Wang Wei glared at Xu Yang. When he and his master had stolen the remains from the cemetery, they'd thoroughly investigated this young man. Twenty-two years old. High school education. Utterly ordinary. Even Mr. Lin from Lushan Dao had confirmed Xu Yang was just a commoner. How could they have anticipated this?
"The jianghu settles its own affairs." Wang Wei spat through bloodied lips. "But using ghostly tricks? Coward!" His muscles bulged as he strained against invisible bonds - the ghost queen's yin energy held him suspended mid-air like a puppet.
Xu Yang strolled closer, flames dancing on his fingertips. "Where are my grandfather's bones?" The heat seared Wang Wei's cheek.
"Gone!" The martial artist laughed hoarsely. "My master took them to Lushan Dao! They're preparing rituals to bind your spectral whore!" His laughter died as cold spectral fingers materialized around his throat.
The ghost queen materialized fully, crimson dress billowing without wind. "Fool." Her voice echoed like temple bells. "Your master's soul still lingers here." She gestured, and the mourning hall's oil lamp flared. A translucent figure coalesced - the dead martial master's spirit, vacant-eyed and moaning.
Wang Wei's defiance cracked. "No... Master..." Tears streaked his bruised face as the ghost queen casually molded his master's soul into a glowing orb, tossing it between her hands like a child's toy.
Xu Yang's fire extinguished. "Last chance. The bones."
"Y-you're wrong!" Wang Wei choked. "That grave... Mr. Lin said... the remains couldn't be your grandfather's!" His eyes darted to the tortured soul-sphere. "He detected residual life essence! Your grandfather... he's not dead!"