Chapter 1898: Living with Mr. Ghost: Some Things 14

In the afternoon, the dazed Xia Tan was invited out by Lian Min.

"Shao Dong was reported to the police and sent to the hospital; after waking up he raved like a madman, saying he had hit a ghost last night, and he cursed you without restraint; now the whole studio is in turmoil."

Lian Min looked worriedly at the opposite Xia Tan, "Xiao Tan, are you okay?"

Even though Xia Tan wasn't at the news office today, he didn't miss the news in the group; he tugged at his lips trying to show his habitual smile, but he simply couldn't manage it.

He could only shake his head and ask Lian Min in a hoarse voice, "Everyone in the office thinks I used to be…… why are you still coming to see me."

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm not just your coworker; we've been friends who went on countless field assignments together—how could I not know what kind of person you are?"

Lian Min gazed at his obviously exhausted friend and sighed again, "It's a pity that one's heart is hidden behind the belly."

"Shao Dong usually keeps a low profile; I never expected him to be such a shameless person."

"Yeah, one's heart is hidden behind the belly......"

Xia Tan's gaze drifted, and he couldn't help thinking of Lin Qian, who had conveniently gone to the bathroom last night.

Jin Chen said Lin Qian had been peeking outside the door last night.

Lin Qian knows everything.

He knows Shao Dong's plan, knows his helplessness when entangled, yet remains unmoved.

Just today, he received a message from Lin Qian.

Lin Qian said, "I originally thought Shao Dong was trustworthy and wanted him to find happiness too."

What a feeble, powerless explanation.

Lian Min noticed his dazed state, leaned in doubtfully, and asked, "Are you really okay? I can see you haven't been yourself these days."

Xia Tan raised a hand to support his head and rubbed it; he felt a bit dizzy, which he could only attribute to last night's fright and…

"Your face is red," Lian Min suddenly said curiously.

Xia Tan: "……"

Xia Tan grabbed Lian Min's hand and asked solemnly, "Little Lian, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

Lian Min startled, "Do you really have a ghost at home? Quickly tell me what's going on."

Xia Tan didn't spill everything; he merely told Lian Min, in a more tactful way, about Jin Chen's existence and their time together.

But Lian Min's expression still visibly turned strange.

"Xiao Tan… is this ghost really taken with you, or rather, have you taken a liking to this ghost?"

Xia Tan denied: "No."

Lian Min gave a look of disbelief, "Then why are you blushing while you say that?"

Xia Tan slapped his mischievous hand, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Lian Min!"

"Alright, alright, I'll be serious."

Grinning, Lian Min sat up straight, but soon grew worried, "Though jokes are jokes, having a ghost at home is still pretty creepy."

"Didn't you hire a master? Harden your heart and let the master drive that ghost away."

Xia Tan's heart tightened, he gripped his coffee cup, "Let me think again……"

——

Jin Chen found the house where Jin Bing was killed.

The lingering ghostly energy was almost gone, and Jin Chen's arrival drove it all away.

Ling Gun Gun quietly turned into a ball of light, hopped out, circled the house a few times, and finally chose to hover before Jin Chen, blinding his ghostly eyes.

【Report to Host, there's nothing here at all!】

Jin Chen only felt his eyes sting.

He swatted away the Zero Egg, casually formed a hand seal, and the gloomy aura, like an indecipherable gray mist, enveloped the whole house.

"Great King, spare my life!"

The hanged ghost was summoned in, feeling the strong Ghost King aura, heedless of anything, he slid to his knees and fell before Jin Chen.

"Great King, spare my life! I'm just a passerby looking for excitement!"

Jin Chen slightly tilted his head, staring at the hanged ghost, "Wasn't it said we'd meet here?"

"Ah……?"

The hanged ghost pondered with its perilous head when it had made an appointment with the Ghost King, then reconsidered its purpose for coming here.

The hanged ghost instantly trembled, clutching its fallen head, "You… you are a mysterious ghost?!"

Jin Chen gave a cold nod.

He hadn't expected that he himself was that Ghost King.

But the big shot is just that formidable.

The hanged ghost continued to shudder.

He never said it was that mysterious!

He thought it was an online meet‑up, but ended up being thrown into the furnace.

The hanged ghost felt his days were numbered.

Poor thing, he had just put on a ghost kid soy sauce face mask before going out today!

Jin Chen had no time to delve into the hanged ghost's thoughts, "You're always around gossiping—how much do you know about the Jin Family?"

"The Jin Family……"

The hanged ghost sat on the ground holding its head, feeling wistful, touched it, then upon hearing the question put its head back, hesitating and asking, "Great King, are you asking about the ordinary or the extraordinary?"

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes locking with the hanged ghost's like a hawk's, "What do you mean?"

The hanged ghost dared not beat around the bush any longer, spilling the beans like pouring out beans, and dumped all the melons he had eaten.

"In this world, where there are us ghosts, there are ghost‑catchers; the Jin Family has a branch that specializes in catching ghosts, outwardly posing as feng shui masters."

"But the Jin... Jin... who died in this house..."

Jin Chen: "Jin Bing."

"Yes! Jin Bing is just a side branch, but he also dabbled in some feng shui techniques; he has a brother who's even more formidable—I saw him just a couple days ago out there swindling and deceiving."

The hanged ghost finished speaking in one breath, exhausted and parched, then twisted his head off and held it in his arms, directing his hand to pour the water from the vase inside.

【Oh my boss! This is really frightening.】

Ling Gun Gun went straight into the seam of Jin Chen's clothes.

With the hanged ghost's information as a basis, it becomes much easier to discern whether what Jiang Wen said is true or false.

Jin Chen released the ghosts stored in the black bottle.

Jiang Wen was tormented by the spiritual energy inside to the point of near death; even after being released, he lost the ability to resist, lying on the ground like a salted fish, gasping his last breath.

The hanged ghost recognized him as the guy who became a ghost by jumping off a building; his mouth opened wide enough to stuff an egg, and he quickly covered it with his hand, continuing to hang in midair while watching the spectacle.

Jin Chen stepped on Jiang Wen's fingertip, his gaze cold and downcast, as if he couldn't hear the fierce ghost's wails at all; his handsome, chilling face remained unchanged.

"Jiang Wen."

Jiang Wen flinched, his scream stopping reflexively from instinctive fear: 'I didn't kill you… I didn't kill you! You killed me! You killed me once—what more do you want!'

Jin Chen's eyes were as black as ink, filled with ravaging bloodlight; he casually lifted Jiang Wen's chin with his toe and said, 'I never said I wanted to kill you.'

'You know what, say it out.'

His icy-toned voice was low and gloomy, like a Satan that bewitches all things.

Jiang Wen still trembled uncontrollably, not wanting at all to be locked back into the bottle; after hesitating for two seconds, he quivered out a sound.

'It was the Jin Family who killed you…… I don't know who, but I know… Jin Bing and Jin Ze are accomplices; I…… I just wanted to profit from the middle! Who knew you'd hold a grudge against me.'

Jiang Wen wept bitterly; even as he became a fierce ghost, his fear did not lessen in the slightest: 'It really has nothing to do with me…… please don't kill me!'

Jin Chen: "'Why did you kill Jin Bing?'"

Jiang Wen instantly turned vicious: 'That bastard lied to me! He said helping would be fine, but as soon as you became a ghost you killed me first!'

Jin Chen: "……"

Pretty unlucky.