Chapter 1908: Living with Mister Ghost: Odd Tales 24

Jin Chen really didn't know.

After fighting Jin Lan last night, he frequently recalled many things; the return of his memories brought deeper, heavier hatred.

This morning, Jin Chen had no choice but to meditate, using his primal soul to suppress this viciousness and his memories, in order to stay sane and not become a completely deranged vicious ghost.

The Red Mist Ghost King, who always liked to join the fun, had long been guarding the Bamboo Courtyard, puzzled as he watched Jin Chen cultivate.

"Strange, whose ghost cultivates like this?"

The Red Mist Ghost King became a ghost king only after several hundred years of proper cultivation, and he knows how hard it is to suppress vicious energy.

That this ghost could easily suppress it just by meditating inevitably elicited muttering, and he then glanced at the memory stone bearing part of Jin Chen's ghostly power, shaking his head.

"Really tragic."

From heavenly prodigy to gloomy ghost king, this person has endured too much; it's truly tragic.

Jin Chen suppressed the violence in his heart, opened his eyes, and saw the Red Mist Ghost King in that dead state.

His mouth twitched slightly, and he coldly raised his hand.

"Jin Chen, you bastard! Why do you keep slapping me?"

The Red Mist Ghost King rolled on the ground, then clumsily got up and patted his long robe, saying, "This outfit is expensive!"

"Today, after killing the Jin Lan branch, don't hold us back."

Jin Chen's voice was icy; he abruptly rose and left.

"I won't!" the Red Mist Ghost King followed, cursing.

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Main Hall, the blessing ceremony is about to begin.

Dozens of disciples of this generation of the Jin Family, led by Jin Fan, stood in a row with lofty bearing, each secretly anticipating.

They had perhaps once admired the senior brother Jin Chen, and some were on good terms with him.

But people always think for themselves.

Unwilling to have their brilliance obscured, they could only seize, grabbing onto Jin Chen's corpse.

No one knows.

Jin Chen's remains had long been moved from the Bamboo Courtyard and were buried beneath the soil of this hall.

Jin Lan appeared on the high platform in the headmaster's robes, dignified; her voice rang like a bell throughout every corner, making people unconsciously want to obey her commands.

Here, all things considered, only Lian Min and Xia Tan are ordinary people, and this noise has given them slight headaches.

Xia Tan, however, kept her composure; her somewhat pallid face was tense, her clear, moist star-like eyes grew extremely dim, fixed intently on the person on the high platform.

This is Jin Lan.

The killer of Jin Chen.

Jin Lan naturally wouldn't notice an ordinary person's gaze, and she shouted loudly.

"Since I took over the Jin Family's feng shui lineage, I have day after day hoped for a genius who would bring glory to the clan; Jin Chen is exactly the genius I hoped for."

"But heaven envies talent; I feel pained and helpless about this child's worries for the Jin Family, and the auspicious purple qi actually lingers, unwilling to depart."

"The blessing ceremony begins; I specially invite you all to witness the fulfillment of Jin Chen's last wish, and to witness the Jin Family's return to its former glory!"

No sooner had her words fallen than someone rose angrily, accusing: "What a load of high-sounding, hypocritical talk!"

"So far, the cause of Jin Chen's death hasn't been disclosed to the outside world; we friends don't know the reason—is this your Jin Family's grief?"

Jin Lan had anticipated this; her gaze toward that person was like looking at an ignorant junior.

"I didn't mean to conceal it, but this is ultimately a family matter, that child Jin Chen…"

Jin Lan sighed, seeming to immerse herself again in the sorrow of losing her junior; "Everyone knows that the Jin Family once opposed a Red Mist Ghost King who had lived for several hundred years, and Jin Chen took it upon himself to eliminate the ghost king."

"But he simply underestimated the enemy, not knowing the ghost king's terror, which led to his careless… death."

In between the lines, Jin Lan never mentioned the earlier rumored "plucking of fortune" theory, only attributing Jin Chen's death to heroic sacrifice.

A moment of silence.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by shouting and cursing.

"Jin Lan! You're talking bullshit! Can I even beat Jin Chen? You old immortal hag, have you gone mad?"

A burst of red smoke appeared violently, startling everyone.

The Red Mist Ghost King didn't even have time to show off his coolest entrance; he popped up in front of Jin Lan with a slap.

"What the hell! You dare blame me!"

Jin Lan: "……"

Why is this ghost so vulgar!

"Ghost king… it's a ghost king!"

"Grab your weapons! It's a ghost king!"

Amid the commotion, all the occult practitioners produced their magical treasures, ready for battle.

The Red Mist Ghost King turned again, ghostly energy rolling.

"Shut up, all of you! I don't want to kill anyone today; I just want you to watch a good show."

As his words fell, the six little ghosts that had been waiting long appeared, drawing the attention of Jin Lan and the other Jin Family disciples.

The memory stone appeared.

This was Jin Chen's idea.

Only by truly revealing the cause of death before everyone could the Jin Family's clever plans be completely thwarted.

As for the genius dignity the Red Mist Ghost King spoke of…

Jin Chen indicated he didn't have that.

The boss speaks with strength; being seen dead is just that, not a lack of dignity.

From Jin Chen being taken away by Jin Fan's design, to the separation of corpse and soul, eighty-one iron nails entered the bone.

Everyone was shocked; even Jin Lan's obstruction could not be gotten past.

In the image projected by the memory stone, Jin Chen completely turned into a ghost, and everyone present was terrified!

A dense gloomy black mist silently enveloped the entire hall.

Jin Chen took the place of the memory stone's fluctuation, revealing their true form as the Ghost King in the black mist.

Noble and chilling, regarding enemies' lives as weeds, indifferent and hateful.

Among all the fearful people, only Xia Tan's emotions surged in their eyes, trembling uncontrollably.

"Jin Chen……"

They called out in a low voice, really afraid it was their own illusion.

Having just finished watching the memory stone's image, Xia Tan already felt heart-piercing pain, their breath tinged with blood; if another illusion appeared, they thought they would surely go mad.

Would surely go mad.

Xia Tan broke free from the president's obstruction for unknown reasons, running against the crowd toward the high platform.

Jin Chen noticed that figure, their brows furrowing imperceptibly.

How did the little bee get here.

"Xia Tan."

Jin Chen sent a voice transmission into their ear: "Stay there, don't move; I'll settle this quickly, obey."

Xia Tan's running steps halted; their dazed, frightened gaze fixed on Jin Chen as they murmured, "I will obey…"

Only then did Jin Chen shift their gaze, neutralizing Jin Lan's desperate attack; their distinctively jointed pale fingers clenched, pulling Jin Fan over.

"Fan'er!!!"

Jin Lan roared, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Jin Chen! Let them go! All my schemes are my own doing, and have nothing to do with them!"

Upon hearing that, Jin Chen gave Jin Fan, who trembled like chaff, a cold glance, curled their lip in mockery, and said, "Just for this waste, to use my life as a bridge."

"No…… I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have driven nails into your body…"

Jin Chen: "Then you try it too."

Jin Fan's pupils suddenly dilated.

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Yeyeye, wives happy new year! May the new year bring wealth and great joy~