Chapter 1909: Living with Mr. Ghost: Miscellaneous Affairs 25

Then you try it too.

This was the last thing Jin Fan heard while conscious.

And Jin Chen's final gaze, devoid of any warmth,

In front of everyone, Jin Fan couldn't even block half a move from Jin Chen, was trapped mid-air, his heart pierced by countless blades of yin qi, his five viscera and six bowels all cold and empty, like a plastic bag torn by wind, unable to withstand a single blow.

"Jin Fan! ——My son!"

Jin Lan shouted hoarsely, her head full of disheveled silver hair, she flung herself to the ground and spat out a mouthful of heart's blood, utterly tragic.

In an instant, Jin Fan stopped breathing, his body riddled with blood holes, he fell and slammed heavily before Jin Lan like trash, his eyes, constantly bleeding, widened to the extreme.

The Jin Family disciples involved in the operation to massacre Jin Chen all lost color in their faces, turning as pale as paper, as if they had already foreseen their own fate.

My son!!!

Jin Lan, summoning unknown strength, fiercely broke free of the Red Mist Ghost King's confinement, drew her magical implement and soared into the air, each cry tragic like blood weeping.

Jin Chen! Pay for my son with your life!

Just you.

Facing this arch-nemesis, Jin Chen's ghostly aura grew more terrifying, black mist forming skulls that rushed from all directions and joined in howling, full of ill omens.

Ugh! Ahhh!

The magical implement in Jin Lan's hand turned to dust upon striking, her whole arm shaken as if she had struck not Jin Chen but a solid iron hole.

Ghost... bone.

Someone in the crowd below muttered, instantly stirring a thousand waves.

A Ghost King is hard enough to attain, let alone an immortal ghost bone that never decays for ten thousand years!

Others who had intended to help stopped in their tracks, instinctively feeling screwed.

How did this jerk get dragged from the human world into the ghost realm!

Even standing still, you can't beat me.

Jin Chen, infuriating enough to kill, reversed his grip to seize Jin Lan's throat, "Now it's my turn, clan chief."

Crack!

For some reason, the sound of a neck breaking clearly reached everyone's ears, inexplicably making their own necks ache.

But it wasn't over; the Jin Family disciples blocked by the Red Mist Ghost King couldn't rush forward, only able to watch in horror as their feared clan chief Jin Lan was pierced by myriad blades, turned into a sieve, blood pouring out.

It was truly too stimulating a sight; the faint-hearted already clutched their heads in fear, dreading that this Ghost King would go on a killing spree, sparing no one.

But they were obviously overthinking it.

Following the memory of when he was killed, Jin Chen again massacred two accomplice disciples, finally stopping, and as if disdainful, wiped the spurting blood off their bodies.

Four corpses piled together, still unable to form a complete human shape.

Jin Chen stood on the platform, his hostility restrained, nodding to the crowd as before; in a daze they again saw that spirited genius.

But in the end, it wasn't him.

Jin Chen is now merely a ghost; he might still oppose them.

Silence spread among them, as if they saw the gradual decline of the metaphysical field to come, inexplicably feeling the sorrow of a rabbit's death, a fox's grief; even the sentimental among them had reddened eye sockets, their gaze toward Jin Chen holding a tragic indignation of 'better to perish together.'

Jin Chen thought they were sick.

Everyone blankly watched Jin Chen dissipate; in the main hall only the Jin Family disciples felt sorrow, not knowing what to do, while the other branch elders who had received the news hadn't yet returned, it was utter chaos.

"Jin Chen……won't you kill us?"

"He doesn't seem to have lost his reason……perhaps he just wants revenge."

"Yeah, with such a deep bloody feud, others would probably not let these other disciples escape either."

The President inexplicably felt something odd; moreover, when Jin Chen disappeared he also took Xia Tan away, he strangely questioned the frightened Lian Min.

"What is the relationship between Xia Tan and Jin Chen?"

The President then recalled that after Xia Tan joined the company, she had paid special attention to the Jin Family.

Lian Min struggled to maintain his composure, but the bloody scent rushed into his brain, frightening him to the point his lips trembled.

"It seems……it seems like they're cohabiting boyfriends?"

"I don't know either!"

Lian Min clutched his chest and wept, "Can we call the police here?! This constant fighting is utterly uncivilized!"

President: "……"

This is what kind of treasure got recruited into the Investigation Society.

——

The moment the six ghosts and the Red Mist Ghost King appeared in the Bamboo Courtyard, they swooped to surround Jin Chen.

"Great King, you're so strong!" This is the hanged ghost long subdued by Jin Chen's strength.

"Great King, Great King! Your revenge is done, do you need a warm bed?"

This is the lustful ghost throwing flirtatious glances.

"Great King! Can we feast? I'm exhausted from fighting!"

This is the hungry ghost with a deflated belly.

Xia Tan still fears the other ghosts, let alone such hideous, miserable ones; she can only keep her distance, anxiously watching Jin Chen's helpless, headache-ridden appearance.

Suddenly, Xia Tan bit the tip of her tongue, a bloody taste seeping out, before she slowly forced a smile that trailed down with her tears.

Jin Chen seemed to sense it, he pushed aside the six little ghosts and walked slowly toward Xia Tan, stopping before her.

Jin Chen……

Xia Tan looked up at him, bamboo shadows dappled on her shoulders, desolate and fragile as if a breeze could easily scatter her.

"Sorry."

Xia Tan choked, lowered her head again, tears dropping onto the ground and soaked up by the soil, making no sound.

Jin Chen gently lifted his head, his cold fingers wiping away the moisture, somewhat helplessly, "Why are you crying?"

I miss you so much.

Xia Tan unconsciously rubbed against his palm, her eyes full of dependence; the temperature that used to feel cold now felt real.

I miss you so much...

Xia Tan muttered again, then lunged into Jin Chen's embrace like a drowning person clutching driftwood, gripping his back tightly and softly sobbing.

Jin Chen wrapped his arms around Xia Tan's waist, realizing that in less than ten days the person in his embrace had grown thinner, and he couldn't help tightening his hold.

You're not afraid of me anymore?

Jin Chen rested his chin against Xia Tan's hair and rubbed gently.

Xia Tan pressed against his neck, shaking her head, then suddenly lifted her head slightly, pressing her trembling lips to his, kissing him fiercely yet clumsily.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 60!】

Jin Chen noticed Xia Tan was too tense, his return kiss gentle and soft, continually rubbing the trembling small of her back, taking advantage of the gap in the deep kiss to whisper.

Xia Tan, you...

Why don't you call me Xiao Mifeng anymore?

Xia Tan spoke before him, her broken emotions like a snapped string of beads, desperately trying to make everything as before, yet nothing felt quite right.

Xiao Mifeng.

Jin Chen readily changed his address, pressing his fingertip against her lovely lips, speaking softly, "How did you come here? Who brought you?"

He wasn't by her side, and Xia Tan encountered some strange person.

Xia Tan looked up at Jin Chen, her fragile shoulders and neck exposed to the air, her starry eyes veiled with a mist.

I want to see you...

Xia Tan's somewhat blocked emotions couldn't support deep thought; after saying that, she pressed her lips shut, buried herself again in Jin Chen's embrace, as if wanting to completely cut herself off from the outside world.

Jin Chen kissed his ear, soothingly saying, "I still have something to do; after it's done we'll go home."

Xia Tan obediently hummed in agreement, yet had no intention of leaving his embrace.