After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 55

Li Shaoyang turned around and nearly fainted.

Forty-four ghosts.

Had they all come?

Leading them was their boss, Niu Dazhu.

When they saw Li Qiao, their eyes were filled with both gratitude and fear.

“Master, we now know Liu Xing was the one who killed us.”

“He embezzled my compensation money.”

“He harassed my wife and only gave compensation afterward—I want revenge!”

“And me…”

“Master, he went too far.”

…

The group was furious.

To drive ghosts to the brink of rage, Liu Xing’s crimes must have gone far beyond just these.

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you, Master.”

They bowed in gratitude.

As Li Shaoyang watched them enter Wei Ting’s house, confusion gnawed at him.

“Qiaoqiao, you’re not subduing them? You’re letting them take revenge?”

Was this appropriate?

A faint, sly smile curled at the corner of Li Qiao’s lips.

“An eye for an eye, a debt for a debt.”

Besides, their deaths had been too unjust. Liu Xing deserved this fate the most.

Li Shaoyang fell silent.

Before long, terrified screams erupted from the Wei household.

Suddenly, a plume of black smoke materialized.

Cough, cough… “Lao Hei, must you be so dramatic when you show up? A cloud of black smoke in the middle of the night—are you trying to scare ghosts?”

Two men, one in black and one in white, appeared before them in sleek suits.

“Who are you?” Li Shaoyang eyed them warily.

Ignoring him, Xiao Bai (White) locked eyes with Li Qiao. His expression froze, then twisted into excitement. Without warning, he dropped to his knees.

“Are you insane?” Li Shaoyang stepped protectively in front of Li Qiao.

Under her silent signal, Xiao Bai’s gaze burned with fervor, while Xiao Hei (Black) remained stern, his eyes fixed intently on her.

Unlike Xiao Bai, he kept his composure. Neither spoke further.

Just then, the Wei household fell silent again.

The vengeful spirits reappeared, trembling at the sight of the Black and White pair. They glanced nervously at Li Qiao.

“Mortals have mortal laws, the underworld has its own. Come with us for judgment—now.” Xiao Hei’s voice was icy.

The spirits fidgeted in fear.

“They died unjustly. What they did today was to demand justice. I expect you to judge them fairly.”

She emphasized fairly, and the duo immediately understood.

Xiao Bai grinned eagerly. “You’re absolutely right. If you ever need anything, just say the word. Lao Hei and I will make sure it’s done.”

“Go. I’ll contact you if needed.”

“Of course! As for them, we’ll report everything truthfully.”

After exchanging a glance, Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai led the fifteen spirits away. Before leaving, the spirits bowed deeply to Li Qiao once more.

She promised them their grievances would be brought to light.

As they vanished, a surge of spiritual merit settled over her. Li Qiao exhaled in satisfaction, her body thrumming with renewed energy.

Li Shaoyang gaped beside her.

After a delayed reaction, he stammered, “Th-they… are they… the Black and White… Wuchang?”

Li Qiao nodded.

A chill crawled up Li Shaoyang’s spine. “I’ve lived long enough to see it all now.”

“No need to wait until you’re old. You’ll see them after you die too.”

“…” What a wonderful little sister.

With peace restored at the Wei residence, Li Qiao and Li Shaoyang headed home. The entire way, he bombarded her with questions about the Black and White Wuchang.

“They’re not like the legends at all… Since when do underworld enforcers dress so fashionably?”

To the untrained eye, they could’ve passed as young elites.

White Wuchang wore a pristine white suit, his shoes polished to a mirror shine. His hair? A stylish layered cut.

Black Wuchang was even more avant-garde—a sleek black suit, exuding icy dominance like a CEO. His hairstyle? A modern textured crop.

If he hadn’t seen it himself, he’d never have believed it.

“The underworld keeps up with the times too. Not all enforcers wear suits, though. Those two just found their old robes inconvenient, so they switched to something more practical.”

“…”

A lifelong belief shattered. Li Shaoyang opened and closed his mouth before asking, “Qiaoqiao, are you close with them?”

He’d noticed how fervently they’d reacted to her.

For underworld enforcers to show her such respect…

Li Shaoyang suddenly gripped her hand, his expression turning grave.

“Qiaoqiao, you’re part of the Li family. You’re my sister. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Second Brother… don’t overthink it.”

Li Qiao sighed in amusement and leaned against his shoulder. She’d never leave her family behind.

Back home, Li Shaoyang received a call from Wei Ting—there were things he needed to know.

After paying respects to her ancestral master, Li Qiao retreated to her room.

As she drew the curtains, her eyes met He Jingnian’s across the way.

His gaze lingered on the wutong tree outside. Her pulse jumped.

She quickly waved and shut the curtains, ready for bed.

Next door, He Jingnian took a slow sip of tea.

“Master Jiu, you should rest.”

“Finished your tonic?”

He Jingnian didn’t turn around.

He Yi’s face flushed. “Master Jiu… do I have to keep drinking it? I’m fine now.”

If this continued, he’d lose his mind.

He Jingnian was merciful. “Go see Chen Gu. He’ll arrange something for you.”

He Yi stiffened. “Master Jiu, I—”

“Go. You have two days off.”

Dismissed, He Yi left.

He Jingnian traced the Five Emperor Coins on his wrist, satisfied.

Star Coast

An upscale entertainment venue.

When He Yi found Chen Gu, his face was already beet red. He couldn’t get a full sentence out.

Chen Gu grinned. “He Yi, you’re too innocent. I told you to come lose your virginity ages ago. Now you’re just pent-up.”

“That’s not—”

“Relax, no need to explain. Master Jiu already filled me in. Don’t worry, I’ll get you two clean, beautiful girls.”

Chen Gu teased.

No matter how He Yi protested, he wouldn’t listen.

In the darkest corner of the VIP room, a young man in a black baseball cap swirled his drink.

“You’re quite the helper,” he remarked dryly.

“Of course. I’d never disrespect Master Jiu’s people. Besides, He Yi and I go way back.”

Chen Gu had He Yi escorted to a private room. Even if he refused the company, once the door closed, what happened inside was his business.

“How about you? We have fresh arrivals,” Chen Gu offered, crossing his legs.

“Not interested.”

“Fine, fine. Stay single forever. At this rate, I’ll start doubting your health.”

Chen Gu muttered. The man in the cap finished his drink and stood to leave.

The moment he stepped outside, a seemingly ordinary passerby stabbed him in the gut.

Blood gushed from his abdomen.

He frowned. What rotten luck.

A single phone call shattered the Li family’s peace.

Li Qiao stumbled downstairs, drowsy.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Liu Yusi gripped her hand in panic.

“Qiaoqiao, your third brother’s been stabbed!”