So this must be a class-restricted instance, restricted to classes capable of handling supernatural events?
When she first saw this concept, Bai Ci was still wondering what kind of unlucky bastard would be forced into the pool of selected classes if the next one was a class-restricted instance.
Now, oh... it turned out that unlucky bastard was herself.
Her class was indeed called Ghost Bride, but the focus of this class was on the latter word: bride.
She was a ghost's bride, not a ghost who happened to be a bride.
To force her in, the Anomalous Infection system had gone out of its way to find a Ghost Immortal under such unique circumstances like Ming Yi to satisfy the literal meaning of "Ghost Bride." It had really tried its best.
Of course, it was also possible that this instance just happened to have such a Ghost Immortal, and the system, seeing that she could barely squeeze in on a technicality, dragged her into the class pool.
A classic chicken-and-egg question.
While Bai Ci's thoughts drifted, Wu Daoqing pushed open the car door and stepped out.
The doors of the main building were wide open, and a group of people was already waiting at the entrance.
The man leading them was in his early thirties, dressed in a well-tailored dark suit. His features were gentle and refined, and his temperament was calm and dignified, though his complexion carried a faint, lingering paleness and exhaustion from long-term worry.
Butler Zhou introduced them to Wu Daoqing in a low voice, “This is Mr. Zhao, Madame, and the two young masters.”
In other words, the man at the front was the current head of the Zhao family, Zhao Cunzhi.
According to the information Wu Daoqing had received before coming, Zhao Cunzhi would celebrate his thirty-fifth birthday at the end of this year. He only had a few months left to live if the curse was not lifted this time.
This was already an extreme proximity to death. No wonder he was so anxious that he spared no effort to invite people of extraordinary ability from all over.
There was no time to try them one by one anymore. Casting a wide net and inviting a whole crowd meant there was a chance someone might succeed, whether by sheer luck or genuine skill.
Seeing Wu Daoqing approach, Zhao Cunzhi immediately took two steps forward, his attitude humble and sincere.
“Daoist Master Wu, you have traveled from afar. It must have been an exhausting journey. Thank you for your hard work.”
Zhao Cunzhi came forward to shake his hand warmly, his tone earnest.
“I am currently the head of the household. This bizarre occurrence in our family has persisted for many years. Not a single member of our family has lived past thirty-five. I am deeply worried.”
“But I am truly at my wit's end, so I had to take the liberty of seeking help from all of you experts.”
“If you can break this disaster and preserve the Zhao family line, Daoist Master, I will agree to any condition you name without hesitation.”
Wu Daoqing was still a novice who had just started out. He was somewhat at a loss as to how to handle a client placing such solemn trust in him.
He withdrew his hand slightly awkwardly, his earlobes turning a faint red, and answered straightforwardly, “Mr. Zhao, there's no need to be so polite. The reward written on the request form is more than enough; you don't need to add anything extra.”
“Dispelling disasters and resolving difficulties is the duty of us cultivators. I will certainly do my best to resolve the Zhao family's misfortune.”
“Then I shall trouble you, Daoist Master.” With that, Zhao Cunzhi stepped aside to reveal the people next to him, introducing them one by one.
“This is my wife, Sun Qing.”
The gentle woman beside him nodded slightly. Lingering worry was hidden in her eyes, but her manners were elegant and polite.
In front of her stood two little boys of about five or six, wearing matching light-colored children's clothing. Their facial features were almost identical—undoubtedly a pair of twins.
The two children had clean features and were well-behaved and quiet. They were at an age where they had no understanding or personal experience of life and death, making them appear exceptionally innocent compared to their emotionally suppressed parents.
“These are my sons, Shengjin and Shengyu.” Zhao Cunzhi's tone carried a worry he couldn't hide.
“They are still so young. If I... Forget it, I am not greedy for anything else. I only hope this bizarre curse doesn't pass down to them. Even if I am the last one to die, it doesn't matter.”
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Butler Zhou stepped forward to lead the way, taking Wu Daoqing upstairs to settle his luggage, rest for a moment, and then discuss the main business.
Just as the two of them stepped onto the stairs to the second floor, a group of four came toward them, crossing paths right then and there.
The four consisted of two men and two women, their temperaments and attire completely different. One could tell at a glance that their identities—or more accurately, their classes—varied.
The middle-aged man leading them was about thirty or forty, wearing a traditional Daoist robe. His beard and hair were neatly groomed, and his square face gave him the appearance of a reliable master.
Beside him was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, also looking to be in his thirties or forties.
Dressed in a simple, casual suit, he had a refined and elegant temperament with a distinct scholarly air. He did not look like a street charlatan but rather a professor who had spent years deep in academic research.
The two women had even more contrasting styles.
One wore an old-fashioned, slate-gray mandarin jacket, her clothes simple and retro, with her hair neatly pinned up behind her head. This reminded Bai Ci of Sangu, the NPC she had met in a previous instance.
She gave off the exact same vibe of a spirit medium.
The other woman wore a flowing, romantic Bohemian maxi dress, her long hair dyed red, and her features carrying an exquisite, mixed-race look.
Compared to the previous university professor-style man, this exquisite mixed-race beauty's temperament was even more mismatched with the theme of the instance.
For a moment, Bai Ci wondered: What, are there really this many unlucky bastards in this instance?
As the four walked toward them, their gazes subconsciously landed on Wu Daoqing.
Seeing that he was so young, barely in his early twenties, and though his heavenly master robe was neat, his eyes and gestures still carried an unrefined innocence, they couldn't help but size him up with hesitation.
In the next second, when the woman in the slate-gray jacket subconsciously swept her gaze over the empty space beside Wu Daoqing, she froze. Her pupils dilated instantly, and she shrieked.
“A ghost!”
“A female ghost in red!”
“There is actually a malevolent red-clothed spirit hiding here!”
The sharp scream instantly caused the atmosphere to tighten.
Bai Ci instinctively wanted to look around, but she immediately realized—could she be talking about her?
She hadn't even hidden herself. Wasn't she floating quite openly behind Wu Daoqing?
Compared to Bai Ci's relatively calm attitude, the content of the woman's shriek was a direct and solid offense to Ming Yi.
He instantly shoved Bai Ci aside and went online.
In the next instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a biting, icy-cold aura of malice swept through the area out of nowhere.
A cold, impatient male voice rang out in everyone's ears.
“A mere mortal with yin-yang eyes, yet you cannot tell the difference between an immortal and a ghost, nor distinguish righteousness from evil, superior from inferior.”
“Since you are so blind and ignorant, I see no reason to keep those eyes of yours around to get in the way.”
The woman with the spirit medium vibe froze, the color completely draining from her face.
She could clearly sense that overwhelming, terrifying power. It was absolutely not comparable to the ordinary little ghosts and evil spirits she had encountered in previous instances.
She was doomed. Had she exposed the boss right at the start? Was she going to die here?
No, please. Dying right at the start was something she had only experienced when she was a novice, back when she had almost died of an Anomalous Infection.
...
She still hadn't realized where the problem lay, Ms. Medium.
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