Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 81

Chapter 81: The Ninth Day of Being an Evil Spirit

A succession of supernatural events began to shake the perceptions of the general public. Especially since this news was not taken down by officials for a long time, it led many to firmly believe in the existence of ghosts and the Underworld.

Will what one does in life truly be judged after death?

Is there really a Judge in the Underworld, Ten Yama Kings, and Eighteen Levels of Hell?

Many began to feel awe and fear toward the gods and ghosts, worrying that their evil deeds would be liquidated after death. This new realization led many to think twice before acting. In a short period, cases of theft and cyberbullying significantly decreased, though the frequency of accidental deaths slowly began to rise.

It was difficult to define this phenomenon as good or bad. However, it wasn’t that the authorities subjectively didn’t want to take down those videos—it was that they objectively couldn’t. No matter what means they used, they couldn’t suppress the news. Even when Taoist priests and monks were called in, they could only clear messages in localized areas; they couldn’t stop the nationwide, and even global, spread.

Coincidentally, after the news of the human traffickers’ “suicides” broke, reports of peeping toms drowning in baths, rapists dropping dead on flat ground, and cyberbullies being struck by flying stones also began to emerge. A single strange incident could be explained away as Photoshop or malicious rumors. But when various real events occurred all over the country, they could no longer be explained by science.

Can one really become a ghost after death?

If I wear red clothes and jump off a building, can I become a fierce ghost?

How can a fierce ghost complete its revenge?

How can one become a very powerful ghost?

Searches for these keywords skyrocketed, causing headaches for law enforcement agencies nationwide. They found that both perpetrators and victims began clamoring about their grievances, shouting that they would become ghosts to seek revenge.

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The Burden of the Mystery Sect

The Mystery Sect Bureau, as the only official agency capable of handling non-human cases, was busier than any other public office. Cultivation requires talent; not everyone can become a Celestial Master just by studying for a while. According to incomplete statistics, there were fewer than three hundred licensed Celestial Masters nationwide.

The most powerful among them were stationed in the capital to protect specific figures and locations. Young Celestial Masters like Chu Yu, stationed in regional areas, became the “errand runners,” going on field assignments almost every day.

Because frequent field missions prevented Chu Yu from seeing Wen Qingyun daily, she could only visit twice a week to let Wen Qingyun take a “bite” of her blood, tacitly allowing her to drink a bit more each time.

One day, Chu Yu’s master, Qin Mian, visited her with a jar of medicinal wine. After a few drinks, Qin Mian entered the main topic.

“The higher-ups are dissatisfied with the limited personnel in the Bureau,” Qin Mian said, her smile fading. “Each member of the Bureau must train at least five people capable of using basic talismans within three months.”

Chu Yu frowned. “Everyone? Master, can they find that many talented people? Why not focus on reducing the resentment of those people instead?”

“Because total change is difficult,” Qin Mian sighed, refilling her glass. “Those pushed to a dead end are never the ones with the power of discourse. Those in power haven’t been personally affected yet.”

Qin Mian then revealed a secret: fifty years ago, the Mystery Sect was reorganized and its numbers deliberately controlled by the authorities. She then asked Chu Yu if she had noticed anything about her birth details (Ba Zi).

Chu Yu admitted she had verified they were incorrect. Qin Mian explained, “Your Ba Zi is very special; the fewer people who know, the better. When you become an Elder of the Mystery Sect, perhaps you can know the truth.”

Qin Mian left Chu Yu with a choice: “I am giving the power of choice back to you. You can choose what you want to do—continue exorcising demons, follow the higher-ups’ arrangements to find students, or even do nothing at all. You must be responsible for every action you take. Think twice before acting.”

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The Devil’s Bargain

Left in a state of confusion, Chu Yu turned to the only person she felt she could consult: Wen Qingyun.

“Consulting me on such an important matter? Are you joking?” Wen Qingyun leaned back on the sofa, her eyes scrutinizing. “Is this some kind of trap to make me a scapegoat later?”

“I have my principles,” Chu Yu said. “I just want to hear your advice.”

Wen Qingyun sneered. “My advice? Kill those people. ‘The Azure Heaven is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise.’ If I were you, I would have the Mystery Sect go into seclusion. You aren’t the ones causing chaos, so why be responsible for it? Remove the protection from those in power. Let them know that after death, everyone is equal. If you harras someone to death, they can kill you as a ghost. Only then will ‘respect for life’ make them realize that maintaining the status quo is a bad idea.”

Chu Yu frowned. “But innocent people will be caught in the crossfire. Some ghosts are born narrow-minded; they might kill just because they’re in a bad mood.”

Wen Qingyun laughed. “Is that so? Ordinary people can’t deal with evil ghosts, but what about ‘extraordinary’ ones?” She stared at Chu Yu, the words ‘You can ask me for help’ practically written on her face.

“Do you want to try?” Wen Qingyun whispered in Chu Yu’s ear, her cold breath sending a chill down the girl’s spine. “Tell me all the tasks you see, and I’ll handle the disobedient ghosts. How about that?”

“What do you want in return?” Chu Yu asked.

“Right now, the only thing I fancy is probably you,” Wen Qingyun smiled, sitting on the arm of the sofa and twirling a lock of Chu Yu’s hair. “How about a permanent deal? I ensure no innocent-killing ghosts exist in your jurisdiction. In exchange, you become mine. Not just your blood, but your body, your soul, your consciousness—all mine.”

It was an absurd proposal. But Chu Yu’s second thought was: If she can truly do what she promises, maybe it’s worth a try.

“I’m willing to sign a contract with you,” Chu Yu said, standing up. “I’ll use your table.”

Chu Yu drafted the contract using high-quality cinnabar—a soul contract. If either party violated it, the punishment ranged from soul damage to total dissipation. An amber light flashed as the rules of the world bound them together.

“If you are mine, then I can enjoy you as I wish, right?” Wen Qingyun licked her lips, no longer hiding the hunger in her eyes—both physical and carnal.

Chu Yu pulled out her phone and showed the internal app to Wen Qingyun. “If you can handle all the cases on this list in a short time and prevent new supernatural incidents, you can… enjoy me as you wish.”

“Deal. Wait for me a bit; I’ll be right back.” When Qingyun’s smile was brilliant.

She immediately mobilized her ghostly subordinates—Wen Xiaoliu, Xiaoqi, and Xiaoba. “Divide these. Eight tasks each. Solve them as fast as possible. Those who were wicked in life, devour them. Those who were wronged and seek revenge, if they are talented, keep them; if not, send them to reincarnate. This world is no place for them.”

“Understood!” her three subordinates shouted in unison.