Chapter 1888: Living with Mr. Ghost: Miscellaneous Tales 04

The ghost never wants to recall that night again in this life.

Crushed, fear, trembling, absolute suppression—being pinned to the ground and threatened is absolutely terrifying for a ghost!

It's just a ghost passing by!

"Okay, okay… I'll do it right away, I'll definitely finish the task on time."

As soon as Jin Chen's request was spoken, the ghost instinctively replied.

Jin Chen: "……"

Suddenly feeling like it was payday.

What a miserable reemployment after death for a worker.

"Get lost."

Jin Chen threw the ghost out like a rocket, then leisurely lay back on the sofa and continued chatting with the new ghost buddies in the group chat.

Of course, this group also has a high threshold—not just any minor monster or ghost can squeeze in, and Jin Chen gets in solely by his looks.

Jin Chen, who takes both yin and yang, selectively ignored the lewd ghosts posting in the group, idly swiped the screen, and discovered today's chat topic was—even ghosts need to maintain themselves.

Only big shots don't need maintenance.

Jin Chen was about to put down his phone when he suddenly saw several pictures posted by the hanged ghost.

Hanged ghost: "If this guy becomes a ghost, he'll be terrifyingly ugly, so he'd better choose his suicide method carefully!"

Bloated ghost (the rich second generation of the ghost realm): "This picture is almost becoming a negative example of suicide in all the major ghost groups—falling apart like this makes it hard for a soul to coalesce into a ghost."

The picture looks like the base of some high-rise, a bloody, mangled corpse lying beside a stone pedestal.

Jin Chen doesn't recognize the corpse.

But the instant he saw the photo, he faintly furrowed his brows, his gloomy, noble side face overlaid with a hint of blood, and his dark pupils grew deeper, flickering with killing intent.

【Who is this person.】

【Host～This is your side quest, buddy—go investigate on your own; I'll help if needed!】

In other words, this person is related to his identity.

Jin Chen gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window at the dusk, icy blood surging from the depths of his eyes, as if it could condense into substance.

This house's confinement on him is too great; he can't leave anytime soon.

Then let's talk about it later.

Jin Chen turned over and slept, resentment radiating from him.

【……】

I thought you'd at least think of another solution!

——

Restaurant.

The ghost came panting, earnestly seeking the great beauty the Ghost Lord mentioned, and let out a wow of amazement.

No wonder the Ghost Lord took a liking to this human—indeed a great beauty!

The ghost approached Xia Tan, blowing out the candle that sat between the three of them.

Lin Qian's lovey-dovey talk halted, a yin wind blew from beside Xia Tan, landing perfectly on his face and giving him a chill.

"The candle… how did it go out?"

Lin Qian inexplicably felt a bit nervous.

Xia Tan too.

Because he felt the unique chill that accompanies a ghost's appearance.

"Hurry home, hurry home—when you go home, I'll go home too."

The ghost clasped its hands and bowed repeatedly to Xia Tan.

Soon he realized the great beauty couldn't hear him, his pupils rolled in their sockets, and he strained to tug Xia Tan's plate.

Then the waiter came over to relight the candle, and under everyone's gaze, Xia Tan's plate slipped onto the floor with a clatter.

Xia Tan: "……"

Waiter:!!!!

The ghost quickly pulled back its hands, clasped them behind its back, and whistled at the sky.

Xia Tan set down his silver fork, his eyelashes fluttering, and innocently looked at the waiter: "Your plates are too slippery."

"……"

"This handsome guy must be here to extort money."

Having witnessed the whole scene, Lin Qian couldn't help but recall the strangeness in the house that day; he nervously gripped Jin Su's hand for reassurance, then asked Xia Tan.

"Xiao Tan, that plate just now… was too weird—is your place really okay?"

There's a problem, a big problem.

Xia Tan wanted to cry but had no tears, yet he couldn't move out.

"It's fine, just small accidents." Xia Tan lowered his head and nodded like a crow drinking water, comforting himself.

But the yin chill around him grew stronger.

It's strange—Xia Tan feels this is completely different from the ghost at home; it seems… the chill is weaker.

He felt a bit creeped out.

So just how powerful is that ghost at home!

The ghost kept urging, "Hurry up and stand up… stand up, you're just a little human raised by the Ghost Lord—remember to hurry home, or the Ghost Lord will get angry."

Xia Tan, unsettled by the chilling feeling, had no choice but to ask Lin Qian to leave first.

The meal ended hastily.

When Xia Tan left, Lin Qian couldn't wait to complain to Jin Su about what happened that day, finally concluding, "Xia Tan's household is definitely not clean."

Jin Su raised his eyebrows upon hearing that, then looked thoughtfully at the candlelight that had started flickering again.

——

"You still know how to come back."

As soon as Xia Tan stepped into the entryway, he heard that icy-cold sentence.

He almost jumped up from the carpet, looking left and right nervously.

Jin Chen leaned against the living room cabinet, arms crossed, his face full of displeasure and hunger, not lowering his voice at all, his low, gloomy voice clearly transmitted into Xia Tan's ears.

"Do you still have this family in your eyes?"

Xia Tan: "……"

This was the first time he had ever heard a ghost speak.

It was actually quite pleasant, like the cello tone circulating online.

But no matter how pleasant, it couldn't hide the fact that it was ghost talk.

Xia Tan pretended not to hear, took off his coat quietly, pursed his lips and walked inward, then suddenly bumped into something… as hard as a rod, like a shoulder.

Xia Tan sucked in a breath of cold air, after two seconds he slightly leaned back, trying to slip past from the side.

The next second, icy fingers pinched the back of his neck, gripping his fate.

Xia Tan's pupils trembled, trying to deceive himself and the ghost.

"You must have caught a chill while sleeping last night."

Xia Tan shrank his neck, muttering, trying to rescue the back of his neck, but this ghost Dage had no intention of moving at all.

"Coward."

Jin Chen mercifully let him go, then dissatisfiedly poked Xia Tan's face, asking, "Where did you go?"

Xia Tan's cheeks felt cold; he certainly wouldn't really respond, darting into the master bedroom in a flash, then a few minutes later clutching a change of clothes and rushing into the bathroom, busy as can be.

Jin Chen was even more displeased.

He turned around with a sinister gaze, his pupils deep and unfathomable, watching the frosted bathroom door gradually fill with steam, and slowly curled his lips.