In the huge and luxurious underground palace, An Rugu stood in front of the mural and looked at the ever-burning lantern in the distance.

The ever-burning lantern was dimly lit, the light swaying gently, quiet and peaceful.

An Rugu’s eyes darkened. The pattern of the celadon ever-burning lantern was exquisite and complex. If it was placed in a museum, she would linger and appreciate it carefully.

But now, she had no thought of appreciating this odd thing.

If something is abnormal, there is a yao.¹

She closed her eyes and raised her hands to cover her eyelids. Three seconds later, she opened her eyes again. The world under her yin and yang sight was completely different from before.

The celadon ever-burning lantern was surrounded by thick ghostly and demonic aura. After careful perusal, it seemed that the evil taint around on Professor Zhang had this same origin.

It seemed that it was not a ghost who lit the lantern, but the ever-burning lantern lit up spontaneously—the ghost was in the lantern itself.

Blinking her eyes, An Rugu closed her yin and yang sight. They had been in a stalemate for a long time, and the other party seemed to have no intention of attacking. The lantern lit up as if it was only fulfilling its obligation to provide her with light.

It was just that the lighting method really scared countless people, and the timid people in the livestream channel no longer dared to look at their phones.

Many people gave An Rugu advice in the barrage, such as to kowtow three times or pricking her fingers and using the blood and essence to drive away the ghosts.

Some suggestions made sense, but some suggestions made no sense at all.

An Rugu raised her clear and clean eyes and put the phone to her lips. “I have something to take care of. I will be back in ten minutes.”

Then she turned off the phone’s camera and microphone. The livestream channel was not closed, but it was no better than being closed. The screen was black.

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At this time, the livestream channel already had 63.52 million popularity. If it was any other small streamer, there was no way they would have neglected the channel at all.

But An Rugu was unique, and she completely ignored the millions of people in the livestream channel.

The celadon ever-burning lantern in front of her has attracted all of her attention.

She stepped forward and walked straight towards the two coffins in the center, here on the third floor of this underground palace.

For some reason, when she got closer to the ever-burning lantern, the light started to flicker more and more, as if the lantern was a little surprised as to why she was so calm and relaxed and that she even dared to come over.

In front of her were the two golden nanmu coffins, which looked undamaged. After all, the items on the first and second floors have not yet been emptied completely, so the three thieves haven’t thought of touching the owner of the tomb yet.

An Rugu withdrew her gaze and glanced at the celadon lantern. “Who is this noble person?² Why are you hiding?”

The swaying flame gradually became larger, and then, the green smoke that originally floated upward began spreading out in all directions. The smoke seemed to be controlled by invisible hands.

Some areas of the green smoke were so thick that they were white, and some areas were so light that they were invisible.

They actually used the smoke to form a sentence: [I too wish to ask thee].

They also want to ask her.

An Rugu: “…”

She wanted to retort, but then she thought about it, and it seemed to be right.

This ghost was likely of the tomb, while she herself was an outsider. What the other party said was correct.

Before she could answer, the steaming green smoke formed new words: [Dost thou desire a treasure?]

Did she want a treasure.

An Rugu: “?”

With the green smoke and offering a wish, could this ghost be akin to Aladdin’s magic lamp from the Western stories?³

However, the legendary magic lamp in the West should not be able to write classical Chinese.

She looked hard at the lantern, examining it carefully. She remained silent for a long time, thinking about what this ghost wanted to do.

Suddenly, she pulled out a name from her memory palace—the Ghost Transporter Technique. The alchemist used the Ghost Transporter Technique to drive ghosts into taking away people’s property without breaking people’s doors and barricades.

In fact, just like the good luck talisman, it was a technique that borrowed wealth in advance. Even if the person gained a huge amount of wealth in a short period of time, it would inevitably return to its original state in the future—and it would not be as good as before.

One needed to accumulate virtue and do good deeds to make up for the overdraft of wealth in advance.

The relationship between the alchemist and the ghost should be one of employment. However, some alchemists had filthier hearts than even ghosts. They directly capture, imprison and refine these ghosts, and use the power of the captive ghosts to make money.

Kuman Thong from a certain country in Southeast Asia was the leading example of this.

An Rugu then thought about it—could it be that the ever-burning lantern ghost was locked in by the alchemist and controlled by enchantments, forced to help people fulfill their wishes?

Seeing that she didn’t answer, the lingering green smoke turned into new words: [Now that thou art here, thou should knowest that all manner of gold and silver treasures abound in this palace].

An Rugu: “…”

The owner of this tomb was so generous. He was actually willing to give away his burial objects to others.

Gold, silver, porcelain, jade, and precious stones… there was nothing she could imagine that was not found in this tomb.

As long as one made a wish, one could take away priceless treasures, and one would definitely reach the top of one’s life from now on. Money and silk ever moved people’s hearts, and the words of the ever-burning were too tempting.

But An Rugu’s expression remained unchanged, and there was no fluctuation in her heart. “Those three tomb robbers probably made a wish?”

However, the unexpected wealth they gained was a misfortune rather than a blessing. Whether it be money to buy life, or money borrowed from the future—only the money you earned earnestly was the good kind of money that you could spend in your life.

An Rugu had posed it as a question, but her tone was very sure.

[Of course].

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T/N: Kuman Thong—Golden Little Boy—is a household divinity in Thailand folk religion. A fetus who died unborn is removed from the mother’s body, roasted until dry, then lacquered with a kind of gold paint, with many rituals performed along the way. They supposedly bestow protection, personal gains, good fortune, wealth, and harm to others.

This is now illegal but replicas are still sold for locals and as tourist souvenirs. No visual aid; it’s enough that I traumatized myself googling about this.

FOOTNOTE:

1. 妖 or yao. Demon, phantom, goblin, witch, strange and bizarre happenings. You get the idea. It’s the same character that is used in the Japanese word ‘youkai’. And—of course, why not—it also refers to seductively, beautiful women. ↩︎
2. An Rugu uses 阁下 or gexia. It can be translated to ‘your majesty’, ‘sire’, ‘your excellency’. ↩︎
3. Technically, Aladdin is not a ‘western’ story but it is pretty ‘west’ from China. ↩︎