Chapter 1924: Living with Mr. Ghost: Some Odd Stories 40

Recently, the East Street residential area of x City has frequently seen night‑road ghost collisions; survivors said the ferocious ghost would suddenly attack and scare people in the area, its ugly appearance causing it to eat anyone it sees.

After receiving the fifth report, the police contacted the Paranormal Investigation Society to jointly trace the culprit.

On the evening of September 15, East Street.

"We just got a police call; a script‑killing store suddenly encountered a ghost, and two people died. We need to get there quickly."

Officer Cui again teamed up with an "old friend," his manner familiar, his vigilance over the surroundings showing no slack.

"It's almost dark; we really ought to hurry."

Lian Min muttered, following step for step behind Xia Tan, "Xiao Tan, we're counting on you."

"Don't be afraid; the evil ghost's aura here isn't strong, possibly not the same ghost as the previous serial killings."

The handsome youth in a windbreaker said this, and even in the dim light between dusk and night, he still drew endless attention.

The script‑killing shop's Main Gate was pushed open, and two police officers rushed in first.

The men and women crowded in the lounge area jumped to their feet, as if finally seeing hope, every face filled with fear.

"Who reported the case?"

As Officer Cui's words fell, he saw two corpses lying on the ground and involuntarily furrowed his brow.

As Xia Tan said, indeed the victims differed from those of the previous serial ferocious‑ghost killings, but the condition of the bodies was even more horrifying.

"Mr. Xia, could you please take a look?" Officer Cui said.

This isn't something an ordinary coroner could determine; after all, anyone can see the cause of death—some sharp object had scooped out the heart.

Amid the astonished, even dazzled gazes of the crowd, Xia Tan stepped out from behind the police, half‑crouched beside the corpse, and with the slender fingertips of his black glove pressed the edge of the hollowed heart.

In a place unseen by others, wisps of purple qi seeped from his fingertips, sensing the ghostly aura that pervaded the entire script‑killing shop.

Xia Tan stood up, slowly removed his glove, his brow slightly furrowed, and said, "Two ghosts."

Officer Cui jumped, "What?"

Xia Tan lifted his gaze over the not‑small area; his bright face lacked its usual smile, appearing somewhat solemn.

"There are two man‑eating ferocious ghosts here, and one of them is the true culprit behind the earlier serial killings."

"Damn."

Lian Min anxiously slipped behind Xia Tan, "Xiao Tan, can you handle it? Or should I ask your big boss for help?"

"Jin Chen isn't available today."

Xia Tan shook his head in reply; his tone inexplicably carried a hint of resentment, but it was quickly cut off by the scene's chaos.

Officer Cui was questioning the witnesses.

Among the crowd, Xia Tan spotted an unexpected person, his gaze lingering two seconds before he casually looked away.

Lin Qian was still gripped by extreme fear; knowing that ghosts exist in this world and actually seeing a person's heart torn out by a vicious ghost are two entirely different matters.

Thus he was now in a sorry state.

From the moment he learned of Jin Su's death, Lin Qian had lived in constant fear that the Ghost King might seek revenge; only now, seeing Xia Tan so unlike his impression, did he realize.

They simply hadn't taken him into account at all.

Lin Qian and the others sat crowded on the sofa, overwhelmed by a great sense of inferiority; when answering Officer Cui's questions, his voice grew so faint it was almost inaudible.

Officer Cui could also understand; the youngsters had never seen such a scene, and not fainting on the spot already showed their mental fortitude.

Finally, the somewhat older boss of the script‑killing shop came forward to explain the situation clearly.

"About an hour or so ago, I heard a huge scream coming from the emotion‑themed room; I thought it was strange, figured I'd mixed up the rooms with the horror‑themed one, and sent staff to check."

"The result…"

The boss rubbed his face; no matter how composed, fear took over: "The result—just as the door opened, I saw a corpse lying on the floor, and in the room hung… sorry, I can't say, it's just too terrifying."

Xia Tan keenly caught his wording: "Hanging?"

"Is that ghost hanging?"

On the sofa, a young woman trembled and added: "Yes, it… it was hanging; I saw it—it suddenly appeared, grabbed my friend and bit…"

"Ah!!"

The police officer guarding the door suddenly cried out, then was flung over by an invisible force as a thick, chilling yin aura swept over everything.

"Stay where you are, don't move."

Xia Tan immediately went forward, his fingertip purple qi forming a sharp dagger—the very one Jin Chen himself had taught him to use.

"Good heavens!" the young woman who had just added her comment exclaimed, her face matching everyone's disbelief as the ferocious ghost appeared like that and even slashed her.

Lian Min, who had long known his friend's ability, was actually the calmest, spontaneously protecting the other survivors in the lounge area; seeing Lin Qian, he still couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Lin Qian: "……"

He didn't give Lian Min so much as a glance, instead fixing his stare on the now even more dazzling Xia Tan.

Faintly, one could even overlay the present Xia Tan with the Ghost King's apparition that had appeared in the bar that night; their auras were similarly striking.

All the more enviable.

Lin Qian dug his nails into his palms, unaware even when the skin broke.

"Why?" Lin Qian thought; earlier Jin Su's scheme had failed to kill the Ghost King and seize any purple qi, but why had Xia Tan also not died?

Growing resentment welled up in his heart; in an unnoticed corner, another ferocious ghost silently appeared, its pin‑sized black pupils fixed on Lin Qian, the corners of its mouth pulled down to its lower eyelids, revealing a drooling, terrifying expression.