Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 535 Zhang Ling's Sleeves

The boss swallowed and lowered his voice and said, "It was a woman wearing a kimono, with a pale face and disheveled hair..."

Zhang Ling and Meizi looked at each other and both felt a little creepy.

"Then...let's go." Meizi pulled Zhang Ling's sleeve with some fear.

Zhang Ling nodded, helped Meiko stand up, and prepared to leave.

Just then, the door of the teahouse suddenly slammed shut.

Zhang Ling and Meizi were both startled and quickly turned to look at the door.

There was a woman in a kimono standing at the door, her face was pale and her hair was disheveled...

It’s the female ghost the boss mentioned!

The female ghost slowly raised her head, revealing a ferocious face with a faint green light flashing in her eyes.

"You...are all going to die..." The female ghost let out a shrill scream, the sound was piercing and creepy.

Zhang Ling protected Meizi behind him, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

It seems that tonight is destined not to be peaceful...

He took a deep breath, circulated his Qi to the extreme, and prepared himself for battle.

"Miko, don't be afraid, I'm here." He whispered, his tone firm but gentle.

Miko clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, her eyes full of fear, but also a hint of relief.

The female ghost let out a sharp scream and pounced towards Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling didn't dodge or evade, but punched out, hitting the female ghost right in the chest.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the female ghost was knocked back a few steps, but suffered no substantial damage.

She let out an angry roar and pounced on Zhang Ling again.

This time, Zhang Ling did not choose to fight head-on, but instead dodged the attack of the female ghost.

The female ghost missed her target and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Ling took the opportunity to step forward, stepped on the ghost girl's chest, and pinned her to the ground.

"Tell me, who are you?" Zhang Ling asked coldly.

The female ghost struggled and screamed miserably, but she never spoke a word.

Zhang Ling increased the force of his feet, and the ghost girl's face became paler and her breathing became rapid.

"I'll ask you one last time, who are you?" Zhang Ling's voice was cold and emotionless.

A trace of fear flashed in the ghost girl's eyes, and she finally spoke.

"I...I am..."

Her voice was hoarse and intermittent, as if it came from the depths of hell...

"I... I am... Xue Ji..." The ghost girl's voice was hoarse and weak, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

"Xue Ji?" Zhang Ling repeated the name, and his doubts grew. He had never heard of this name, and he had no idea what hatred she had with him.

"Why... do you want to hurt people?" Meizi asked with a trembling voice, hiding behind Zhang Ling.

Xue Ji's body trembled violently. She slowly raised her head, revealing a face covered in blood and tears. That face, rather than being horrible, was more like... despair.

"Hurting people? I didn't... I didn't hurt anyone..." Xue Ji's voice was intermittent, with endless sadness, "I just... want to go home..."

"Go home?" Zhang Ling frowned. The ghost girl's words were inconsistent, making him even more confused.

"I...I was...killed by them..." Xue Ji's voice became lower and lower, as if she would disappear at any moment, "They...killed me...killed me..."

Before she could finish her words, she started coughing violently, with black blood gushing out of her mouth.

Zhang Ling's heart moved, he felt that this female ghost seemed to have suffered some injustice.

"Xue Ji, please tell me slowly what happened?" Zhang Ling slowed down his tone, trying to calm Xue Ji down.

Xue Ji took a deep breath and told her story intermittently.

It turns out that Xue Ji was the daughter of a wealthy businessman a hundred years ago. She was beautiful and kind, and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, things never go as planned. A sudden plague took the lives of her parents and also caused her family to fall into poverty.

Xue Ji's uncle, now the owner of the teahouse, took the opportunity to seize her property and drove her out of the house. Xue Ji was left with nowhere to go and ended up living on the streets, where she eventually died of illness.

After her death, Xue Ji's resentment did not dissipate and she turned into a ghost, wandering around this teahouse, wanting to seek revenge.

"I... I didn't hurt anyone... I just... want them... to return my property... to me..." Xue Ji's voice became weaker and weaker, and her body became more and more transparent, as if she would disappear at any time.

Zhang Ling felt mixed emotions after hearing Xue Ji's story. He thought it was just an ordinary evil ghost, but he didn't expect there was such a tragic story behind it.

He glanced at Miko who was hiding behind him, then at the dying Yukihime, and made a decision in his heart.

"Xue Ji, I can help you." Zhang Ling said in a deep voice.

Xue Ji suddenly raised her head, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

"Really?" she asked tremblingly.

"Really." Zhang Ling nodded, "I can help you get revenge, and I can also help you get back what belongs to you."

"Thank you... Thank you..." Xue Ji's voice was full of gratitude. Her body gradually became transparent and finally disappeared.

The door of the teahouse opened with a bang, and moonlight poured in, illuminating everything inside the teahouse.

Zhang Ling and Meizi looked at each other and saw shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

"Zhang Ling, do you...do you really want to help her?" Meiko asked worriedly.

"Yeah." Zhang Ling nodded. "Although she is a ghost, she is also a pitiful person. She was murdered and her property was taken away. She just wants justice."

"But...she is a ghost after all..." Miko was still a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Zhang Ling gently patted Meizi's shoulder and comforted her, "I will protect you."

Meiko nodded, her fear slightly relieved.

Zhang Ling looked at the entrance of the teahouse, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Now, it's time to settle accounts with that boss."

The next morning, Zhang Ling and Meiko came to the teahouse again.

When the teahouse owner saw them, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You...why are you here again?" he asked with some stuttering.

"Boss, we want to ask you something." Zhang Ling's tone was cold, without a trace of emotion.

The boss's face turned ugly, and he stammered, "I... I don't know what you are talking about..."

"You really don't know?" Zhang Ling sneered, "Xue Ji, you should still remember, right?"

When the boss heard the name "Xue Ji", his face turned pale instantly.

"You...how do you know..." he asked tremblingly.

"I know much more than you think." Zhang Ling approached the boss step by step, "Now, I want you to return Xue Ji's property to her."

A trace of fear flashed in the boss's eyes, and he quickly stepped back, trying to escape.

However, Zhang Ling was faster. He grabbed the boss by the collar and lifted him up.

"What...what do you want to do?" the boss shouted in horror.

"I just want you to pay the price." Zhang Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light and his tone was as cold as frost.

He dragged the boss to the backyard of the teahouse, where there was a dry well.

"You...you can't..." The boss struggled desperately, but it was of no avail.

Zhang Ling sneered and threw his boss into the dry well without hesitation.

"what--"

After a shrill scream, the bottom of the well returned to calm.

Zhang Ling clapped his hands and turned to look at Meizi.

"Let's go." He said lightly.

Meizi nodded, followed Zhang Ling and left the teahouse.

The sunlight shone on them, as if it had coated them with a layer of golden light.

However, where the sun doesn't shine, darkness is still growing and spreading...

Zhang Ling and Meizi didn't know that their actions had attracted the attention of a mysterious organization.

And this organization will bring them even greater troubles...

"I... I am..." The ghost's voice was hoarse, like nails scratching on a blackboard, creepy. "I am... Hanako..."

"Hanako?" Zhang Ling repeated the name, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "Why do you want to hurt people?"

Hanako suddenly started coughing violently, her body shaking as if it would fall apart at any moment. After finally stopping the cough, she raised her head with difficulty, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Hurting people? Haha..." Hanako let out a shrill laugh, full of resentment and despair. "I... I didn't hurt anyone... I just... wanted revenge..."

"Revenge?" Zhang Ling frowned. "Who are you taking revenge on?"

Hanako did not answer, but just stared at Zhang Ling, her eyes filled with flames of hatred.

Meizi hid behind Zhang Ling, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly.

"You...who are you?" Meiko asked courageously, her voice trembling slightly.

Hanako ignored Miko and continued to stare at Zhang Ling as if she wanted to devour him.

"You...if you don't say anything, I will..." Zhang Ling raised his fist and pretended to hit him.

"Stop!" a voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang Ling and Meizi were both startled and quickly turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a man in a white suit slowly walking towards me with a wicked smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked vigilantly.

The man smiled and did not answer. Instead, he walked straight to Hanako, squatted down, and gently stroked her cheek.

"Hanako, you've suffered," the man said gently, his tone full of pity.

Hanako stared at the man blankly, her eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

"Who...are you?" Hanako asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"I am...your master..." The man smiled, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Master?" Hanako became even more confused.

The man stood up, turned and looked at Zhang Ling, his eyes full of provocation.

"Boy, you are pretty good. You can actually hurt my Hanako." The man said with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked again, his tone full of impatience.

"I'm... Ichiro Yamamoto..." The man smiled, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes. "Remember this name, because... you will die in my hands soon..."

Zhang Ling sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Really? I want to see what you can do..."

Ichiro Yamamoto didn't say anything else, just snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, all the lights in the teahouse went out, and the entire teahouse fell into darkness.

"Miko, be careful!" Zhang Ling quickly protected Meiko behind him and looked around vigilantly.

In the darkness, there were bursts of eerie laughter, which made people shudder.

"Hehehe...boy, you're dead..." Yamamoto Ichiro's voice echoed in the darkness, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the darkness and pounced towards Zhang Ling.