Chapter 274: 274

274 「Listen, is that ghostly talk? 」

When Zhang Xuefeng brought people over, seeing pregnant Tushan Jiu also there, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"This isn't just messing around, is it? That kid Xie Shiyu really has guts, actually letting you come out to catch... work?"

Tushan Jiu curled her lips, "It's fine, I'm not making a move, just here to join the fun, my husband is waiting for me outside."

Since she said that, Zhang Xuefeng naturally couldn't say anything else, just reminded her to be careful.

Tushan Jiu accepted the concern and said thanks.

External affairs were handled by Wang Dongqing, with Xiang Yichu also joining in, while Maomao and Mumu waited with Tushan Jiu here.

After the handover was finished, they needed to go to Lü Boxuan's father-in-law's factory.

Lü Boxuan isn't from Nan Cheng; his hometown is quite far away.

This wedding was also held back in his hometown.

But his wife's family is local to Nan Cheng.

His father-in-law's factory is located in the development zone, which is basically an industrial area; most factories there are located there.

They have no habit of procrastination; basically, any case they take that could be resolved in an hour won't be dragged out to two hours.

Moreover, that evil ghost was a pervert even in life.

Just look at the female ghosts that were caught; the black stitching marks encircling their beautiful swan-like necks give it away.

Mumu's little mouth hasn't stopped since it came out, constantly telling Tushan Jiu about the bizarre cases they've taken recently, as well as the cases where they used technology to scare people, frightening victims into heart disease and costing tens of thousands.

Tushan Jiu looked at Mumu, running her hand over its smooth, shiny head, and suddenly said, "I think you ought to get used to wearing clothes."

Mumu blinked: "But wearing clothes is so uncomfortable, I don't like it, it's in the way."

"If you're going to transform, you can't just walk around naked." Tushan Jiu said.

After thinking, Mumu felt that was right, but it hasn't transformed yet, so let's talk about it after it does: "I got it."

She said she understood, and Tushan Jiu didn't say anything else.

Wang Dongqing and Xiang Yichu's side finished the handover, and then everyone set off for the development zone.

Tushan Jiu rode in Xie Shiyu's car, following behind their vehicle.

After getting in the car, without Xie Shiyu asking, Tushan Jiu first told him the situation inside.

Xie Shiyu listened attentively, and at a red light he handed her the prepared fruit from the car's refrigerator.

The drive from the amusement park to the development zone takes over forty minutes.

Lü Boxuan was riding in the car driven by Wang Dongqing and them.

Just now he also overheard them discussing things like the evil ghost, how the yin energy on his body was obscuring him to the point of barely being able to see a person, and that it needed to be cleared away, etc.

To be honest, he used to watch quite a few ghost movies.

Now this incident really happened to him, and he felt his hands and feet weren't his own.

As they were about to arrive at his father-in-law's factory, his legs started trembling even more.

He felt like crying but had no tears, because he was about to see a ghost!

But after arriving at the place, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Good news: the evil ghost wasn't seen.

Bad news: the evil ghost ran away.

Only a human skin remained in the factory.

And this skin belonged to an old employee of his father-in-law.

Besides that, in one of the workshops there was also a female corpse whose head had been cut off and blood drained, without having time to sew the head and body back together.

Lü Boxuan's father-in-law was caught off guard; upon seeing this scene, he was frightened straight into a faint and was sent to the hospital.

Tushan Jiu did a quick finger calculation, her face slightly changing, "Quick, he's set his sights on Lü Boxuan's wife!"

The point is, he only needs to kill one more person, and his ghost technique will be perfected; then capturing him will become troublesome again.

Upon hearing that, Lü Boxuan was stunned for a moment; the heart he had just let down immediately rose again, giving him a feeling akin to riding a roller coaster.

Tushan Jiu swiftly calculated the direction: "Southwest, he hasn't gone far, chase!"

In the emergency, she directly performed the hand seal to shrink the ground into an inch.

The others also sped up and rushed out.

A three-meter-high courtyard wall, she leapt up and cleared it in one bound, disappearing into the factory.

Lü Boxuan stood there dumbfounded, and after two seconds he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call his wife.

But no matter how the phone rang, no one answered.

He momentarily didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly ran out and followed toward the southwest.

But just after they all left, a black silhouette slowly appeared in the workshop.

"Tch, these mystic practitioners only have this much skill, and that knife-debtor isn't all that formidable either."

Lü Boxuan's wife was indeed marked by him, but she has a mole on her neck, which he dislikes, so he can only keep her as a backup.

Although he's eager to perfect his ghost technique, his obsessive-compulsive nature demands that even corpses be stitched beautifully; how could he tolerate a mole on a beautiful swan-like neck!

However, the necks of those two female mystic practitioners just now were flawless, a shame—he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to kill mystic practitioners.

He glanced at the old master's human skin on the ground and sighed, "Alas, his daughter is a model; she surely has my next target nearby. The damned mystic practitioner never comes early or late, but shows up precisely now!"

He also never expected that those ghosts without ghostly power could actually come up with this method, stirring up a commotion; had he known, he would have simply swallowed their souls.

"Alas, I'm still too kind."

No sooner had his words fallen than a disdainful voice came from outside the workshop door: "Listen, is that ghostly talk?"

The evil ghost abruptly turned its head to look.

He saw a wooden doll standing at the doorway with its hands behind its back, staring at him.

It is the puppet that was just sitting on the shoulder of that male mystic master.

The evil ghost widened its eyes, somewhat startled, and said, "You're a monster!"

"Exactly, isn't it obvious? I am a puppet spirit, my cultivation is roughly a thousand years or so." Mu Mu slightly raised its chin.

The evil ghost warily sensed its surroundings, but did not detect the presence of those mystic masters just now.

Mu Mu saw through his intention.

He spoke bluntly: "Don't bother looking; they're not here, it's just me."

The evil ghost let out a sigh of relief instantly.

Wait.

What did it just say its cultivation level was?

A thousand years?

He gave it a tentative feel.

Wow, what a fellow—truly an old block of wood!

That evil ghost hard swallowed a mouthful of nonexistent saliva.

His eyes shifted, thinking: since it's a puppet spirit, how useful could an elm-wood head be!

First, he'll deceive it, take the chance when it's distracted, then he'll look for an opportunity to sneak attack it.

So he coaxed: "Master Wood, you're so powerful, you already have a thousand years of cultivation—why lower yourself to serve in the Mysterious Gate, putting up with all their restrictions? You see, my human-ghost technique is just one step away from completion; I can be your lackey—you point, I strike. Let's kill lots of people; when the time comes, any mystic masters or ghost officials that show up, we'll eat them. Living freely and unrestrained, who would dare mess with us, right?"