taoist priests.