Chapter 89 Part 1
Su Da Yi, seeing Zhou Yi’s small, unfocused eyes after he removed his glasses, immediately shouted at Wu Heng vengefully, ‘Wu Heng, as a shaman doctor, restore his vision immediately! Show us your skills!’
Zhou Yi: “…”
He just made it run for exercise! Was this fox that petty?
Wu Heng’s lips twitched slightly, “Sure, next time there’s a patient with an eye problem, I’ll perform LASIK for Zhou Yi.”
Shamanic medicine did have remedies for myopia. Not a problem, but Zhou Yi planned to wait until after the college entrance exams.
Wu Heng, seeing that the Gu masters were frozen in fear, picked up a bamboo tube, approached the corpse Gu, and trapped it inside.
The Gu masters: “?”
That easy?
Chinese medicine practitioners often used venomous snakes, centipedes, and insects in their remedies and wines. They weren’t surprised that Wu Heng captured the Gu.
But some were still upset, “So my golden silkworm died for nothing?!”
Years of cultivation, wasted, just to feed this new Gu?
Wu Heng said, “Don’t worry, Grandmas, I’ll capture more of these corpse Gu for you as compensation.”
The police officers present exchanged glances, something about his tone wasn’t right.
‘Here he is! I caught him!’ Lai Jun, a small, skinny male ghost dangling from his soul-snatching rope, said to the courier, ‘He was playing games on your sofa when I got there.’
The courier, faintly hearing the Yin messenger’s voice, his eyes widened in shock.
The skinny ghost boy quickly defended himself, ‘But I paid for the electricity! I powered all his appliances! The lights, the TV, the refrigerator, everything!’
Wu Heng, turning to the bewildered courier, “So you touched his appliances, that’s how you were affected.”
The courier almost laughed, a ghost living in his house, and a responsible one at that, even paying the bills!
‘Wait, you’re the boy who found me after I fell! You’re a ghost too?’ Zhou Fenghua, puzzled, looked at the student ghost, she had clearly seen him in class yesterday, turning to look at her.
And the courier said the static electricity problem had started several days ago, so it couldn’t have been a sudden death last night, then who was that student yesterday?
The student ghost lowered his head, mumbling, unable to answer.
“Grandma Lai was right. That corpse Gu was raised on human blood,” Wu Heng said, his gaze on the student ghost, “Yours, to be precise.”
Everyone took a step back, staring at the skinny figure, the heavy Yin qi in the clinic making it faintly visible even to ordinary people like the village chief.
‘I… I was addicted to online games, my parents sent me to a… rehab camp… and the instructors electrocuted me…’ the student ghost said, his face filled with terror, his voice trembling. ‘Some… deity… ordered us to… put Gu worms… in schools… or we’d be… electrocuted again…’
Having died from electrocution, his fear understandable, he had no choice but to obey.
‘I… I didn’t want to… so I ran away… I ended up in a delivery truck… I followed that man home… his computer is amazing… so I played a few games…’
Chen Zhao suddenly asked, “Did they pay you?”
The ghost boy shook his head. ‘No… they just… electrocuted us…’
But the others weren’t focused on payment, but his words about schools…
Wu Heng looked at the bamboo tube containing the corpse Gu. “These are easy to reproduce, just an exchange of saliva, creating eggs, once mature, they consume the host’s flesh and blood, until death, then complete control, and the Gu master can control the living corpse remotely.”
The way these Gu worms operated left a trace of the original soul, allowing normal function, school, exams, making it difficult to detect.
The Zhou family was relieved. Zhou Yi wouldn’t fall for this unless those girls had a thing for geniuses.
Zhou Yi’s face turned red. “Saliva exchange doesn’t necessarily mean kissing! Sharing drinks or food also works.”
The village chief waved his hand dismissively. “We know you have no chance,” as if Wu Heng would let a living corpse inside his clinic.
Wu Heng turned to Zhou Fenghua’s soul, “Teacher Zhou, your strong attachment kept you here for three years. The others were completely taken over by the Gu.”
Wang Jun’s face hardened. “So there are… living corpses in our middle school?”
Zhou Yi shuddered. Could his classmates, those he chatted with yesterday, be insects in disguise?!
Who knew what those behind this were planning, imagination was a powerful and terrifying thing.
‘Students… students…’ Zhou Fenghua’s voice was filled with terror as she rushed towards the door, unable to bear the thought.
‘Fenghua, wait!’ the village chief shouted, but it was too late, her soul already outside.
Zhou Yi quickly opened the door, the sunlight streaming in, and a cry echoed,
‘Aaaaa, hot, hot!’ the student ghost, shielding his eyes, cried out in pain.
Lai Jun, although also recoiling, quickly took out a fan from his lantern and shielded himself, chasing after her.
Ghosts feared sunlight. Yin messengers too, but not as severely, Lai Jun was used to it.
The Zhou family was worried, Zhou Fenghua hadn’t adapted to being a ghost, still thinking she was human, her soul would be damaged by the sun!
The village chief grabbed Grandma Lai’s arm, “Quickly, get your jar, trap her soul, he began, but stopped mid-sentence.
They rushed out, staring at the shadowy figure in the sunlight.
Zhou Fenghua, unharmed?! No signs of burns!
Lai Jun, pulling his hat lower, exclaimed, ‘A powerful spirit, not fearing sunlight? That’s not right! When I escorted Nie Wei, she complained about the discomfort, that’s why those ghosts in Ping An village were active only at night! Is this spirit even more powerful than a ghost king?‘
Wu Heng, smiling faintly, watching the retreating figure, “She has merit.”
Not just from her teaching, but for bringing the concept of “knowledge changes fate” to their remote villages, she was the first in thirty years to enter the ancestral hall through the main gate.
Wu Heng turned to the Gu masters, “Take the insect repellent with you, accompany Teacher Zhou.”
Wang Jun, sensing something, “Half of you stay and handle the body, the rest, come with us to the school.”
Zhou Yi, abandoning his scooter, got into the police car and watched Wang Jun report to his superiors.
“The students at Hezipo Middle School haven’t been vaccinated yet?”
Zhou Yi nodded, “The principal planned to do it after our final exams.”
Wang Jun cursed, “Now, we’re not even sure if they can have the exams!”
Zhou Fenghua, although dead for three years, was still new to being a ghost, and realized she could fly now, or rather, float.
She quickly went to her school, to her classroom, peering inside. The boy who first found her was playing with his classmates.
“Tang Liang, I’m thirsty, can I have some of your water?” he asked. “I won’t drink from the bottle.”
“Sure,” the boy smiled and handed over his bottle.
Zhou Fenghua, perhaps due to the three years with the corpse Gu, noticed a worm by his throat, extending its ovipositor.
“Crack!”
Just as he was about to drink, the bottle inexplicably slipped from his hands and fell to the floor.
He bent down to pick it up but couldn’t, like something was holding it down.
“Huh?! What’s going on?”
His classmates looked, curious, then a girl, who was writing an essay, said nervously, “You all saw Doctor Wu’s live stream last night with Teacher Zhou, right? She’s not here today, could it be…”
Whispers of fear rippled through the classroom.
The class president spoke up. “So what if it’s Teacher Zhou?! We watched the replay last night, she won’t harm us! And even Zhou Yi was possessed and jumped off a building, what’s there to be afraid of now?!”
“Teacher Zhou was always the best to us. Strict when necessary, kind and caring like an older sister, my English was terrible, only forty points, now I can score 130!”
A girl, sniffling, her eyes tearing up, “I cried watching the replay last night, we won’t have Teacher Zhou anymore.”
“Teacher Zhou, is that you?”
Zhou Fenghua, her foot on the water bottle, glared at that “human” who was just a bug in disguise, her former student.
“Tang Liang,” smiling strangely, took out another bottle of water, “Here.”
Zhou Fenghua, her rage erupting, forgetting her height, only 155cm as a ghost, lunged at the 180cm boy, tackling him to the ground.
The students screamed in terror, their classmate collapsing suddenly, the class president running off to find their teacher.
