Chapter 264: Instant Kill: Ghost Controller

"After delivering this letter, I'll go to the second floor of the Ghost Post Office, but this third letter seems off."

At this moment, on the streets of a city, Li Yi stared at the yellow letter in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.

This delivery request demanded he deliver the letter to a Ghost Controller named Song Jin within three days.

Yes.

He hadn't misread it—Li Yi's target this time was actually a Ghost Controller.

"A Ghost Controller won't calmly accept a letter; the moment he sees I'm here to deliver it, he'll likely kill me on the spot. And against irrational supernatural forces, even as an Evolved One, I can't be sure I can handle it—but the delivery instructions didn't say I had to deliver it to a living Ghost Controller."

"A dead Ghost Controller might do."

Li Yi's eyes flickered; a plan surged in his mind.

Rather than risk communicating with the Ghost Controller, it was better to strike first—kill him, then slip the letter into his corpse's hand.

Ghost Controllers are still fundamentally ordinary humans; their lives haven't transformed. If I suddenly attack, my advantage is still great. If I go to meet and negotiate, I'll lose that edge and give him time to prepare.

So he didn't want to gamble.

After deciding, Li Yi immediately headed toward a villa estate on the city's outskirts, guided by the letter's directions—Song Jin lived there.

He didn't waste time this time, fearing Song Jin might leave the area in a few days; finding him later would be difficult. To ensure the third letter's successful delivery, Li Yi moved swiftly.

The villa's security was meaningless to him.

Li Yi moved like an assassin, hidden in the darkness; with just swift movement, he reached the outside of the Ghost Controller Song Jin's house.

He peered through the window.

He couldn't pinpoint Song Jin's location, but faintly heard agonized moans coming from somewhere inside—multiple voices, and by their tone, all women.

"Song Jin has imprisoned at least four women."

He formed a rough judgment.

Then Li Yi confirmed the surveillance positions and quietly slipped inside. For an Evolved One like him, entering someone's home was effortless—and his earlier judgment was correct: even with supernatural powers, a Ghost Controller was still an ordinary human.

The occupant remained unaware of his intrusion.

Meanwhile,

in the villa's basement,

a man no older than twenty, his face bluish, body icy cold like a corpse, held a leather whip and lashed it with full force against several women before him. Each strike tore flesh, spattered blood, and as the women screamed, Song Jin's eyes gleamed with an indescribable sense of ecstasy.

"Teacher Zhao, Liu Qin, Wang Xiaoyue—you never thought I'd become a Ghost Controller, did you? I always wanted to get my hands on you and have some fun, but sadly, after becoming a Ghost Controller, I realized I'd lost all interest in that. Even emotions mean little to me now."

"But it doesn't matter—we can play other games. I'm sure you'll enjoy them."

"Wang Xiaoyue, I hate you most. Don't think your beauty gives you the right to look down on people. I confessed to you—why did you refuse? Why?"

Song Jin's face twisted like a demon; the basement lights flickered with a hiss. He swung the whip again, striking one woman hard.

The woman, covered in wounds, shrieked in terror, trying to dodge.

"Still trying to dodge?" Song Jin lashed again—this time she couldn't escape, trembling violently under the blows.

"Hah!"

Seeing this, Song Jin laughed joyfully, his expression growing more deranged: "Don't blame me—I don't have long to live. If I'm going to die, why not go wild before I do? You know, I'm rich now. Just a week ago, I robbed a bank. My money's piled so high I can't even fit it all in the house."

"Oh, I killed a few others—my classmates. They were too annoying. I always wanted to do this, but never had the chance. You know what? People are easy to kill. Just a light touch and they're gone—hah! Supernatural power is so useful. I don't understand why any Ghost Controller would bother being a responsible official, solving supernatural incidents. Why not just enjoy life like me?"

These women had been imprisoned for days. They'd begged, tried to escape—but all failed. Now they were forced to entertain Song Jin daily.

After laughing, Song Jin dropped the whip and picked up a baseball bat: "Today we play something more exciting. One bat each—see who breaks first. Zhang Jie, don't think lying still and pretending to be dead will spare you. No one's getting out of this today."

"Song Jin, please spare me! Don't kill me! I beg you—I don't want to die!" The woman named Zhang Jie fell to her knees, weeping.

"Don't be afraid. Everyone dies. I'm just giving you a head start." Song Jin walked over, bat in hand.

Zhang Jie screamed, scrambling wildly, covering her head.

She tried to flee the basement—but when she reached the door, she froze, eyes wide.

She doubted her eyes—she saw a man, tall, young, a stranger.

"Zhang Jie, you start." Song Jin, thrilled, swung the bat like a hammer striking moles, venting his violence.

But as he raised the bat to strike, Song Jin froze.

He saw a pair of luminous, vertical pupils.

Someone had broken in!

Only then did he react.

But too late—he'd already lost his chance to act the moment he saw Li Yi.

Gaze of Witness!

In an instant, Song Jin felt his skull split with searing dizziness, agony tearing through his mind. He screamed aloud as thick blood poured from his ears, eyes, and nose. His consciousness plunged into darkness.

"Kill!"

Li Yi roared, murderous intent surging. His towering body blurred through the air as his bloodline fist aura erupted—his fists became blurs, each strike exploding like firecrackers, shaking the air until eardrums threatened to rupture.

He struck with lethal force—no hesitation, no mercy.

Under the barrage of fist aura, Song Jin's head vanished in a spray of blood mist. His body followed, pulverized by fists, bones reduced to powder.

Ordinary human flesh couldn't withstand his fist aura.

Especially under Li Yi's full power—Song Jin didn't last a second. Three seconds later, his corpse was gone, leaving only two arms lying on the floor.

Five seconds later, Li Yi withdrew his fists and stood still, gazing at the meat-paste that had been Song Jin. He exhaled softly.

Indeed, Ghost Controllers weren't hard to kill.

Though they wielded supernatural power against ghosts, their own bodies were fragile. They couldn't even withstand a single Gaze of Witness, let alone his fist aura.

This scene left the women in the basement stunned—they stared, uncertain whether fear or shock dominated. In their eyes, Song Jin, who had tormented them for days, vanished completely in mere seconds—utterly unexpected.

"Deliver the letter." Li Yi wasted no time after killing Song Jin—he placed the yellow letter into his hand.

Now he was nothing but two hands.

Li Yi had done this deliberately—otherwise, those hands would've been pulverized too.

The yellow letter dissolved instantly upon touching the dead hands.

This confirmed to Li Yi that his delivery mission had succeeded.

"So, as long as the letter reaches their hands, it doesn't matter if they're alive or dead." Li Yi realized—he'd judged correctly.

The Ghost Post Office's rules still had loopholes.

He glanced at the women: "You've got quite the taste for games—whips, bats, and no clothes. But you won't be playing anymore. I killed him."

But before he finished speaking,

Li Yi sensed something—his expression changed instantly.

He instinctively turned toward a corner of the basement.

Though he saw nothing, he felt a familiar, chilling aura lingering there, slowly spreading.

Li Yi immediately pulled out a bottle—his nutrient solution container, now filled with murky corpse fluid.

Peering through the murky fluid, he sucked in a sharp breath.

In the corner, he saw a charred corpse—motionless, yet black mist continuously seeped from its mouth, with a faint but growing sign of awakening.

"If you don't want to die, leave this basement. No—leave this house."

Li Yi said, then retreated immediately.

There was a ghost in this basement.

He couldn't see it—only the corpse-fluid bottle revealed it.

Hearing this, the women's survival instinct drove them to scramble frantically toward the exit.

Li Yi exited the house within seconds, and on his way out, he took a stack of cash from Song Jin's room—he estimated ten thousand yuan. He didn't greedily take more, fearing lingering too long would draw the ghost's attention.

After all, money was merely his operational fund—not a vital resource.

But when Li Yi had moved several hundred meters from the house, he noticed the women hadn't left.

Standing on higher ground, he stared—and froze.

He saw that after Song Jin's death, the women were searching for clothes, then grabbing cash from the table—taking one stack, then two, three, even fighting over it. Li Yi faintly heard them shouting nonsense: "compensation," "don't leave free money," "my losses are huge."

"Don't they want to live? Don't they know there's a ghost in there? Is money really that important? Just escaped—don't they care about survival?"

Li Yi had thought he'd saved their lives—but now, whether they'd survive was uncertain.

"Forget it."

Li Yi shook his head and left quickly, avoiding trouble. The haunted house wasn't his problem—he was just a struggling courier, barely keeping himself alive. Let the local responsible official handle it.