Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 1091 - 1087: Troublemaking Brat!

Watching the retreat of ten thousand ghosts, Mo Zhi raised her eyebrows slightly. Although she’s a bit cowardly and tends to bully the weak while fearing the strong,

she is quite capable, and dealing with small fry is a piece of cake!

Having regained the upper hand, Mo Zhi snorted coldly again.

"Hum~ In the mortal realm, no one respects me, but in the Ghost World, a thousand ghosts are nothing, for I am a Half-step Ghost Emperor!"

After a few curses,

Mo Zhi turned to Yun Ran and resumed her timid demeanour.

"Master, rest assured. In the Ghost World, any fool who dares approach, I will rip them apart!!"

Yun Ran: ...

Mo Zhi has certainly mastered the art of face-changing like a master.

"Help me up."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhi immediately realized her chance had come.

In the past, Yun Ran always had Ginsengfruit or Little Paperman by his side, making it extremely difficult to approach and flatter him.

But now, hehe, if she serves well, maybe Master will accept her as a Ghost Servant in the future~

Thinking about this, Mo Zhi was overjoyed inside.

Fortunately, opportunities are for those who are prepared...even ghosts, and she saw clearly what Ginsengfruit and Little Paperman usually did.

"Master, I’ll carry you!"

With that, she quickly and easily lifted Yun Ran up, moving fast as if afraid Yun Ran might refuse.

Yun Ran, who originally intended to walk on his own, swallowed his words at the tip of his tongue.

Alright, after all, Mo Zhi is not much different from the spirits Yun Ran raises, no need to be polite.

Mo Zhi quickly found a clean spot before gently setting Yun Ran down.

Yun Ran glanced at his wound struck by Heavenly Thunder, hissing in agony at the sight.

Though the ghosts have retreated now, Yun Ran is still somewhat affected.

His luck has weakened, making the wound even harder to heal.

Yun Ran removed the Cloak from his body, instantly intensifying the bloody scent.

Mo Zhi released her pressure, ensuring no heedless creature would dare disturb them within a hundred miles.

However, upon seeing the deep wound on Yun Ran’s leg, a hint of pity flashed in Mo Zhi’s eyes.

Soon, Yun Ran heard a gulping sound.

He looked up to see Mo Zhi’s slightly awkward expression.

"Um, Master, if I say I didn’t do it on purpose, would you believe me?"

The blood from Yun Ran’s body can restrain evil, but for cultivators, it is also a great supplement.

Mo Zhi’s reaction did not surprise Yun Ran.

If Mo Zhi weren’t already a Ghost Cultivator, backed by Merit to maintain rationality, she might not have resisted the temptation.

"Alright, just protect me for now while I heal."

Upon hearing Yun Ran’s forgiving words, Mo Zhi immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Ran raised his arm, removing the talisman paper that vanished along with the wound.

The wound on his arm, no longer shielded by talisman paper, had scabbed over, leaving only a faint scar.

With a ’snap’, Yun Ran re-used that talisman paper, directly applying it to the thigh wound.

The blood that was still oozing from the indistinct wound disappeared along with the talisman paper.

Most of Mo Zhi’s energy was focused on scanning their surroundings, fearing some foolhardy spirit would rush to its doom.

Still, she spared a sidelong glance at Yun Ran’s direction.

Then immediately she straightened her spine again, realizing this was the Qingfeng Temple Ancestor’s method!

It’s indeed formidable, good thing she harboured no ill intentions~

Otherwise, she might have been smacked to death by now.

Yun Ran then fetched a fluffy-looking fan, giving a casual wave.

The dissipating bloody scent quickly vanished as if it had never been present.

Seeing Yun Ran bouncing lively again, Mo Zhi suddenly felt a sense of despair for Yun Ran’s enemies.

For Yun Ran is indeed a tough one to kill for them.

But for Mo Zhi, this is great news.

Hehe, she’s truly the luckiest ghost to latch onto the Master’s leg~

"Master, are we heading back now?"

Yun Ran wrapped himself in the Cloak once again before stating, "Wait a bit!"

Having just uncovered a big secret and meddled in such significant karma, the world within that space rupture is eager to obliterate him.

The Heavenly Thunder just struck him, and if he were to swagger out now, it’s easy to provoke them.

Should he anger them to the point of breaking the rules, it could be troublesome.

Besides, he has great faith in his divination.

Since he paid such a ’painful’ price, Lotus City’s slim chance should be secured.

Mo Zhi didn’t quite grasp the profound implications but was determined to follow blindly.

"Just in time, since we’re in the Ghost World, let’s deal with the Ten Thousand Ghosts Slaughter Order on me, otherwise, each visit feels like a battle, which isn’t good!"

Mo Zhi spun her eyes, not spotting the slightest trace of embarrassment on Yun Ran.

Instead, he seemed eager to try?

Yet, Mo Zhi dared not ask, fearing Yun Ran would think her foolish, impacting her prospects of becoming a future Ghost Servant to Yun Ran.

Yun Ran rummaged through his bag, and after a while, finally pulled out an old-looking incense stick.

With his Merit exhausted, now he could only use this incense to find the Ancestor in the Ghost World.

As the incense was lit, Mo Zhi suddenly felt a blissful sensation, as if tasting supreme delicacy.

Yun Ran watched Mo Zhi sniffing with a tinge of speechlessness but didn’t stop her.

As the incense was lit, a wisp of blue smoke swiftly wafted out.

Yun Ran promptly knelt properly, appearing so tiny from afar.

Soon, amid the somewhat gloomy air, a phantom appeared.

Yun Ran’s face immediately broke into a cute smile: "Disciple Yun Ran, pays respect to Ancestor~"

The Ancestor in the air saw Yun Ran with a big "Slaughter" mark on his head.

This single mark clearly revealed Yun Ran’s adorable appearance as a facade; he’s certainly one unruly little rascal!

Yet the Ancestor had to maintain composure, for no matter how mischievous a disciple is, it’s a family matter, not a reason for outsiders to bully.

Besides, Yun Ran’s current fate was frighteningly low; in others, such luck might lead to countless deaths.

Only Yun Ran could remain unaffected and lively—even though he had numerous life-protecting magic artifacts.

But taking a thousand steps back, are others entirely blameless?

"What summons me here, for the Ghost World is no place for a living being like you!"