Chapter 1892: Living with Mr. Ghost: A Few Odd Tales 08

The field team of the news agency followed Officer Cui and found some new clues in this building, but it only made the two oddly linked cases even more baffling.

First, Lian Min, with sharp eyes, discovered an old genealogy in the interlayer of the bedside cabinet.

"These days, young people actually still have a family genealogy at home; that's pretty weird."

Lian Min put on gloves, flipped through a few pages, then pulled Xia Tan over to look, "Xia Tan, look, the first few pages are glued shut; only this page can be read."

As an editor, Lian Min's work mindset told him, "The edges of this page are heavily worn; it must have been flipped through many times."

Xia Tan's gaze fell on the sole readable page, where a name was circled in red ink.

Jin Lan.

This name is positioned high on the page, but the branches below are blurred, the handwriting as if water-stained, completely illegible.

And, as if to highlight this name, the few names beside Jin Lan are written faintly, making them easy to overlook.

Xia Tan took a photo of this page, then heard Pang Ge and Shao Dong calling.

"Xia Tan, Lian Min, come look at this."

Lian Min handed the genealogy to Officer Cui, then hurried after Xia Tan's steps, "Wait for me."

In the study there was a very strange cabinet, containing even stranger things.

Shao Dong crouched beside the cabinet, actually not daring to touch what's inside; seeing Xia Tan approach, he slightly moved aside and said with concern, "Xia Tan, don't touch it—we've never seen these things before; they might be some evil heretical stuff."

Xia Tan gazed dubiously, furrowed his brows, his handsome eyes full of wonder, "What are all these."

A rod like a snake, several flags, and a shovel stained with blood, entirely black.

Pang Ge suggested, "Xia Tan, are you friends with that master? If not, why not take a photo and ask?"

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Xia Tan edited the opening remarks and sent them together with the photo.

This practically qualifies as today's strangest clue, making the other blood-stained clothes and towels found seem not so frightening.

Ten minutes after the message was sent, the master replied with a voice message, his tone grave enough to be felt through the screen.

"Ordinary people can't come into contact with this thing; if used properly, it can forcibly turn a person into a vengeful ghost, trapped at the place of their killing… but I see the runes on these flags—they're not an ordinary vengeful ghost… No, I still need to come see it myself; send me your location."

"This is no small matter; it's not something ordinary police can resolve—don't act rashly!"

After hearing the master's voice message, Officer Cui: "……"

He was already afraid.

Perhaps to verify the master's words.

After hearing the voice message, everyone suddenly felt a chill all over.

Bang! Bang bang!

A strong wind of unknown origin blew open the curtains; the sheer curtains fluttered, and a sinister wind rushed in.

For Xia Tan, who was all too familiar with this feeling: "……"

"Uh oh, it couldn't be Ghost Big Brother, could it?"

A harsh, hoarse sound faintly came from the air.

Xia Tan relaxed; the voice was so unpleasant, it couldn't be Ghost Big Brother.

Wait, actually he didn't feel very reassured.

Xia Tan's whole body suddenly turned cold; the feeling of being wrapped in yin energy was too obvious, even the marrow felt icy.

Xia Tan widened his starry eyes in fright, wanting to call for help but unable to make a sound, while the others seemed not to notice his abnormality at all.

He even felt that this was the shadow of death.

At that moment, the yin energy touching Xia Tan's shoulder suddenly let out a wail, turned into a visible black mist, and was violently slammed away, fleeing in a sorry state like a crawling, rolling escape.

The room returned to normal.

Xia Tan blankly lowered his head; the sensation of Ghost Big Brother poking his shoulder this morning flashed in his mind, and the numbness from being entwined with yin energy gradually faded.

He raised his hand, placed it on his shoulder, unconsciously twitched his eyelids, and slightly pursed his lips.

"Xia Tan! Xia Tan!"

Pang Ge shouted a few times; seeing Xia Tan regain his senses, he asked, "What's wrong? I've been calling you for a while and you didn't respond."

Xia Tan, dazed, shook his head, then looked out the window—nothing had changed.

It seemed as if only he could see the earlier strangeness.

"Alright, let's go out with Officer Cui; I heard Jin Bing still has a younger brother—let's go find him…"

The news agency staff gradually left the study; Xia Tan was the last to turn back and glance at the window, then closed the door.

At that moment, the Hanged Ghost, who had been hanging upside down outside the window eating melon seeds, hurriedly darted inside, startled, patting his chest and sticking out his long tongue.

"Strange… how does this person have the aura of a Ghost King? It's so scary even for ghosts."

"Even Chiang Wen, who had just turned into a vengeful ghost, couldn't get close!"

The Hanged Ghost then looked out the window; that vengeful ghost had long since disappeared somewhere, probably still injured.

The Hanged Ghost hurriedly shared this with his companions.

Hanged Ghost: "Extra! Extra! That guy who got smashed into meat paste really became a vengeful ghost!"

"I am the Hungry Ghost:" human meat paste… slurp! Looks delicious.

"Stuffed Ghost (Ghost Realm Rich Second Generation):" Did you really go see it?

Hanged Ghost: "Exactly! There's nowhere my white shroud can't reach; that guy, after becoming a vengeful ghost, first killed a person, and now that he's back he wants to kill another!"

Hanged Ghost: "But today this beauty is formidable, his body reeking of a strong Ghost King aura! That guy, upon getting close, was scared into crawling and rolling away—I didn't dare approach either."

Lustful Hungry Ghost: "Holy shit! Ghost King!"

"I am the Hungry Ghost:" Holy shit! Ghost King!

Drowned Ghost: "Holy shit!"

Mysterious Ghost:?

Drowned Ghost: Brother, you don't know—the Ghost King is an existence fiercer than a vicious ghost that has killed hundreds of lives; it's said that one appears only once every few hundred years, either through training to become a Ghost King, or...... one becomes a Ghost King right from becoming a ghost, which is even fiercer.

Jin Chen looked at the message in the group, lifted Ling Gun Gun up and asked: 'Who is stronger, me or the Ghost King?'

Ling Gun Gun suddenly fidgeted, stammered: 'Of course you're the strongest! You're the strongest!'

That's fine.

Jin Chen relaxed back, continuing to loaf in the group as a salted-fish ghost.

Ling Gun Gun tried to arouse his enthusiasm for the task, turning into a small light dough ball and flying around Jin Chen once.

【Host, you should actively do side quests! Don't you want to know how you died!】

You don't even know that you yourself are a Ghost King!

Jin Chen turned over, not listening.

I can't get out again.

【But you clearly can think of a way; I don't believe this door can trap you, and you also don't want to watch the Main God leave every day, do you?】 Ling Gun Gun circled around him again and again.

Jin Chen lazily lifted his eyelids: 'The little bee will come back on time.'

Ling Gun Gun reminded with a beep: 【It's already been an hour since your agreed homecoming time.】

Jin Chen sat up with a swish.

Now turned into a severe group-chat addict, Jin Chen clacked away on the keyboard.

Mysterious Ghost: The little human I'm raising is disobedient—how should I deal with it?

Lustful Hungry Ghost: No! Beautiful lady, please raise me! I'll offer five underworld coins!

Jin Chen suspected this person only had five underworld coins—a poor ghost.

Ling Gun Gun mustered courage: 【You don't even have one underworld coin.】

Jin Chen: ……

Ling Gun Gun, transformed into a light dough ball, flew out in a parabolic arc with a whoosh, then plopped against the wall.

Stuffed-to-death Ghost (Rich Heir of the Ghost Realm): Mysterious Brother, you're actually keeping up with the trend by raising humans—that thing isn't easy to raise.

Hanged Ghost: Let him know the consequences of provoking a vicious ghost!

Mysterious Ghost: Makes sense.