Chapter 527: 527, don’t delay my mission to save humanity (second update)

"Auntie, don’t cry," Mo Qingyi took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe the tears from the woman’s eyes.

A cold gust of wind blew by, ’whoosh whoosh whoosh—’ knocking all the flyers out of the middle-aged woman’s hands to the ground.

Hundreds of white sheets danced in mid-air, intertwining with each other, as the wind ’whoo whoo’ howled through the air.

Whirling up the dust from the ground.

It was like a scene from a horror movie, gloomy and terrifying.

Even more eerie was that on this road, aside from Chu Jin, Mo Qingyi, and this middle-aged woman, there was no one else passing by.

The streetlight shone on the face of the middle-aged woman, which was already pale, but now emitted an even more penetrating whiteness, her face devoid of any color, making one’s scalp tingle just looking at her.

Especially that gust of wind, which blew so strangely, creating a chilling atmosphere, Mo Qingyi grabbed Chu Jin’s arm a little nervously.

As the wind carried away the missing person flyers, the middle-aged woman lost control, running after them, crying out, "My son, Little Tiger, my son..." as if those flying papers were her child.

She frantically picked up the sheets of paper, crying and sobbing miserably as she did so, giving one the chills.

Who wouldn’t be frightened by such an encounter late at night?

"Jin Brother, this is too weird, let’s leave," Mo Qingyi’s skin crawled, the more she looked at this woman, the more something seemed off. Could she have escaped from the Psychiatric Hospital? What if she attacks someone? This is just too horrifying!

Chu Jin gently patted her hand, signaling her to be calm, and whispered, "Stay close to me."

Mo Qingyi nodded nervously, her palms already sweaty.

Chu Jin, holding on to Mo Qingyi, approached the middle-aged woman, "Don’t worry, we will help you pick them up." With that, they both began to pick up the missing person flyers scattered all over the place.

No one noticed that at this moment, the eyes of the middle-aged woman were hollow and bloody, devoid of pupils and whites, just a bright red blood, extremely terrifying! Hearing their words, she looked up at Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi, who were bending down to help her pick up the flyers. The malevolent energy on her body was dissipating bit by bit, and two trails of bloody tears streamed down from her eyes.

"Jin Brother, I feel something strange here, let’s hurry and pick these up so we can go home," Mo Qingyi said. In the middle of the night, with not a soul in sight, how could a middle-aged woman appear out of nowhere looking for her child? The whole thing was very abnormal.

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a low voice, "I’m afraid it’s not that simple."

Mo Qingyi swallowed hard and asked with a trembling voice, "Jin Brother... what do you mean?"

Chu Jin picked up a sheet of paper from the ground, shook it lightly, and handed it to Mo Qingyi, "Take a look at this."

It was not a missing person flyer, but an old newspaper folded very neatly, the same size as the flyers, with content circled in red that was most conspicuous.

Mo Qingyi gasped on the spot, her eyes wide with fear and her heart in her throat.

The headline of the news read—

"Tragedy! Two 7-year-old girls imitate a scene from a cartoon, tying up and cooking a 6-year-old boy until his death!"

It was accompanied by several photos.

Even though the faces were blurred, Mo Qingyi recognized that the child in the photos was the son the middle-aged woman was looking for, Little Tiger.

There were also a few photos of the crime scene, which were blurred as well.

The news described that after the two girls realized their playmate was indeed dead, out of fear of being held responsible, they concealed the incident from the adults. As a result, it took 15 days for the police to find Little Tiger’s body.

During these 15 days, Little Tiger’s family had almost turned Capital City upside down. When they heard the dreadful news, the mother couldn’t get over the pain of losing her child; she became deliriously distraught.

Mo Qingyi’s entire body was trembling slightly. So, this middle-aged woman’s son had actually died three years ago. What did she want to do now?

"Don’t worry, as long as I’m here," Chu Jin gently patted Mo Qingyi’s shoulder, speaking in a calm, unhurried tone, showing no sign of tension anywhere on her body.

Her voice was like a soft spring breeze that erased the fear in Mo Qingyi’s heart. Mo Qingyi calmed down and nodded towards Chu Jin.

Chu Jin pulled Mo Qingyi to her feet, straightened the papers in her hand, and walked towards the middle-aged woman. "Auntie, we have finished picking these up for you. Please keep them safe."

Mo Qingyi was almost too scared to look at the middle-aged woman. The news had reported that her son had been accidentally killed by two young girls. Could she now be thinking of... killing her and Chu Jin to avenge her son’s death? After all, there’s no telling what a grieving, delusional mind might think.

The middle-aged woman took the papers from Chu Jin’s hand, her voice hoarse as she said, "Thank you, both of you are good girls. There aren’t many kind people like you around nowadays." Time had etched its marks on her face; she had just turned 40 but crow’s feet were already visible at the corners of her eyes.

Chu Jin smiled faintly, "No, you are mistaken. In fact, there are many good people in this world. Human nature is inherently good."

"No!" The middle-aged woman suddenly widened her eyes and roared at Chu Jin, "There are no good people in this world! Not one! Not a single one! They’re all bad people! They’re all bad!" By the end of her outburst, she was holding her head in her hands, wailing in agony, close to the edge of rage.

"Have a look at this." Chu Jin casually spread her hand, and in her palm appeared a crystal clear Crystal Ball.

At that moment, the Crystal Ball was playing a scene, like a movie projector, showing what had just happened at the crossroads.

In the midst of traffic congestion, drivers were voluntarily clearing a green corridor of life for the ambulance. The ambulance’s emergency lights flashed without ceasing; the way ahead was clear. A journey that would normally take thirty minutes took only six this time.

The middle-aged woman watched these scenes unfolding, disbelief on her face, seemingly perplexed as to why Chu Jin was showing her these images.

The scene changed, shifting to the view of a patient being taken to the operating table.

"Forceps..."

"Gauze!"

The tense operation was underway.

"Transfuse blood to the patient!"

"Drip—"

"Doctor Li, the patient’s heartbeat has stopped!"

Faintly, the lights of the operating room went out, and the doctors could only offer the patient’s family a heavy sigh.

The patient’s family members swarmed into the operating room.

Seeing this scene, however, the middle-aged woman was stunned. Isn’t that her mother-in-law and her husband? What were they rushing in for?

However, when the middle-aged woman saw the person on the operating table who had been declared dead by the doctors, her mouth fell open in shock, incredulity written all over her face.

The person on the operating table... That person... That person was her!

Mo Qingyi was also stunned. She had thought the middle-aged woman was just a delusional vengeful mother, but she turned out to be a ghost!

It turned out that the ambulance she had seen earlier was carrying this very middle-aged woman!

Mo Qingyi had never experienced anything like this before; it was so frightening that she began to question life itself. Indeed, as Chu Jin had said, there really were ghosts in this world.

The middle-aged woman staggered backwards unsteadily, looking up at Chu Jin and then at Mo Qingyi, her lips twisting into a grim smile. "I’m already dead, I’m already dead, ha ha, it’s ridiculous, truly ridiculous. I haven’t found Little Tiger yet, how could I die? How could I possibly be dead?" As she said this, her resentment surged!

Chu Jin sighed, "You should report to the underworld sooner, the human realm is not a place to linger."

Just then, a cold wind blew, sending the newspaper to the middle-aged woman’s feet. She glanced at the newspaper, and instantly, her whole aura changed! What were once normal eyes turned into bloody hollows! She had clearly become a ferocious ghost!

"It’s you! It’s you who killed my son! Give me back my son’s life!" She suddenly extended her hands, her nails growing sharp in an instant, like knives, gleaming with a sinister cold light under the lamp!

Her clothes were drenched in blood, with intestines hanging out of her belly and her head severely deformed, even exposing brain matter! The sight was extremely terrifying!

She had now transformed into a fierce ghost, devoid of any humanity, but no matter what, she was still a great mother.

Since Little Tiger’s accident, she had lived every day as if he had just gone missing, forgetting his death. Every day, she squatted at every corner handing out missing person notices, come rain or shine for three years.

The reason she met with disaster was that she saw a boy resembling Little Tiger at this intersection. Driven by her desperation, she chased after the boy across the street, only to be run over by a large truck, ultimately leading to her death.

It was an utter tragedy. Who was at fault? The two young girls? Those unscrupulous animated shows? Or was it the child’s guardians? The truck driver?

The middle-aged woman, now a fierce ghost, suddenly pounced, startling Mo Qingyi so much that she clung to Chu Jin, shaking in fear.

Chu Jin’s fingers holding the energy crystal ball moved subtly.

Suddenly, white smoke appeared out of nowhere. For Chu Jin, getting rid of a ghost that had just turned fierce by making it "Scatter Like Ashes" was truly easy, but she didn’t want to do that. She intended to enlighten this pitiable mother. This woman had already suffered enough in this life, hoping that in the next life, she could live in a happy family.

Just then, from the midst of the white smoke came a crisp child’s voice, "Mommy, I’ve come to get you."

Upon hearing this voice, the middle-aged woman’s face lit up with joy. She lowered her hands and walked towards the mist, the Ghost Qi on her weakening bit by bit, her body gradually returning to normal, no longer as horrifying and terrifying.

"Little Tiger!"

"Mommy!" The mother and son embraced each other excitedly; at last, they were reunited in the netherworld.

As the white smoke gradually dispersed, the mother and son walked hand in hand, their malevolence dissipated, smiling and waving goodbye to Chu Jin, "Thank you, goodbye." Their bodies slowly became transparent and finally vanished into the air.

Mo Qingyi was no longer as afraid, looking in the direction where the mother and son disappeared, her eyes reddening slightly, "Such a pitiable mother and child. Jin, where are they going now?"

Chu Jin remained composed, "They have gone to be reincarnated. Don’t worry, they can still continue to be mother and son in their next life."

"Really? How do you know?" Mo Qingyi lifted her gaze in surprise.

Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, "I can tell."

"You can tell?" Mo Qingyi grew even more curious, "How can you tell?"

Chu Jin spoke indifferently, "They share the appearance of mother and son; thus, they can definitely continue as such in their next life."

At that moment, a man dressed in Taoist robes, gasping for breath, ran over from the roadside, holding a peach wood sword, his face adorned with a goatee beard—a look that screamed Heavenly Master who catches ghosts.

"Young lady, young lady," the man said breathlessly, "You should hurry back home, it’s not safe here. I felt the presence of a fierce ghost." While speaking, he drew two pieces of yellow talisman paper from his bosom and stuffed them into Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi’s hands.

"These are amulets, keep them safe! Remember! No matter what you hear or see later, do not turn back!"

After finishing, he brandished his peach wood sword in the air, muttering incantations, "Supreme spirits of heaven and earth, the divine of the South Sea appear swiftly, by the decree of the Queen Mother of the West, with the utmost urgency..."

Once he finished the incantation and noticed Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi still standing there, his expression changed suddenly.

"Hey! You two young ladies, why haven’t you left yet? Don’t think I’m joking with you! I tell you, there really is a fierce ghost here! See that bloodstain? That’s where it just spilled its blood. To my knowledge, it must have died in a traffic accident and become an Earthbound Spirit! While it has just fallen into the ghostly path, I need to quickly take care of it! It’ll be too late if I wait! You two better hurry up and go! Later, when it shows up, I might not be able to protect you! Moreover, I’m telling you, there’s more than one ghost here!"

Just as Chu Jin was about to say something, the man hurriedly interrupted her.

"Ah! You two, hurry up and go! Can you not hold me back from saving all of mankind?"

Chu Jin raised an eyebrow slightly and spoke in a faint tone, "Look behind you."

The man turned around with some confusion, and when he clearly saw what was behind him, he immediately let out a scream, "Ah!"

Standing right behind him was a ghost with a long tongue hanging out!

Luckily, he quickly came to his senses and immediately grabbed a tool and started fighting the fierce ghost.

While fighting, he heard the girl’s light voice, "Qingyi, let’s go home."

"Jin ge, what is an Earthbound Spirit?"

Chu Jin explained, "The middle-aged woman we just encountered is an Earthbound Spirit..."

Their voices got further and further away.

After hearing this conversation, the man couldn’t help but question his life. Are girls these days all so valiant? They aren’t even afraid of ghosts! They even know what Earthbound Spirits are? Is this still the shy young girl he knew? If it were someone else, wouldn’t they have been scared out of their wits by now?

Meanwhile, inside Shi Yu Xuan.

Chen Xinci had not expected that the person summoning her was Song Shiqin. After he had helped her catch the thief that day, she went back and specifically looked him up, only to find out that he was the General of Hua Nation, Song Shiqin.

Could it be that Shi Yu Xuan was also a property of Song Shiqin?

"Mr. Song." Chen Xinci greeted him.

Song Shiqin pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Please take a seat, Miss Chen."

Chen Xinci leaned forward to sit down and then asked, "Is there something you wanted from me, Mr. Song?"

Song Shiqin’s mouth curved into a faint smile as he spoke in a deep voice, "It’s nothing major. I just wanted to verify something with Miss Chen." Being a military man, he was accustomed to getting straight to the point, so Song Shiqin didn’t beat around the bush with her.

Chen Xinci smiled graciously and said, "Please, go ahead."

Song Shiqin nodded; he liked dealing with straightforward people. Aside from Chu Jin, Chen Xinci was the second woman he regarded differently, but she didn’t give him that strange sense of palpitation.

Song Shiqin snapped his fingers, and immediately a staff member came over with a tablet computer for Chen Xinci.

Chen Xinci looked at Song Shiqin with some curiosity, "What is this?"

Song Shiqin took a sip of his tea and said, "Take a look at it."

Chen Xinci did as told and picked up the tablet, browsing through the content on the screen. After a moment, she asked somewhat puzzled, "What is it that you’re trying to convey, Mr. Song?"

Hearing this, Song Shiqin set down his teacup and looked seriously at Chen Xinci, "Is this newly risen ’National Goddess’ Miss Chen?"

His eyes were like the dawn, pitch black and bottomless, with eyebrows sharp like stars and an air of righteous vigor—extremely masculine.

He was probably the most manly man Chen Xinci had seen since returning to the country!

Chen Xinci felt a moment of reverie; if she were actually that mysterious National Goddess, he would certainly regard her differently. She saw expectation in Song Shiqin’s eyes, and furthermore, she had just seen that her own voting numbers online were the highest.

But after all, that wasn’t her. She couldn’t forget her original principles in life. Her foster mother used to say, "How can one satisfy everyone? Just remain true to one’s own heart."

With that thought in mind, Chen Xinci smiled with relief, "I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you, Mr. Song, but that’s not me. It might be one of the other two young ladies."

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