Chapter 352: Such Ghost Expulsion

"What's there to panic about? Stand still and explain clearly what's going on," Fan Wuchang frowned, his voice cold.

Although his tone was calm, it scared the red-haired youth so much his body trembled; he swallowed saliva and stammered: "Chao ge... he... he got into trouble."

Fan Wuchang frowned, slipping both hands into his pants pockets.

"Get in the car, let's go see what's going on."

Having said that, he walked out toward the door.

I and Pangzi Yuan Qiu followed behind him and got into that Audi.

As the car started, the rear also simultaneously transmitted the sound of the car engine starting; I looked back and saw two Toyotas following behind Fan Wuchang. At first I thought they were coming to tail Fan Wuchang, but later I realized they were his lackeys.

"Tell me, what's going on, how did Xiao Chao get entangled by a ghost?" Fan Wuchang asked the red-haired youth while driving.

The red-haired youth's name was A Fa; seeing Fan Wuchang ask him, he didn't dare hesitate and hurriedly related the whole story.

Because Fan Wuchang had the window open, and A Fa's accent sounded like Hakka dialect, we didn't hear the details clearly; we only roughly knew that someone had been possessed by a ghost.

The Audi slowly pulled up beside a duplex building, and Fan Wuchang was the first to open the car door and get out.

We followed him to the third floor of this building; a few lackeys went ahead and knocked open the door.

Inside the house stood several people in suits; in the middle was a chair, on which a shirtless muscular man was tied.

"How's the situation with Xian Shi Chao (lecherous)?" Fan Wuchang asked the few men in suits nearby.

"Is he possessed by a spirit?" Pangzi blurted out.

I and Pangzi were about to ask if he wanted help, but just then Fan Wuchang stamped his foot heavily, silencing the whole room—not out of fear, but as a natural reaction. So for a moment neither I nor Pangzi spoke.

"Bring me a chair over here..." Fan Wuchang snapped his fingers, motioning for a subordinate to bring a chair and place it opposite Xian Shi Chao.

I was puzzled about what he was doing, but the next scene made my eyes widen and I laughed in disbelief—he was actually negotiating with a female ghost.

After Fan Wuchang sat down, he lit a cigarette, gestured for his subordinate to remove the cloth gag stuffed in Xian Shi Chao's mouth, then he bluntly asked the possessed Xian Shi Chao a question.

"Tell me, which path are you from, and why are you messing with my brother?"

That remark left me speechless……He actually used gangster negotiation tactics against a ghost—could that possibly work?.

That minute I thought Fan Wuchang was ridiculous, but the next second I widened my eyes in disbelief, because his tactic actually seemed to work.

Xian Shi Chao's face flashed a hint of ferocity as he roared at Fan Wuchang: "He killed my brother; I'll mess with him, not anyone else."

"Who is your brother?" Fan Wuchang asked coldly.

That female voice again drifted from Xian Shi Chao's body, she spoke, full of hatred:

"My brother is the Green Hawk of the Fierce Tiger Gang."

I hadn't expected her to finish speaking when Fan Wuchang suddenly kicked him over. To be precise, that kick was aimed at Xian Shi Chao's body, since the female ghost was possessing him.

"I don't know if your brother is a hawk or a dog; in our line of work, every day is licking blood off the blade's edge—your brother died, that's that, no use blaming anyone for being outmatched. Now I give you three minutes; if you don't get out of my brother's body, I'll make you regret it." Fan Wuchang slapped the chair's backrest, and with a crack he smashed it to pieces.

At that moment Fan Wuchang didn't lose composure like a roaring lion, but his deliberately restrained voice fully revealed his anger.

"Haha, you want me to look good—how could you possibly make me look good… by stabbing me with a knife?" The female ghost laughed arrogantly, utterly unafraid of Fan Wuchang's threat.

Fan Wuchang, being mocked like that, showed no anger at all; instead he remained calm and stared straight at her.

"Are you trying to intimidate me with your ghostly identity? I'm standing here talking to you today—who knows, we might be comrades tomorrow."

Fan Wuchang's tone had a touch of self-mockery, but also an unquestionable confidence.

The female ghost possessing Xian Shi Chao suddenly lifted her head, glaring at Fan Wuchang and snarled through clenched teeth: "In short, since Xian Shi Chao killed my brother, I will certainly make him die—no one can stop me."

"I can……" Fan Wuchang said, shaking his right index finger, utterly convinced: "Even if heaven can't stop you, I can just as well."

Afterwards, he braced both hands on the chair arms and slowly moved closer to Xian Shi Chao.

"If you dare lay a hand on my brother right now, I'll immediately have someone dig up your grave, expose your bones to the sun, then douse them with gasoline and hold a grand cremation for you."

Though he said it in his usual flat tone, it sent a chill down everyone's spine. I involuntarily shivered—ruthless, truly too ruthless.

People live in yang dwellings, ghosts in yin courts; although the soul isn't in the grave, the remains are certainly there. Remains are especially important to a ghost. By digging up someone's remains, he cuts off their chance of reincarnation, leaving this female ghost to wander forever as a lonely wandering spirit.

"You……" Even as a ghost, being threatened like that by Fan Wuchang inevitably made her lose some color.

Fan Wuchang let out another cold chuckle, fingering his ring as he muttered to himself: "Although you and your brother are dead, you still have family, right? You think if you killed my brother, I wouldn't hunt them down one by one and then…"

His words carried an unquestionable lethal decisiveness; as he reached the final word, his tone turned icy cold, truly like the Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu emerging from hell, his eyes devoid of any feeling.

A cold chill spread through the air; despite it being June, the weather made one feel as if plunged into an ice cellar, a shiver without cold.

This tremor coming from the soul is what Fan Wuchang brought upon us. His killing intent was so heavy it affected my senses, making me smell a foul, bloody stench in the air.

"If you have a grudge, come at me—don't involve my family." Xian Shi Chao's face showed a hint of struggle; it seemed this was not a heartless female ghost.

"I only give you three minutes; if after three minutes you don't leave, I won't just do the two things mentioned above—I'll also spend money to hire someone to smash your soul to scattered fragments, so you can't even be a ghost." Fan Wuchang turned his back to Xian Shi Chao, raised his wrist, and began timing.

Because Fan Wuchang's turning body blocked my view, I couldn't see Xian Shi Chao's facial expression at that moment, but my mood was now quite complex.

To dare threaten a ghost, and with such confidence—Fan Wuchang is the first such person I've ever seen.

Fan Wuchang lowered his head, slowly lighting a cigarette; at the very moment he bowed his head, I saw a woman in white flying toward him.

That woman in white was naturally the female ghost possessing Xian Shi Chao; although Fan Wuchang is no pushover, the ghost isn't a vegetarian either—her move clearly aimed to possess him.

"Xiao……" I hurried to warn Fan Wuchang to be careful, but before I could even utter the "xin" of "careful," I was utterly stunned by what unfolded before my eyes.

Fan Wuchang's hand holding the lighter paused, his pupils constricted slightly, and he turned his body in an unimaginable arc. His right hand, which had somehow produced a military ridge blade, swept through the air as he turned.

Everyone in the room blinked, seeing only a flash of silver light swoosh through the air.

I'm certain Fan Wuchang couldn't see the female ghost, yet his sense was so precise that where the blade sliced, it was exactly her neck.

A piercing shriek rang out in the room; its owner was precisely the female ghost who had previously possessed Xian Shi Chao.

The blade sliced the female ghost's neck; in Pangzi's incredulous gaze, she began to fade bit by bit, finally turning into a gust of gas and vanishing completely from this world.

"How is this possible……" I blurted out involuntarily; this scene surpassed my comprehension—how could a weapon not consecrated harm a ghost? Damn it, what's going on today? First we met a gangster who dares threaten a ghost, then that very gangster actually managed to kill a ghost—with a knife.

Even though Fan Wuchang belongs to the type whose lethal aura keeps ordinary ghosts and gods at bay, I still cannot comprehend what unfolded before my eyes—why his blade could kill a female ghost?

After the female ghost vanished, Fan Wuchang still kept his right hand slightly bent, holding the military ridge blade before him, eyes scanning all six directions, ears listening to all eight, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

"She's dead……" I said, heart still pounding; but as soon as the words left my mouth, I couldn't help cursing myself inwardly as an idiot—she was a ghost, already dead once, so now she should have had her soul scattered and vanished, right?.

Forehead…… What's wrong with me? Why are you tying me up! Brother Chang, what are you doing? The bewildered, at‑a‑loss voice broke the stalemate in the room. The speaker was Xian Shichao, who had now returned to normal, looking bewildered as if just woke up, completely unaware of what had happened before.

"Walk……" Facing Xian Shichao's question, Fan Wuchang didn't answer, adjusted his collar, and turned to leave.

After we went downstairs, noisy sounds could still be heard coming from the room behind us. I thought that even without Fan Wuchang clearing up the doubts, someone would still explain everything that had happened to Xian Shichao.