Chapter 1903: Living with Mr. Ghost: A Few Things 19

Master Bao had seen many humans tempted by fierce ghosts.

Thus, his overly intense reaction to Xia Tan seemed to him exactly the fault of the fierce ghost, with no need for further quarrel.

"In a few days, the fierce ghost's influence on you will weaken, and you will know that what I did today was merely to eliminate harm for the people."

Master Bao also didn't take his money, and after getting rid of the fierce ghost he hurried away, not even Lian Min could stop him.

It was only because Master Bao's last words were: "When a person dies they become a ghost; when a ghost dies they vanish into ashes and smoke, so even if you regret it, it's of no use."

Lian Min didn't know what to do, slowly crouching beside Xia Tan, he took his hand: "Xiao Tan, I… I'm sorry."

"I didn't know this Daoist would deceive people; I shouldn't have persuaded you together with him."

Xia Tan, dazed, shook his head; he could no longer muster any strength to speak, and after a while he gently pulled his hand away: "You go back first……"

"Don't stay here."

A bean-sized tear slipped down unexpectedly; Xia Tan didn't know whether he was saying it for himself to hear or for someone else.

"Jin Chen doesn't like having other people here."

Lian Min opened his mouth, full of worry looking at his friend, but couldn't utter a single word of comfort.

"Then I'll leave first, Xiao Tan…… I'll come see you again tomorrow."

At the moment he heard the door close, Xia Tan felt as if he had lost all supporting strength, his whole body slumped onto the carpet, and scalding tears kept falling.

"Jin Chen……"

Xia Tan called out softly many times, filled with regret and panic, dazedly thinking of these days since he moved into this house.

The Jin Chen who would deliberately hide to scare him, the Jin Chen who got jealous but acted tsundere, the Jin Chen who protected him from being bullied……

Those past days were vivid and warm, merely hidden beneath the hue of fear; now they resurface again, but only as memories, while reality is what he himself cut off.

The despair in his heart was like an ever‑spreading tide, gradually consuming Xia Tan's tears, leaving him bereft of all motivation, nearly lifeless in the living room, he sat motionless for two hours on the sofa where Jin Chen had last sat.

Until the sky grew dim and all things fell silent.

Finally Xia Tan climbed up and did one thing.

He reported to the police, accusing Master Bao of peddling superstition and pretending to be divine.

——

Jin Chen said that not being angry was a lie.

Even until he left, he still couldn't understand—his wife had been fine before she went out, but as soon as she returned she eagerly wanted to get rid of herself.

Ling Gun Gun turned into a ball of light, chasing after Jin Chen's back while flying, constantly muttering.

【Don't be angry, don't be angry! Host, stay calm, stay calm, don't provoke the Main God……】

Afterwards he happily received the treatment of being swatted away again.

On a dark, windy night, it's the best time for fierce ghosts to act.

In the chat group, all the fierce ghosts "happily (forced)" met up—actually it was because Jin Chen's ghostly abilities were insufficient, he couldn't grasp the details of the Jin Family, so he summoned helpers.

On the left were a few: lust ghosts, hungry ghosts, and hanged ghosts; they had known Jin Chen since daytime and seemed the least fearful.

On the right were a few: burst ghosts, drowned ghosts, and outsider-member peeping ghosts; their expressions varied, but they all trembled incessantly.

Seeing this bunch of misshapen melons and cracked dates, Jin Chen felt it was enough; he raised his hand and rubbed his brow.

"Don't run around later; the Jin Family has many ghost hunters, and if they get caught, I won't care."

"Okay, okay, Great King!"

The six ghosts nodded in unison, each with its own miserable death; their appearance together was practically an extreme challenge to normal human aesthetics.

The Appearance‑Controller Warrior Jin Chen couldn't bear to look directly.

The moonlit night had no clouds and no wind, so still it felt somewhat eerie.

Following the Red Mist Ghost King's instructions, Jin Chen easily found the Zhuang Yuan of the Jin Jia Lao Zhai in a remote city, occupying half a hill; he could see clearly that the old residence's backyard was still protected by a barrier.

Walking into the ancient‑style Zhuang Yuan, it felt as if cut off from modern society; the six ghosts, having never seen such grandeur, gasped in admiration, looking left and right.

Jin Chen sensed a long‑lost familiarity.

Combined with what the Red Mist Ghost King had said earlier, his original self probably grew up here from childhood.

Even deep at night when all was quiet, two or three groups of ghost hunters would occasionally patrol, showing how strictly the backyard was guarded.

Jin Chen didn't mind tearing the barrier to enter, but then it would surely descend into chaos, and the true culprit might not appear tonight.

He had no habit of killing indiscriminately.

While observing, all was silent except for the dripping…… dripping……

Jin Chen gave a cold glance: "Aren't you done yet?"

The drowned ghost trembled, legs clenched, yet his trousers kept dripping water, which soon pooled beneath him.

"I… I can't control it, Great King."

The frightened drowned ghost let out a watery hiccup, spitting out a few strands of waterweed.

Jin Chen: "……"

Five minutes later, a somewhat ghost‑pulsed burst ghost grabbed the drowned ghost that Jin Chen disliked and went to gather information.

Ling Gun Gun flew back again, a tiny light ball rubbing against Jin Chen's shoulder.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 45!】

Jin Chen blinked in surprise, pausing: 【What's going on?】

【Hey, the Main God seems to regret it……】

Ling Gun Gun pretended, squeezing out a few drops of sparkling light‑tears: 【Only after losing it do you know the heartbeat, the heartbeat… ah!】

The light ball was swatted away again.

Jin Chen wanted a quick finish in his mind, and with bare hands he was about to tear the barrier in midair.

"Great King, wait——"

The informant bloated ghost flew back, bearing a round, plump skin bag to intercept Jin Chen.

"We found it! We found it!"

Six ghosts, plus one Ghost King, returned to the corner again.

Jin Chen felt uneasy, even somewhat irritable: "What did you find out?"

The bloated ghost really wanted to maintain its pretentious aura as a wealthy young generation in the ghost realm, but Jin Chen's gaze was too ferocious, making his bloody face show a bit of fear.

"Many ghost hunters of this branch of the Jin family have returned, supposedly to perform a blessing ritual for the once invincible but early‑deceased heavenly pride child, wishing for eternal celestial music."

Jin Chen had a bad feeling: "Who?"

The bloated ghost timidly extended a finger: "You, Jin Chen."

The drowned ghost chattered: "The nearby earth‑bound spirits also said they would arrange some luck‑spreading ceremony at the blessing ritual; Great King, you don't want to know who you are… it's not too late to act then."

The other four little ghosts nodded.

Jin Chen sensed something off, his gloomy eyes narrowing: "You want me to attend my own blessing ritual?"

What's the difference between that and attending one's own funeral?

Ling Gun Gun: 【The Jin family certainly don't know you're back; when you appear, you'll give them a 'wow' jump!】

Jin Chen didn't want to give them a 'wow' jump at all.

But he did want to see what sort of mischief the so‑called blessing ritual was up to.

He sent the six little ghosts to hide elsewhere, and Jin Chen entered the barrier alone.

The hanged ghost gazed wistfully in the direction Jin Chen had gone, wondering, "Will my great king be spotted upon entering the barrier?"

He had finally managed to follow the Ghost King, but he certainly didn't want to become a wandering soul.

The bloated ghost chattered: "The great king is so mighty; maybe he just flew in openly!"

The hungry ghost: "What is the great king going to do in there?"

The lustful ghost slurped: "Go in and sleep, hehe."

The other five little ghosts: "…"