Chapter 616: The Black Shop

Chen Jiajun also hailed a car and followed behind Chen Shao.

He was too curious now about what exactly was going on in this world.

The non-existent Kowloon Walled City was one thing, but Chen Jiajun still felt a lingering fear from his time inside it.

Since that old woman did not want him to pry, Chen Jiajun did not intend to pry.

After all, his subordinates were not by his side right now, so naturally, he would not easily take risks.

However, Chen Jiajun was not afraid of the strange things on Chen Shao.

Chen Jiajun could even feel that those things dared not come near him.

This was what Chen Jiajun was most curious about.

Chen Jiajun had always been cautious in his actions; otherwise, he would not prioritize intelligence in everything.

Only by figuring out the operating rules of this world would he dare to actively engage with these matters.

Otherwise, he would not dare to run around in this strange world.

Following Chen Shao's taxi to a building, Chen Jiajun did not follow him up immediately.

Chen Shao was already on guard against him; it would be troublesome if the Police were brought in later.

One must know that Chen Jiajun had no identity in this world, and the documents in his wallet were just a bunch of garbled text.

So, he just found a place to stay near the building and waited a couple of days to figure out what exactly was going on with this Chen Shao.

On the other side, after Chen Shao returned home, he ran into a room that was kept locked.

The room was extremely dim and contained an altar.

People in Hong Kong were relatively superstitious, and it was common to have an altar at home.

Usually, they would enshrine ancestral tablets, statues of Guan Gong, deity statues, or things like longevity shrines for their benefactors.

But what was enshrined on Chen Shao's altar was neither an ancestral tablet nor a deity statue, but a bridge made of mahjong tiles; four "Fortune" mahjong tiles were aimed at Chen Shao, looking like a human face painted with opera makeup.

Chen Shao knelt down respectfully and lit two sticks of incense in the censer.

Then, he pressed his palms together with several fingers pinched, forming a special hand gesture.

Only then did he kowtow respectfully toward the mahjong tiles.

Just as Chen Shao was kowtowing, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from the entrance.

This scared Chen Shao so much that he immediately jumped up and held onto the door lock.

The voice of Chen Shao's girlfriend, Yanan, came from outside the door: "What are you doing in the room!"

Chen Shao glanced at the altar and said gruffly: "Didn't I tell you not to open this door? Go away!"

"So mysterious!" his girlfriend Yanan muttered discontentedly, then walked away.

Hearing his girlfriend leave, Chen Shao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking out of the room, he locked the door and then scolded his girlfriend.

……

A few days later, Chen Shao was constantly winning money outside.

And by playing cards, he had traded up for a luxury Mercedes-Benz.

Chen Jiajun had been observing Chen Shao these past few days and had figured out which building the guy lived in.

At the same time, he also discovered that the cold, sinister aura on the guy was getting heavier.

So, at noon that day, after Chen Shao went out, Chen Jiajun got himself an electrician's uniform and knocked on Chen Shao's door.

Chen Shao's girlfriend, Yanan, was still at home, and she seemed very surprised by Chen Jiajun's arrival: "I didn't call an electrician?"

Chen Jiajun bluffed: "Chen Shao asked me to come over, saying there was a circuit that needed repair!"

"Oh, I see! Then come in!"

Yanan looked at the badge on Chen Jiajun's chest, and after confirming that Chen Jiajun was a repairman, she let him into the house.

As soon as Chen Jiajun walked into the house, he found the room to be much colder than an ordinary room.

So he joked: "Miss, you have air conditioning installed in your home!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Yanan touched her arm: "No! I don't know what's going on either; it's been really cold at home lately!"

Chen Jiajun pretended to inspect the place and finally stopped at the door of the locked room.

Yanan shook her head and said: "This room won't open; Chen Shao doesn't allow anyone to go in, and I don't have the key!"

"I see!" Chen Jiajun nodded and said: "Then I'll take my leave; the circuits in the house are fine!"

"Okay, I'll see you out!" Yanan nodded and was just about to send Chen Jiajun out.

But just at this moment, Chen Jiajun suddenly moved, striking the back of Yanan's neck with a palm-blade, knocking her unconscious.

"Sorry!" Chen Jiajun helped Yanan sit down on the sofa, then took out his tools, intending to pry open the door.

If Chen Shao had any secrets, they were definitely in this room.

Prying the door open in a flash, Chen Jiajun felt an extremely intense malice rushing toward him.

That feeling was just like someone staring at him fixedly with a fierce gaze, enough to make one's skin crawl.

Chen Jiajun endured the discomfort and looked up, only to see a pile of mahjong tiles enshrined on the altar.

"This thing is so evil!"

Just by taking one look, Chen Jiajun felt uncomfortable all over.

These mahjong tiles did not look ordinary; the faces of the tiles were a grayish-white, as if made from some kind of bone, and the pigment used to carve the characters looked like fresh blood.

Chen Shao had been winning every bet lately, which surely had a lot to do with the mahjong tiles before him.

Chen Jiajun walked toward the mahjong tiles, and that cold, sinister feeling became even more severe.

Even in the height of summer, Chen Jiajun could feel a chill.

It was as if the temperature inside the entire room was dropping rapidly.

However, the more this went on, the more Chen Jiajun felt his intuition was correct. Although this thing was eerie, it seemed unable to cause him any harm.

Braving this chill, Chen Jiajun finally walked up to the altar.

Many offerings were placed upon it, and they were fresh, which meant that Chen Shao had been worshipping this mahjong set for days.

Recalling the strange events Chen Shao had encountered while playing cards before, Chen Jiajun was certain it was the effect of this mahjong set.

Just as Chen Jiajun was about to reach out and take the mahjong tiles, he suddenly heard a sound of something breaking through the air behind him.

Chen Jiajun was startled; he turned around instantly and threw a whip kick in the direction of the sound.

A kitchen knife was kicked away by Chen Jiajun and nailed into the ceiling of the room. Chen Jiajun looked closely and saw that Yanan, whom he had knocked unconscious earlier, had woken up at some point and was glaring at him viciously.

Chen Jiajun was about to open his mouth to explain, but the other party rushed straight at him.

The other kitchen knife in her hand stabbed directly toward Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun frowned and used a shoulder throw to toss Yanan away.

Yet, this woman adjusted her posture in mid-air with a movement that completely defied logic.

Then, she kicked off the wall with both legs, her entire body lunging toward Chen Jiajun like a sharp sword.

"Tsk, this woman, something's not right!"

Seeing Yanan's movements, Chen Jiajun immediately realized there was a problem.

He had observed Yanan when he entered; this woman definitely didn't know any fighting techniques and was a very ordinary woman, but the ruthlessness she displayed at this moment was like that of a black-market fighter who had been at it for many years.

Chen Jiajun had no choice but to get a little serious, reaching out to knock the kitchen knife out of Yanan's hand.

Then he turned her over, pinned her to the ground, and locked one of her arms.

He wanted to restrain Yanan first.

But what Chen Jiajun didn't expect was that even with one hand restrained, Yanan twisted her joint and used her left hand to deliver a fierce elbow strike, slamming it toward Chen Jiajun's face.

If he had been hit by that, even with his physical fitness being several times that of an ordinary person, Chen Jiajun would likely have ended up with a face full of blood.

So, Chen Jiajun had no choice but to loosen his grip, letting Yanan's elbow strike miss its mark.

Yanan broke free from Chen Jiajun's suppression and swept a low kick toward Chen Jiajun's calf.

At this point, Chen Jiajun could confirm that the woman in front of him was definitely not the Yanan he had met before.

Because this move was the most classic low sweep in Thai Boxing, and the technique was very deep, with the timing grasped perfectly.

For an ordinary woman to suddenly use such a move, Chen Jiajun couldn't think of any other possibility than that she had been possessed by something unclean.

Therefore, Chen Jiajun stopped holding back and simply used his physical superiority to crush her.

With quick eyes and fast hands, he grabbed the leg Yanan had kicked over, then grabbed her by the collar, lifted her straight up, and slammed her heavily onto the ground.

Then, he used Grappling Hand to lock Yanan's hands and legs so she couldn't move at all.

Yanan struggled frantically, emitting unintelligible roars from her mouth.

After struggling for a few minutes and realizing she couldn't break free from Chen Jiajun's restraint, Yanan suddenly closed her eyes and passed out again.

Subsequently, Chen Jiajun felt a cold, sinister force invading his body.

This feeling was like having damp, icy mud covering one's body, making one feel indescribably uncomfortable.

Moreover, Chen Jiajun discovered that the areas covered by this force had lost all sensation.

Facing this situation, Chen Jiajun snorted coldly and directly activated the Sunfire Aegis on his body. Of course, he had spent a high price to exchange for this item from the League of Legends world; Chen Jiajun didn't usually have a use for it, but logically, this thing should be able to cause damage to ghostly entities.

Sure enough, the Magic Flame of the Sunfire Aegis surged instantly.

It not only helped Chen Jiajun expel that cold, sinister force but also made that ghost let out a shrill, miserable scream.

Afterward, Chen Jiajun saw the mahjong tiles on the altar shaking one after another, emitting bursts of black smoke.

Chen Jiajun walked over with long strides, the Magic Flame burning even more vigorously.

It was as if it were using this cold, sinister force as fuel, constantly growing stronger.

A bright, flickering flame enveloped Chen Jiajun's entire body.

Chen Jiajun looked coldly at these mahjong tiles and reached out a hand to grab them.

The flames clinging to the surface of his body burned the mahjong tiles until they made a "creak-creak" sound.

The miserable screams of the evil ghost seemed to ring out inside Chen Jiajun's head.

However, this evil ghost only had this much ability; in the end, it was burned into a pinch of bone powder under the effect of Chen Jiajun's Sunfire Aegis.

At this moment, Chen Shao, who was on his way to gamble, suddenly felt a palpitation.

It was as if something important to him had disappeared.

This left him feeling restless, and he almost hit someone while driving.

Thinking it over, only that set of mahjong tiles could make him feel this uncomfortable.

Thus, Chen Shao stepped on the gas and returned home.

When he returned home, he found the front door was open, and he immediately thought to himself that something was wrong.

He then rushed into the room like a madman, just in time to see Chen Jiajun burning his mahjong tiles—the ones that could help him "turn his life around"—into a pile of ashes.

Seeing this scene, Chen Shao's eyes were about to split with rage; he didn't even care about his unconscious girlfriend on the floor, lunging forward to fight Chen Jiajun to the death.

Chen Jiajun snorted coldly and kicked Chen Shao in the stomach, causing him to hunch over like a boiled shrimp and kneel on the ground.

Looking at Chen Shao, who was clutching his stomach in pain, Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Kid, you dare to provide for an evil spirit? Aren't you afraid of being eaten by it until not even a scrap of your face is left?"

"What do you know! This is a magical artifact I begged a master for; it can help me change my luck!" Chen Shao gritted his teeth and said to Chen Jiajun, "Are you crazy? I only owe you money, why do you have to cut off my path to wealth!"

The saying goes that cutting off a person's path to wealth is like killing their parents; Chen Jiajun's actions indeed seemed inappropriate.

But Chen Jiajun had personally come into contact with this thing and could feel that what Chen Shao was providing for was no simple thing; it was the kind of thing that would eat people, and who knew how many people it would harm in the end!

Although Chen Jiajun had no connection to the people in this world, as a normal person, he didn't want to see such things happen.

"A master?" Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Then let that master come find me. I'd like to see if he dares to come and cause me trouble!"

"You..." Chen Shao had already been kicked once, and now, being angered like this by Chen Jiajun, he almost spat blood on the spot.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "I advise you best not to touch these things again; you are just an ordinary person, be careful you lose your life! Taking fifty thousand from you to save your life, I don't think there is anything inappropriate about that!"

After finishing, Chen Jiajun turned and walked out of Chen Shao's home.

He now considered himself to have figured out the power of the "evil spirits" in this space-time.

Although he wouldn't say he had great certainty, Chen Jiajun felt he could handle it.

So now that the matter was settled, Chen Jiajun directly hailed a taxi to take the ferry, then headed straight for the outlying islands.

Although the West Kowloon Police Station had provided the specific location of Lin Fengqiao's old home, it was the eighties now, and nothing was very convenient; the streets were dominated by pagers, and there weren't even many mobile phones.

So Chen Jiajun searched all the way there, but it took quite a bit of effort to reach the outlying islands.

Unfortunately, just as he arrived at the outlying islands, a torrential rain began to fall.

"Damn my luck!" Chen Jiajun looked at this ghostly weather and could only find a small inn to stay in.

Calling it a small inn, it was actually just a private residence that had been converted.

After Chen Jiajun entered the inn, the interior was pitch black and looked eerie.

"Little brother, looking for a room?" A strange-looking, gaunt old man popped out and said with a smile at Chen Jiajun, "Looking at you, you shouldn't be a local, right!"

Chen Jiajun said casually, "I'm here to visit relatives, how do you charge for a room?"

"One thousand a night, no bargaining!" The old man chuckled sinisterly.

Chen Jiajun was speechless for a moment; one thousand in the eighties was not a small amount. This old man was clearly looking at the stormy weather and preparing to rob him while he was vulnerable! Chen Jiajun said coldly to the old man, "What? Are you robbing me?"

"If you don't want to stay, you can leave!" The old man had the look of someone who had Chen Jiajun figured out.

Clearly, relying on being a local, this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Chen Jiajun sneered in his heart, glanced at the old man, then took one thousand out of his wallet and slapped it on the table.

The old man's eyes went straight when he saw Chen Jiajun's wallet.

However, this guy quickly withdrew his gaze, then smilingly took the key to open the door for Chen Jiajun.

The inn seemed to have been open for a long time, and the facilities appeared very dilapidated.

Even the stairs going up let out a series of "creaking" sounds when stepped upon.

Subsequently, the old man brought Chen Jiajun to a room on the second floor near the stairwell and opened the door.

The guest room emitted an uncomfortable musty smell, and who knew how long it had been since the bedding on the bed was changed.

However, in this weather, Chen Jiajun had no better choice and could only make do for the night here.

After opening the door, the old man added a sentence before leaving: "Young man, it's best not to wander around at night! It's easy to run into dirty things!"

Saying this, he gave Chen Jiajun an eerie smile before turning and leaving.

Chen Jiajun watched the old man's back and immediately revealed a meaningful smile.

This old man being able to open a shop in a place like this must have some tricks up his sleeve.

And looking at the old man's greedy appearance, it certainly wasn't a proper inn he was running.

He should have some way to earn some "extra money."

The reason Chen Jiajun stayed here was that he wanted to see what this old man wanted to do.

Having arrived in this world for several days, Chen Jiajun increasingly felt that this world was not simple.

Not only were there all kinds of ghosts and monsters, but from Chen Shao's mouth, he also learned there were some "experts" who could cultivate.

This actually made Chen Jiajun recall some movies he had watched before transmigrating.

Magic movies were also a relatively important category in Hong Kong cinema. It was just that too much time had passed, and he certainly didn't remember the specific movie plots.

If it really was this world, then there would be some fun to be had.

Just as Chen Jiajun was lying on the bed pondering, his ears suddenly twitched as he heard a sound coming from outside.

Listening to the sound, it seemed to be the old man from the inn talking to someone, and it was a young woman.

"You old immortal, are you sure this kid has money?" the woman said unceremoniously.

The old man patted his chest and guaranteed, "Yafang, I saw with my own eyes that there were several tens of thousands in this kid's wallet!"

Yafang sneered, "Your old eyes are sharp enough! How do you plan to do it? Like before, I go seduce him, and then you call people to catch us in the act?"

Chen Jiajun almost laughed out loud when he heard the two's conversation.

He thought they would play some special operation! It turned out they were planning to use the honey trap trick! But the old man soon denied this plan, saying, "That kid looks young and strong; if he really goes crazy, I estimate the few cowards in the village might not be able to hold him down!"

"Then what do you plan to do?" Yafang said impatiently, "I've been very short on money lately!"

The old man chuckled sinisterly, "I scared that kid just now; you can dress up as a dirty thing to scare him!"

Yafang sneered and said, "You probably haven't used this method to cheat money often!"

"None of your business, are you doing it or not? After it's done, I'll split five thousand with you!"

"Five thousand? Save it to burn for your old mother!" Yafang immediately began to curse loudly.

The old man said unhappily, "I have the setup in the inn, the venue is mine, and the Big Water Pipe was scouted by me; splitting five thousand with you is already generous!"

"Ten thousand, otherwise no deal!" Yafang began to haggle.

"Fine, ten thousand it is! Go change your clothes quickly, the red set!" The old man said to Yafang.

"Got it, you old immortal thing, if you dare to peek at me changing clothes, I'll poke your eyes out," Yafang threatened viciously.

The old man curled his lips in disdain, "Just a dance hostess, I've played with plenty, who cares!"

Hearing the two's conversation, the corners of Chen Jiajun's mouth couldn't help but reveal a smile.

He had already seen real ghosts, so would he be afraid of the ghosts they created?

Anyway, the long night was sleepless, and Chen Jiajun became interested, preparing to play along with these two properly.

Taking advantage of the time they were preparing, Chen Jiajun secretly opened the room's window.

He climbed down from the upstairs along the window.

Relying on agility several times greater than an ordinary person's, Chen Jiajun moved like a nimble cat, silent and without making a single sound.

After coming down from upstairs, the first thing Chen Jiajun did was to look for the hotel's electrical distribution box.

This kind of rural distribution box is generally very simple, so even though Chen Jiajun did not understand professional knowledge, causing the distribution box to short-circuit was still very simple.

Looking at the two people in the hotel who were eager to make a move, Chen Jiajun gave a wicked smile and directly cut off the power.

Subsequently, the entire hotel plunged into darkness. (End of this chapter)