The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 383 - 381: Tsk tsk, none of them are human (Monthly ticket additional release)

Chapter 383: Chapter 381: Tsk tsk, none of them are human (Monthly ticket additional release)

"Do you have evidence? Without evidence, don’t talk nonsense! Auntie, Jesida is my boyfriend, how could I possibly harm him? I was scared to death just now and barely managed to run out here, wuwu."

Murong Qi clutched onto a middle-aged lady nearby and began to cry bitterly.

This middle-aged lady was rather kind-hearted and said to Shangguan Qiu, "Young lady, could there be some misunderstanding? Her boyfriend is so tall and strong, how could she possibly be his match?

Moreover, she’s injured. It must have been done by a wild animal; it can’t be her."

"Yeah, how could a little girl commit murder?"

"If you’re suspicious of someone, it’s better to present evidence."

The others all sided with Murong Qi, after all, she was covered in wounds and had also lost her boyfriend. It was normal for ordinary people to sympathize with the underdog.

"Her injuries were self-inflicted."

Shangguan Qiu looked at Murong Qi’s hands with a cold gaze.

She held out her hands, but there were no bloodstains on them.

"If these were self-inflicted, wouldn’t there be blood?"

Murong Qi cried with tears welling up in her eyes, "Why are you trying to slander me like this?"

"Alright! Stop arguing!"

The driver yelled, "Get on the bus quickly, don’t waste time!"

Shangguan Qiu still wanted to say something, but Qin Zhao pulled her aside, gesturing for her to board the bus first.

Once they were on the bus, Qin Zhao passed her a few words on a piece of paper.

#The driver and Murong Qi aren’t in cahoots. There’s no need to rush exposing her, let’s see where the bus takes us and what she wants to do by following us.

Qin Zhao’s judgment stemmed from the fact that the driver had just interrupted Murong Qi’s accusations.

If they were in cahoots, the driver and the ticket seller should have gone along with Murong Qi’s act and then kicked the two Heavenly Masters out, so they could deal with the other ordinary people better.

But neither the driver nor the ticket seller did so; they were instead annoyed by their quarreling.

It indicated that they just wanted to get these passengers back quickly and knew nothing of Qin Zhao and Shangguan Qiu’s Heavenly Master identities.

"When are we going to get there?"

"We’ve been driving for over three hours, how much longer?"

"This tourist site is so remote."

After driving for a while longer, the passengers on the bus couldn’t help but complain.

"We’re almost there, you can go to the hotel to rest for the night, then come out to look around tomorrow."

After the ticket seller finished speaking, she suddenly stood up and started distributing items to the passengers from a bag.

"If it’s your first time here, you don’t know the rules, so let me explain. Our temples are home to many spirits and ghosts, and they have very bad tempers.

This little wooden figure is a life-saving talisman made by a high monk. When you visit the temple, you must bring the talisman with you, otherwise, you might encounter evil forces."

The tourist site the passengers were heading to was Chiang Mai’s very famous temple.

How famous?

It was so well-known that even people within Hua Country had heard of it; they were aware that the Buddha charms from this temple were very powerful. However, these Buddha charms were not easily bought—it wasn’t something you could just purchase if you wanted to.

There were even people in the country who specially looked for proxies to buy these Buddha charms.

All of the tourists on the bus intended to pay homage at the temple and hopefully get a few Buddha charms to take back with them.

"Is it really so bizarre?"

"Really? That’s just to scare people, right?"

Some tourists didn’t believe it, to which the ticket seller said, "Believe it or not, it’s up to you. Don’t come looking for me if anything happens."

Her casual attitude actually made quite a few people safely tuck away the wooden figures.

Seeing this, the ticket seller sneered.

She knew that adhering to the principle of ’better safe than sorry,’ these people would definitely not discard the wooden figures.

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Before long, they arrived at their destination.

The glittering golden temple had many other visitors paying homage. Besides that, several more buses had arrived on another road, all loaded with tourists.

The scene before them didn’t seem abnormal compared to the promotional posters.

"Ts-ts, all ghosts."

Qin Zhao leaned against Chu Yan and said teasingly.

Every scene in this place was an illusion; even the tourists walking about were turned from ghosts.

"Let’s go rest at the hotel first."

The ticket seller came over and led them to the hotel.

By this time, the sky had already turned very dark.

Above was a thick layer of dark clouds, looking as if it would rain at any moment.

Chu Yan checked his watch; it was only four in the afternoon.

Upon arrival here, the other tourists also felt a wave of fatigue, as if they couldn’t muster any energy at all, simply wanting to rush to bed and sleep soundly.

This was because the yin energy here was too heavy, and the infiltration of yin energy into the body resulted in physical weakness.

The ticket seller said he would take them to the hotel, and they hurriedly followed.

Aside from Qin Zhao, Chu Yan, and Shangguan Qiu, the only one who was somewhat alert was Murong Qi.

She stared greedily at the ghosts wandering the roads, unable to control the covetous look in her eyes.

Qin Zhao gave her a glance and then entered the hotel with Chu Yan.

This place was full of ghosts; they didn’t eat anything here.

Who knew what filthy thing they might end up consuming? So they had Chu Yan’s packed meals.

Taking a chef with you when you travel sure is nice!

(～￣▽￣)～

After dinner, Qin Zhao went out for a stroll.

Next to the hotel was a large river, where she found the driver standing by the riverbank.

She approached and asked, "Why is this river so murky? The water is all black."

The driver was startled, turning his head to look at her.

"You... how do you know the water is black!"

According to the illusion, that river should have appeared crystal clear.

Confused, Qin Zhao said, "Ah, it seems I saw it wrong, it’s not black. Maybe I’m too tired, it clearly looks very clear, I can even see fish."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief.

"That’s right, the water is very clear."

Qin Zhao rolled her eyes inwardly, thinking, ghosts really can be stupid.

Initially, on the road, Qin Zhao hadn’t realized that he and the ticket seller were also ghosts.

But once she arrived at this place, with the yin energy being so dense, their presence was revealed.

It seemed that the ghosts here had some skill, as they had initially avoided her notice.

"There, why is someone pushing another person into the river?"

The driver turned his head just in time to see someone dragging a corpse into the river.

"It’s a water burial! It’s a local custom here!"

"No wonder."

No wonder the yin energy here was thick to the extreme.

The yin energy of this place all stemmed from this large river. The black water in the river sent the yin energy seeping upwards, gradually enveloping a vast area.

The driver was getting impatient with Qin Zhao.

Suddenly, he floated behind Qin Zhao, baring his teeth and lunging to bite her to pieces.

Qin Zhao turned around and walked towards the hotel.

The driver face-planted into the ground and then was flung out like a balloon.

"..."

He climbed out of the water, watching Qin Zhao’s receding figure in confusion.

Why did it feel like he’d been beaten up by a ghost?

But this woman in front of him was human.

However, he glanced at the time and didn’t have the luxury to ponder anymore.

Once Qin Zhao entered the hotel, he assumed she must have gone back to her room.

The driver took a bell out of his pocket and shook it quickly.

All the tourists brought by the buses, each holding a small wooden figure, lined up orderly and walked out from the hotel, heading towards the riverbank.