Old House in the West Village: the Ghost King Awakens

Name: Old House in the West Village: the Ghost King Awakens
Author: Night Cat

by Night Cat

ongoing Suspense Occult Mystery Male Lead

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10Kwords4chapters

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Ch. 4 — Sophora Japonica Tree Spirit Appears

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About This Novel

My name is Wang Chao, I am seventeen years old, and I live with my grandfather in the remote Wangjia Village. My father is a "half-immortal" who specializes in dealing with all kinds of evil things. The village was not at peace, with cries on the graves in the middle of the night, old locust trees asking for their lives, water ghosts pulling substitutes, red clothes floating in the deserted houses... I followed behind me, handing out talismans and spreading cinnabar, and saw too many things that I couldn't explain. But grandpa said, these are nothing. What is really fatal is the thing that has been buried under the ancestral house in the west of the village for thirty years - the ghost king "Mo Yuan". Its seal was loosened, the evil spirit leaked out, and the strange things in the village became more and more evil. It wasn't until the night of Zhongyuan, when corpses surrounded the village and ghosts broke into the walls, that I realized that some burdens cannot be avoided if you want to. What's even more weird is that every time I'm about to die, there's always an ice-blue shadow whose face I can't see clearly that saves me. She can freeze evil spirits with a wave of her hand and disappear without a trace when she turns around. Until that night, under the moonlight on the barren mountains, she showed her figure, her white clothes were better than the snow, her fox ears were trembling slightly, she looked at me and said: "My heart is happy for you." Only then did I realize that the person who saved me was a thousand-year-old fox fairy named Ling Shuang. Now, the ghost king is about to appear, and the evil spirit is rising to the sky. Grandpa was seriously injured and the villagers were panicked. I was holding the ancestral demon-slaying sword, with the ice feather she gave me pressed against my chest. Behind me was the village I wanted to protect, and in front of me was boundless darkness. I have to go through this road myself. For the sake of me, for her, and for the fire in my heart that just burned up and didn't want to accept my fate.