Chapter 1886: Living with Mr. Ghost: A Few Things 02

Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin……

Lin Qian heard Xia Tan's voice and looked back, suddenly seeing a fiery red ghost face.

Ah ah ah ah!

Hahaha…hahahaha!

Xia Tan took off the mask, her pretty face full of smiles, "You're too easily scared today……"

Seeing Lin Qian's face as pale as paper, Xia Tan forcibly held back, pinching her own mouth, a bit embarrassed, "Sorry."

Lin Qian: '……'

Lin Qian was about to be scared to death.

He heaved his chest a few times, barely pulling his lips, "It's fine, but… why did you scare me for no reason?"

This mask isn't meant to scare you.

Xia Tan gave an embarrassed smile: "The previous landlord said this place is haunted; if a ghost scares me, I'll wear a mask and scare it back."

Jin Chen beside her: '……'

My wife is so ambitious.

But it's indeed clear that Xia Tan doesn't believe in ghosts at all.

Otherwise, the prepared masks wouldn't be crudely made.

Jin Chen's eyes shifted, staring gloomily at Lin Qian.

Why isn't this person leaving yet.

Do a few more bad things.

His fingertips swirled a few times toward Lin Qian.

Xiao Tan…… Xia Tan, there's something!

Lin Qian looked down; his right leg felt as if nailed to the ground, a creepy sticky sensation like a snake crawling up, yet there was nothing.

Xiao Tan… Xiao Tan! Save me!

Huh? What?

Xia Tan hurriedly rolled up his pant leg, then looked up doubtfully, "Nothing at all."

Lin Qian now truly felt he was seeing ghosts alive.

He didn't dare stay, hastily pulling down his pant leg and running outside, only saying he'd come again next time.

Eh…… okay.

Xia Tan shrugged, not quite sure what happened to her friend today.

Jin Chen sat beside him, thoughtfully saying, "It's fine, I'll keep you company."

Although he was currently in control, he didn't intend to let Xia Tan hear his voice.

Xia Tan seemed to sense something, glancing to the side.

But only the floor-to-ceiling curtain was lifted by the wind.

——

Xia Tan, the little bee, hummed a song, spending the whole afternoon arranging all her luggage, and was about to reward herself with a hearty dinner.

Jin Chen couldn't help—mainly because if he helped now, he'd scare his wife away.

But Jin Chen deeply felt that the little bee's energy was truly abundant.

In the spacious kitchen, all kinds of utensils were available.

Xia Tan chop-chop-chopped the vegetables, as a chef who could cook delicious food with just a frying pan! She had never fought such a prosperous battle before.

Suddenly, Xia Tan dazedly saw another shadow in the knife.

Like a human silhouette.

Xia Tan's chopping motion paused, she looked back, no one there.

Xia Tan tremblingly raised the knife again to look, still no one.

An illusion……

Xia Tan muttered, "Sure enough, I'm still affected by what the landlord said."

At this moment, under the countertop.

Because he was afraid of scaring his wife, the speed of his squatting was too fast, and Jin Chen, who had bumped his head, covered his head, his gloomy eyes narrowing in pain.

【Hahahahaha hiccup hahaha!】

Jin Chen reached out his hand, his pale, slender fingertips rubbing the cutting board, feeling a chunk of uncut onion.

Whoosh, he snatched it, backhandedly coated it with yin energy, and stuffed it into Ling Gun Gun's mouth.

【Hahahahaha ptooey! Ghost energy is so bitter, wuu wuu!】

After finishing the meal, Xia Tan noticed an onion was missing, pondered for a long time, and finally decided to blacklist that supermarket.

The meal my wife made was, of course, delicious.

As a ghost, Jin Chen couldn't eat, but he could smell the aroma.

But the knowledge from having been a ghost‑catching Daoist many times told him that ghosts absorb the aroma, rendering the food useless, and Xia Tan would eat it tasteless.

But he is the original resident ghost of this house! How could he give up eating just because of this!

Jin Chen, mighty and spirited, went to the kitchen to eat the leftover vegetables in the pot.

——

Evening.

Xia Tan curled up in the bedroom's bay window, writing her interview draft, the room's light warm and cozy.

Jin Chen lay asleep in a spot where the screen couldn't reflect, meanwhile thinking about how to proceed gradually so as not to scare his wife.

Ling Gun Gun makes a move.

【Maybe we should first use our netizen identity—after all, netizens don't need to meet in person for now!】

Jin Chen reached out, "Great idea—who'll burn my phone for me?"

【……】

Really pitiful.

Ling Gun Gun wipes a bitter tear for the Host.

【The system shop temporarily opens Yellow Spring service—ghosts can use phones for just 500 points!】

Jin Chen angrily hit the pillow.

Bang!

The very elastic pillow bounced back.

【Exchange successful! The yin-yang two‑world chat channel has been automatically opened for you—you can chat with fellow good ghosts and even pursue your wife!】

Jin Chen picked up the phone and saw that Ling Gun Gun had also sent a friend request to Xia Tan.

Ding dong.

AAA187 Handsome Guy applied to be your friend.

Seeing the message, Xia Tan: "……Wow."

Jin Chen: "……"

Zero Egg, you country bumpkin!

Jin Chen quickly changed to a name with a hint of metaphysics and sent the request again.

Dao Sheng applied to be your friend.

This is a work account; Xia Tan thought it was for submitting to a news agency or seeking help, and it was quickly approved.

But unexpectedly, after sending two friend requests in a row there was no follow‑up; Xia Tan tilted her head in doubt, lost interest, and kept typing.

Jin Chen moved beside his wife, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Thus he missed what happened after Xia Tan finished writing the press release.

It was late night; even with more energy she'd inevitably look tired. Xia Tan yawned, tears welled in her starry eyes, she tugged the blanket and lazily leaned back.

Not long after, Xia Tan opened the electronic diary again, thought for a moment, and typed.

July 1.

On the first day in the new home, aside from Xiao Lin, who was in a bad mood, none of the strange events the landlord had mentioned occurred.

However, the fatal fall case they'd been tracking still had no result; the police turned up little information, and the victim's family were also strange.

They really don't know the true cause of the victim's fall, do they?

Xia Tan's delicate white fingertips froze; after a few seconds she closed the diary, took off her anti‑blue‑light glasses, and pressed her temples.

Suddenly, Xia Tan's peripheral vision caught the door; her gaze stiffened slightly, then she slowly looked toward the bed.

Nothing.

Behind the door was a minimalist silver decoration that, in the warm light, reflected things like a blurry mirror.

Through it Xia Tan saw a person lying on the bed.

To check whether it was an illusion, Xia Tan walked toward the door; she could indeed see her own walking legs, then stepped aside, but the person's shadow remained on the bed.

Xia Tan: "……"