Chapter 28: So… He’s a Dog Demon?

Yin Qing had been nothing more than a third-tier actress, with little value except for her looks. Liao Wu had taken a liking to her and wanted to coerce her into a deal behind the scenes.

But Yin Qing resisted. When she tried to escape, he accidentally killed her.

Not wanting the situation to escalate, he planted a corpse gu worm in her, turning her into a living corpse. His plan was to eventually stage her accidental death to erase any connection to himself.

However, after Yin Qing was “resurrected,” he changed his mind.

He decided she could be used to seduce male celebrities. He even applied special fragrant oils to her, which would accelerate the corpse worm’s consumption of the soul.

Unfortunately for him, they chose the wrong target this time—or they might’ve gotten away with it.

Having gotten back on his feet, Liao Wu glared at Bai Yu, who had ruined his plan. But when he saw Bai Yu’s clawed hand, his expression changed completely.

“You—you… you’re a demon?!”

Bai Yu might’ve feared ghosts, but not people. Having been humiliated like that, he was fuming.

Without answering, he instantly shifted back into his beast form and lunged, biting Liao Wu’s leg.

“AHHH!!!” Liao Wu let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Bai Yu held on with his teeth, growling viciously while jerking his head to tear at the flesh.

Seeing this, Xie Shiyu couldn’t help but ask, “…You said he’s a demon… so… is he a… dog demon?”

Tu Shanju froze for a beat, glanced at Bai Yu, then burst into laughter. “Pfft—HA! A dog demon! Hahahahaha…”

Bai Yu also froze, baring his teeth at Xie Shiyu.

But then he realized—doing that only made him look more like a dog.

So he quickly shut his mouth.

At that moment, Xu Jiangshan and his team finally arrived.

Seeing Bai Yu wreathed in demonic energy, Chen Rang immediately drew his Ma Snake Whip. “Where did this dog demon come from? Stop hurting people!”

Bai Yu’s fur practically stood on end. “I’m a fox! A FOX! Not a dog! You’re the dog demon! Your whole family’s dog demons!”

Tu Shanju laughed until she had tears in her eyes.

Xie Shiyu instinctively reached out to wipe them, but she beat him to it, sloppily rubbing her face with her sleeve. He awkwardly withdrew his hand.

Once Bai Yu explained everything, Xu Jiangshan and his team understood the situation.

It was a classic case of a dark gu master harming people.

The Earthly Underworld’s human operations office didn’t just manage ghosts and demons—they were also responsible for dark practitioners in the human world.

But cases like this were rare these days.

Because if an ordinary person committed murder, the worst penalty was death.

But if a practitioner harmed others with spiritual arts, death wasn’t the end—they’d be condemned to the 18 layers of Hell, never to be reborn.

So most cultivators avoided such crimes.

But dark gu masters were a different breed. When they died, their souls were often parasitized by their clan’s insects and eventually revived through suitable corpses.

Xu Jiangshan stepped forward toward Tu Shanju. “Daoist Tu Shan, may I barter a knife with you?”

“Of course.” Tu Shanju had been prepared. She pulled out a delicate little pair of scissors. “Initial agreement reached. I’ll speak; you record.”

“Liu Jinhao.”

“Pfft, he got infected?”

“Du Zizheng.”

“Ugh, sleazebag. Serves him right.”

“Gu Lei.”

“What? He just asked me out for drinks yesterday!”

“Bai Yu!”

Bai Yu: “Hey—wait, what?! Why me? I threw up!”

Tu Shanju shot him a look. “I meant shut up!”

Bai Yu instantly dropped to the floor, covering his mouth with both fluffy paws.

After Tu Shanju finished listing names, Xu Jiangshan closed his tablet.

“Got it. Thank you for your hard work tonight. I’ll include your name on the case report. Please come to the office tomorrow to sign it.”

“Will do,” Tu Shanju replied.

Normally, catching ghosts didn’t require paperwork—their souls were marked by the cultivator, which served as proof.

But dark spiritual practitioners were different. Since they weren’t ghosts, they had to first be tried in the human world. After sentencing, their souls would then be passed to the Underworld.

So detailed records were necessary. Only then could credit (and merit points) be officially awarded.

This Liao Wu had taken multiple lives—the point reward would be substantial.

Before long, ambulances and police cars arrived.

Tu Shanju pulled Xie Shiyu away with her.

What followed no longer concerned her.

The celebrities and agents who had been targeted would be handled by Xu Jiangshan’s team.

The metaphysical world had no shortage of experts. This was nothing.

Plus, Chen Rang was the direct heir of the Lüshan Sect.

And Lüshan’s specialty? Sorcery and exorcism.

Petty corpse gu bugs? Please—they were child’s play.

Two people had come to the hotel, but three were leaving.

Bai Yu was sitting in the backseat, quietly crying into his phone as he called his parents.

After that horrifying scene, the police had sealed off the hotel. No one had been allowed to come down—so no one except a select few knew what had really happened.

To the others, they were simply told that Yin Qing had “accidentally fallen from upstairs” and died on the spot.

The gruesome truth—her decaying body—was hidden from public view.

Unsurprisingly, many guests had already fled the hotel.

Bai Yu’s agent called a driver to take them to another location.

But Bai Yu absolutely refused to stay there another second.

In the end, he used a piece of top-grade imperial green jade to buy himself a seat in Xie Shiyu’s car.

In the front passenger seat, Tu Shanju was hugging a jade stone the size of her head, smiling brightly as she absorbed the spiritual energy radiating from it.

Totally worth the trip.

Not only had she earned back the points she’d lost, she’d also bartered a knife with Nancheng’s local office head Xu Jiangshan.

And, on top of that, she got an unexpected surprise: a jade stone worth over 100 million.

Perfection.

Back in the city center, they dropped Bai Yu off at a five-star hotel.

Then she and Xie Shiyu returned to the old Xie estate.

It was already 1:30 in the morning.

As they went upstairs, Xie Shiyu massaged his brow.

The night had been… a lot.

He’d just discovered that this world wasn’t just humans and ghosts—but also demons.

He used to think only TV dramas had stuff like that.

And if not for Tu Shanju, he’d never have had any contact with this realm at all.

Tonight had been eye-opening, to say the least.

Tu Shanju, unaware of his thoughts, saw him rubbing his temples and assumed he was just tired.

He’d worked overtime earlier, and then spent the night helping her.

Guilt rose in her heart.

At his bedroom door, she suddenly stopped him. “Xie Shiyu, wait a second—I want to get something for you!”