Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts
Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts | Chapter 47 – Soul Summoning Begin

“It’s almost 1 a.m. Get ready,” Brother Xiang said, glancing at the time. He pointed at the crossroads and instructed, “We’ll start the crying ritual in a bit. Chief Li, you and Chen Hui put on these mourning clothes and cry here to summon Li Shanshan’s one soul and five spirits back. During this, you might encounter interference from wandering ghosts, or even disruptions from Li Shanshan’s evil spirit. This is where Chen Hui comes in. If it’s other ghosts, drive them away. But if it’s her evil spirit causing trouble, just ignore her. No matter what she does, don’t engage—just focus on summoning her back into the banner.”

“Once all her spirits are gathered, Chief Li, you will hold the white banner, crying while reciting the incantation I taught you. Remember, you cannot stop or look back along the way. Walk straight to Li Shanshan’s room and plant the banner at her bedside. That’ll do it. Xiao Hui, your job is to protect Chief Li and Li Shanshan’s spirits. There are still many restless ghosts lingering around the hospital.”

Brother Xiang added one final warning, “Let me stress this again: Li Shanshan’s spirits are extremely fragile. Be extra cautious. If even one spirit is lost, even if we save her, she might end up a vegetable—or worse, a fool.”

“Got it,” I nodded. No matter what, I had to give it my all. After all, Li Shanshan and I had some connection, however small.

Soon, it was 1 a.m. Brother Xiang and Uncle Jin stepped aside, and all the police officers were moved to places where they couldn’t see us. The crossroads around us became eerily empty, and even the streetlights had been turned off. The atmosphere turned chilly and spooky, as expected for the dead of night.

“Whooo… whooo…” Chief Li knelt in the middle of the crossroads, dressed in white mourning clothes, sobbing loudly while burning spirit money.

Standing beside him, I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Li Shanshan’s three souls and seven spirits, come back! Return to your rightful place! At the ends of the street, there is a wandering soul. Under the bed, another wandering soul. Front of the house, back of the house—wandering souls, one by one! Li Shanshan’s three souls and seven spirits, come back! Come back!”

Chief Li cried while calling out, “Shanshan, please come back! Your dad raised you all by himself—it hasn’t been easy for me. Come back, won’t you?”

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. Wasn’t there a middle-aged woman with Chief Li when I first met him? Later, I learned she was actually Li Shanshan’s stepmother.

At first, Chief Li’s crying seemed fake. But as he went on, it turned genuine, tears streaming down his face. Maybe recalling memories of raising Li Shanshan had really hit him hard. He started sobbing about her childhood as I kept chanting, “Li Shanshan’s three souls and seven spirits, come back…”

Five minutes passed, and there was still no sign of her spirits. Chief Li’s eyes were swollen from crying, and I began to wonder if something was wrong. Just then, a translucent figure of “Li Shanshan” suddenly appeared beside us.

This version of Li Shanshan had a faint, ghostly form. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she’d been crying. She sobbed, “Dad, I’ll never be naughty again. I promise I’ll never upset you anymore, sob sob…”

Seeing her, Chief Li’s face lit up with joy. He lunged forward to hug her, but I quickly held him back. Li Shanshan was too fragile in her current state—his yang energy might harm her.

Realizing this, Chief Li grabbed the banner and waved it in front of her. The ghostly figure of Li Shanshan vanished, drawn into the banner.

That spirit must have been her love spirit. Chief Li’s heartfelt recounting of her childhood memories must have moved her.

Next came the anger spirit, which appeared in a rage, yelling about how angry she was with Chief Li for forcing her to study abroad. She demanded an apology. Chief Li, swallowing his pride, apologized profusely and even turned on the waterworks, finally winning her over.

The grief spirit was much easier to handle—utterly dejected and negative, she barely needed encouragement before being drawn into the banner. As for the fear spirit, it was practically trembling at the sight of us. A couple of stern words from Chief Li, and it was secured.

As Brother Xiang had mentioned, different spirits required different approaches. Try to reason with a fear spirit, and it’ll end up being a competition over who’s more pitiful. But dealing with an anger spirit required complete submission—act tough, and it’ll escalate into a fight.

These fragmented spirits embodied the extremes of a person’s emotions. You had to adapt to each one accordingly.

After another twenty minutes of chanting, there was still no sign of the last soul and spirit. The three primary souls—heavenly, earthly, and human—each played crucial roles. The heavenly soul, or life soul, governed one’s lifespan; the earthly soul, or conscious soul, controlled awareness; and the human soul influenced emotions and desires.

Soon enough, the earth soul appeared—a blue orb, roughly the size of a basketball. Without hesitation, it flew straight into the banner. This was the easiest one yet.

Now, only the final spirit remained. Could it be joy, evil, or desire? We hoped for joy, but knowing our luck, it was likely to be something troublesome.

Sure enough, as if the heavens enjoyed toying with us, the last “Li Shanshan” appeared behind us not long after the earth soul returned.

This “Li Shanshan” wasn’t like the others. Instead of crying or reminiscing, she glared at Chief Li and demanded, “Give me back my one soul and four spirits!”

“Shanshan, don’t be stubborn. Just come into the banner, and everything will be fine,” Chief Li coaxed her with a sincere smile. Honestly, his acting skills were Oscar-worthy.

“I’ll go back, sure,” the evil spirit snapped. “But I’ve always been suppressed by joy, grief, and love. I’ve never had a chance to take control. I want to be in charge—I want to be the villain!”

I almost laughed out loud. Li Shanshan’s evil spirit was weirdly adorable. I mean, who loudly declares their desire to be a villain? Real bad guys usually pretend to be saints until they strike. Compared to them, this evil spirit was downright entertaining.

“Stop it. Get in the banner, now,” Chief Li said, his tone firm. We’d discussed earlier that evil spirits weren’t easily swayed by emotions. You had to use a mix of persuasion and authority.

“You get in the banner!” the evil spirit retorted, throwing a punch at Chief Li. He dodged quickly—not because he feared being hurt, but to avoid harming the spirit with his yang energy.

At that moment, four wandering ghosts emerged behind Li Shanshan’s evil spirit, their cold eyes fixed on us. Their intentions were anything but friendly.

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