Chapter 617: Lin Fengjiao

"Damn it! You old bastard, what's going on?" The sudden power outage gave Yafang a fright.

Seeing the old man come over holding an oil lamp, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

The old man, however, was used to it: "It's an old problem here, what's there to be afraid of!"

"How long has it been since I married into this crappy village!" Yafang said with dissatisfaction: "How would I know! What do we do now?"

"What do you mean what do we do? Keep going! In this situation, wouldn't it scare that kid out of his wits?" The old man chuckled: "In a moment, you tie the rope on, hang yourself in front of that kid's window, and you'll definitely be able to scare the pee right out of him!"

"Tsk!" Yafang clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, but for the sake of the money, she agreed.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiajun had already returned to his room, preparing to wait for the other party to make the first move.

Sure enough, a moment later, a series of knocking sounds came from the window of Chen Jiajun's room.

Chen Jiajun pretended to be bleary-eyed as he climbed out of bed, walked to the window, and opened it, pretending to take a look.

Then the old man hung Yafang up and slowly drifted her over.

Chen Jiajun immediately pretended to have a look of terror on his face, standing frozen in place.

This made Yafang somewhat smug, and she leaned in directly with her pale face.

It must be said, this dance hostess named Yafang still had a bit of charm.

At the very least, she now had the look of a "seductive ghost."

She even used a low voice to wail at Chen Jiajun: "Return my life! Return my life!"

But the next moment, Chen Jiajun's reaction was something she hadn't expected.

Chen Jiajun appeared to be startled, reached out, and punched Yafang right in the eye socket.

This punch left Yafang completely stunned.

Only then did she see Chen Jiajun screaming and running away, shouting at the old man as he ran: "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

"Damn it! That little brat!" Yafang covered her eye socket and said through gritted teeth: "I'm going to kill this kid!"

The old man let Yafang down, and seeing her slightly swollen eye socket, he almost laughed out loud.

However, he held it back, fearing that this woman would turn on him and cause the rest of the act to fall through.

So he spoke up to comfort her: "Don't be impatient! I'll add another thousand to your pay at most, let's finish the whole act! Besides, didn't you see that the kid was scared out of his wits by you?"

For the sake of the money, Yafang could only snort coldly and endure it.

Then the old man smiled and said: "Next, it's my turn to go on!"

Chen Jiajun jogged all the way downstairs and then frantically pounded on the old man's door.

The old man had Yafang hide before he slowly went to open the door.

Chen Jiajun said to the old man with a panicked look: "Boss, there's something dirty in your inn! And why did the power go out?"

The old man said with a calm expression: "What? You saw it!"

Chen Jiajun swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly!

The old man sighed and said: "That's a woman who died an unjust death, she's very pitiful! But she usually doesn't come out unless the time is right. Didn't I tell you not to run around at night?"

Chen Jiajun looked terrified, his speech even stuttering: "I... I didn't run around! She... she suddenly knocked on my window, I don't know what's going on either!"

"Hmm?" The old man's expression suddenly turned serious: "She took the initiative to knock on your window? That's troublesome!"

"Troublesome? What kind of trouble?" Chen Jiajun said with a look of terror.

The old man shook his head and said: "It seems she has latched onto you. It is said that no man she latches onto lives past three days! Don't think about running; no matter how far you run, you won't escape her grasp! Every year, several strong men nearby have their Yang energy drained by her and turn into dried corpses!"

"Then... then what should I do?" Chen Jiajun looked even more frightened.

The old man said with a difficult expression: "I do know a master who can resolve the curse on you, but... it's not cheap!"

Chen Jiajun said hurriedly: "Please, please do it immediately! But how much money will it cost?"

"To hire such a master, it will cost at least fifty or sixty thousand!" The old man thought for a moment before saying to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun immediately hesitated: "So expensive?"

The old man sneered: "Since you think it's expensive, then forget it! I can't help you!"

Chen Jiajun immediately complained in his heart: "Damn, these two are really unprofessional, they won't even bother to make up a decent story! How can they have the nerve to come out and swindle money with this level of business?"

So Chen Jiajun prepared to turn up the pressure on these two, suddenly saying firmly: "If you won't help, then don't. I'm leaving tomorrow! I'll go to the big city and hire a high monk to perform the ritual; it won't even cost fifty or sixty thousand!"

After speaking, Chen Jiajun turned around angrily and walked straight back to his room.

Yafang walked out rubbing her eye, and said to the old man with dissatisfaction: "You old immortal, you're too greedy, you've messed it up now, haven't you? If you can't get ten thousand from that kid, you'll have to pay me!"

The old man, however, said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, that kid's legs are trembling, he definitely won't escape my grasp. I'll be able to make him obediently bring the money to me tonight!"

"Really?" Yafang said with some doubt.

The old man snorted coldly: "As long as you follow my orders, it'll be fine!"

"Damn it, I'll go all out!" Yafang said through gritted teeth: "Tell me, what do we do next?"

The old man said with a sinister smile: "This kid values money very much, I reckon he's still not scared enough! You go and scare him again! I have a passage here that can let you enter that kid's room directly!"

"Fuck, that kid hits people! Why don't you go scare him, you bastard!" Hearing that she had to face Chen Jiajun again, Yafang immediately felt disgusted! The old man said calmly: "Don't worry, I will cooperate with you!"

"If I get hit again, I want twenty thousand!" Yafang said unhappily: "I can't take this beating for nothing! Otherwise, I'm not doing it!"

"Twenty thousand it is!" The old man's heart was bleeding, but since he truly needed Yafang's cooperation, he could only agree.

After the two discussed it, the old man took Yafang to a guest room on the first floor.

The old man had made a movable door panel here that could lead directly to the room where Chen Jiajun was staying.

The old man used a prop similar to a periscope to scout, and finding that Chen Jiajun couldn't sleep and was pacing back and forth in the room, he immediately revealed a smile.

Then the old man brought over a ladder, and after setting it up, he let Yafang walk up.

He loosened Yafang's hair, draped it in front of her face, and said: "When I tell you to go up later, you go up!"

Yafang nodded and walked up the ladder.

Then the old man observed Chen Jiajun's movements, and the moment he saw Chen Jiajun turn around, he pushed Yafang up.

This made it seem as if Yafang had appeared out of thin air inside Chen Jiajun's room.

At this moment, inside Chen Jiajun's room, he was pacing back and forth with a worried look on his face.

Suddenly, he heard a series of whimpering sobs coming from behind him, and then the sound quickly turned into a theatrical tune.

Although Yafang was a dance hostess, she had studied in an opera troupe for two years during her childhood.

Although she did not sing very well, it was enough to bluff people.

Chen Jiajun stood as if struck by an immobilization spell, his whole body stiffened, and then he turned around tremblingly to see Yafang with her hair disheveled.

Yafang hummed a little tune, stepping closer to Chen Jiajun step by step.

If he hadn't known about the plan between Yafang and the old man beforehand, Chen Jiajun would have truly been startled.

I have to say, in this kind of environment, it really had that vibe!

Chen Jiajun immediately let out a miserable scream, unable to even stand steadily, and crawled toward the room door.

This made Yafang feel very satisfied; that's what you get for daring to hit me just now, you little brat!

Watching Chen Jiajun unable to even crawl up, Yafang said in a sharp, theatrical tone: "Husband, where do you wish to go! Why not spend a beautiful night with me?"

"You... you, don't come over! Don't come over!" Chen Jiajun put on a terrified act, grabbing whatever was at hand and throwing it at Yafang.

Things like cups and toothbrushes were fine; they didn't hurt when they hit her.

But the stools and other items Chen Jiajun grabbed afterward were a different story when they hit her.

Yafang was in so much pain she almost screamed, and could only turn her pain into rage as she roared at Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun finally touched the doorknob and scrambled out.

Only then did Yafang dare to rub the places where she had been hit, grimacing in pain.

The old man saw this scene and was immediately startled, hurriedly climbing up the stairs to ask: "Are you alright?"

"I'm going to kill him!" Yafang roared, immediately rushing out. Then she found a kitchen knife in the Kitchen and went straight upstairs, intending to settle the score with Chen Jiajun.

She was never a woman with a good temper to begin with, and having spent too much time in dance halls, she naturally picked up some of the ruffian habits of people in the underworld.

Being toyed with by Chen Jiajun time and again caused Yafang to go berserk, and she decided to use violence to make Chen Jiajun hand over the money.

The old man wanted to stop her, but seeing the gleaming kitchen knife in Yafang's hand, he found it hard to persuade her.

Who knew if this crazy woman would give him a slash.

Chen Jiajun saw the two of them searching for him everywhere and immediately laughed: "Now it's my turn to perform!"

The inn was actually not very large, with only about three floors in total.

Chen Jiajun was currently in a guest room on the third floor; he opened the window again and jumped straight down to the first floor.

Then, using the old man's secret door from earlier, he returned to the room.

At this moment, the old man was holding an oil lamp and searching on the second floor; Chen Jiajun tiptoed over and patted the old man on the back.

The old man's whole body tightened instantly and he turned around abruptly, but he saw no one.

For Chen Jiajun, toying with someone of the old man's caliber with his speed was simply too easy.

It only took a moment for Chen Jiajun to appear behind the old man again and blow a breath onto the old man's neck.

This made the old man's hair stand on end with fright: "Who is it? Yafang, is that you!"

Chen Jiajun once again blocked the old man's line of sight and kicked the old man's oil lamp hard.

With a "Bang," the oil lamp was kicked by Chen Jiajun and smashed onto the ground on the spot, and the hallway fell into darkness.

"Who, who is it!" The old man leaned his back against the wall in terror, waving the stick in his hand, trying to find the person who was teasing him.

Unfortunately, by this time, Chen Jiajun was already supporting his body with his legs, hanging from the rafters.

Then he snatched the stick from the old man's hand and smashed it onto the old man's neck.

The old man's eyes rolled back, and he passed out instantly.

Hearing the old man's shouting, Yafang hurried down from the third floor.

But she saw nothing, and even the old man had disappeared.

Only the oil lamp that had been kicked remained in the hallway, still radiating warmth.

Seeing the old man suddenly disappear, even a bold woman like Yafang couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

She tried calling out to the old man: "You old geezer, was that you just now?"

But after calling for a long time, she heard no reply from the old man, which made Yafang even more nervous, and cold sweat seeped from the hand gripping the kitchen knife.

"Stop playing, come out now!" Yafang summoned her courage and shouted again.

But throughout the entire inn, it seemed only her voice was echoing.

Yafang was finally scared now, and she prepared to slip away while carrying the oil lamp.

After all, what was happening before her eyes was too bizarre, and she felt as if someone had been following her the whole time.

That's right, the one following Yafang was none other than Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun even used the tracking techniques Silva had taught him, and with the addition of his monstrous physical fitness, he was able to stay right behind Yafang without her noticing any movement.

It was only when Yafang walked onto that old staircase that she discovered something was wrong.

Because the "creaking" sound she made when stepping on the stairs didn't sound like it could be made by one person.

Behind her, there was someone!

Yafang screamed and swung the kitchen knife in her hand, hacking toward the space behind her.

The force was so great that she almost dislocated her wrist.

But Chen Jiajun, with a smile on his face, blocked the sharp blade of the kitchen knife with just one finger.

Chen Jiajun grinned maliciously at Yafang: "Madam, are you planning to come down and keep me company?"

Yafang was already considered quite bold among women, but seeing the scene before her, she was truly terrified.

Chen Jiajun had blocked the blade with a single finger, and the blade hadn't even touched Chen Jiajun's finger.

This kind of eerie scene was simply not something a woman like Yafang could understand.

"There's a ghost!" Yafang bristled instantly, dropped the kitchen knife, turned around, and ran.

"Can't even take a scare, yet you have the gall to pretend to be a ghost to scare others!" Chen Jiajun shook his head, chased after her, and knocked Yafang out with a single hand-blade strike.

Seeing the old man and Yafang both passed out, Chen Jiajun, with a very wicked sense of humor, hung them both up in the hotel lobby.

Then, he found a bottle of ink in the old man's office and started painting on their faces.

After finishing and admiring his "masterpiece," he went back to his room to sleep in peace.

……

Early the next morning, the old man and Yafang both woke up.

Having been hung up all night, their entire bodies felt uncomfortable.

Opening their eyes and seeing that they were both hung up in the lobby, they screamed in terror.

They thought they were already dead.

"It's early in the morning, don't disturb people's dreams!" Chen Jiajun yawned as he walked out of the guest room upstairs, looking at the two of them with a playful expression.

"You, you, you, what did you do?" The old man looked at Chen Jiajun as if he had seen a ghost.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "What else could I do? I played the ghost game with you two all night last night; haven't you had enough fun yet?"

"When did you find out?" The old man looked at Chen Jiajun in surprise.

Chen Jiajun did not answer them: "The creativity is good, but the details are too poor. Don't make such low-level mistakes in the future!"

Yafang struggled in mid-air and cursed at Chen Jiajun: "You little brat, once I get my hands free, I'll definitely hack you to death! You street-trash, may your whole family die!"

Chen Jiajun touched Yafang's cheek and tutted: "The disguise is good, but the temperament is a bit lacking!"

Afterwards, amidst Yafang's curses, Chen Jiajun left the hotel.

After leaving the hotel, Chen Jiajun caught a ride directly to the Pier.

The Pier on the outlying island was very dilapidated, and only a few fishing boats were docked there.

After Chen Jiajun inquired about boats heading to Jishan, he sat down by the Pier to wait.

Around nine o'clock, a passenger boat heading to Jishan finally arrived.

It was just that this boat looked like it had been converted from a fishing boat no matter how one looked at it.

The person operating the boat was an old man, also a local fisherman. Chen Jiajun asked around and learned that almost no one had been going to Jishan recently.

"Old man, are there still residents on this island?" Chen Jiajun immediately felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly asked.

The old man operating the boat took a puff of his cigarette, shook his head, and said: "A godforsaken place, besides that spendthrift who is planning to build some resort, who would go to that ghost place called Jishan?"

"Not even a single household?" Chen Jiajun widened his eyes immediately.

"No, young man, why are you asking about this?" The old man operating the boat said with some curiosity.

Chen Jiajun frowned and said: "I'm here to find someone! A family surnamed Lin!"

The old man immediately pondered: "Lin? I remember there was indeed a family surnamed Lin on the island, but the elders of that family died long ago, and their descendants were never seen returning after they left!"

After hearing this, Chen Jiajun was completely at a loss. Judging by what the old man said, that Master Lin hadn't returned home yet?

However, since he had already arrived, Chen Jiajun couldn't just turn around and go back; he could only board the boat to Jishan first to take a look.

The number of people going to Jishan every day was uncertain, but the old man operating the boat always waited until noon to set sail.

Chen Jiajun started chatting with the old man.

During the chat, Chen Jiajun discovered that there were indeed many eerie things happening in this timeline's Hong Kong that he had never heard of before. (End of chapter)