Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 117: The Most Terrifying Pauper (Second Update)

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: The Most Terrifying Pauper (Second Update)

"According to our ghost hunter’s principles, at the very least, we should have a talk when we meet, discuss conditions to see what the other side is holding onto that makes them unwilling to leave. We should try to resolve their obsession peacefully and send them off."

"If they are too arrogant and refuse to talk, then we ask the Immortals to help subdue them and then get the full picture. Generally speaking, reaching the second step usually solves it. If it really can’t be resolved, we’ll destroy the soul on the spot to prevent future harm to others."

The master, lying on the hospital bed, quickly got to the point with the naturally sociable Chuci, grunting angrily, "When I glanced with the compass, that guy’s Yin Energy was terrifyingly heavy, so I quickly invited an Immortal to possess me to check out the situation. I didn’t even manage to speak, and I ended up like this."

Chuci was bewildered, "What did that female ghost eat? How is she this badass?"

"You know, don’t worry about what she ate for now, quickly call people and come up with a way to suppress it, preferably find someone with a powerful Celestial Eye. Otherwise, we’ll have to clear out the entire building and directly suppress it with a huge array, which would definitely take a lot of effort!" novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Okay then, there aren’t more recommended masters here anyway, I’ll try to find some connections. You rest well, we won’t disturb you."

After bidding farewell and leaving the ward, Chuci now understood why Uncle Cai was so anxious. Who wouldn’t be nervous after hearing all that?

If we can talk things over and guide them to reincarnation, it’s fine; if not, disperse them directly. Although the answer was within Jiang Yuan’s expectations, he was still a bit disappointed.

Only ghost hunters of various sects are secretly active, with no Yin Messengers or Immortals!

"Make a general magnetic card for the office building for me; I’ll go take a look tonight." Jiang Yuan didn’t claim he could definitely resolve it, but with paper figures at hand, he felt confident. He wanted to meet the mistress ghost to understand the human-ghost-god dynamics in the real world.

Refusing Chairman Cai’s eager hospitality, he rushed home and busied himself for two hours to prepare, then took a taxi back and did some preparations on the seventh floor before retreating to a small restaurant across the street to eat a bowl of noodles.

By 8 PM, the sky had completely darkened.

The office building was empty, but many lights were still on for the sake of appearances.

The huge letters on the roof were shrouded in steaming Yin Energy, making their color somewhat greenish. A cold breeze swept through the deserted street, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"The mistress who died on the eleventh floor was called Wu Xiaolan. Her husband was three years older than her dad..." Chuci twisted in the passenger seat, giving "trivia," and seeing Jiang Yuan’s shocked face, chuckled, "Why else would she come here for a thrill? Her husband’s name is Liu Qiang. In his youth, he was a thug and somewhat notorious in the underworld.

Later, with crackdowns everywhere, he ’turned over a new leaf,’ opened a property management company, and a personal loan company—commonly known as loan sharking. Wasn’t the ad company filled with beauties? It did some small ad business with Liu Qiang’s loan company. Somehow, these two got involved."

Jiang Yuan was watching the screen through a relay signal of the paper figures he’d placed, and suddenly understood, "No wonder Jia Zongliang killed someone by mistake and then jumped into a river to commit suicide. He couldn’t afford to provoke the mistress’ man?"

"Who could blame him? After this incident, I inquired into it, and it’s said Liu Qiang was infuriated by being cuckolded and vowed to ensure the two adulterers wouldn’t rest in peace even in death." Cai Changming’s face was long and full of worry.

The little old man, just over sixty, had maintained himself well. But recently, the haunting had wrinkled his face further, placing high hopes on the young Jiang Yuan, "Mr. Jiang, if you can resolve this female ghost, there will surely be a significant reward!"

Jiang Yuan made a few polite remarks, focusing on what was said about Liu Qiang’s harsh words, "restless even in death"... Could Wu Xiaolan’s haunting be due to someone pulling strings behind the scenes?

As he pondered, the previously steady screen image suddenly began flickering as if the signal was disrupted by interference.

The silent seventh floor had only one computer monitor emitting a dim light, illuminating the workstation and the figure in the chair bent over looking at a phone.

"Clack! Clack!"

The sound of high heels clattering on the floor arose, and Wu Xiaolan, clutching the empty space where her heart once was, drifted out from the stairwell. She didn’t smell any living human, but that figure not far away drew her closer.

"Sniff sniff!" She inhaled, finding the person incredibly fragrant, an indescribable aroma wafting over.

A strong attraction made her ignore any anomalies and rushed over eagerly, reaching her hand inside through their back!

"My heart! My heart!"

Yet what she grabbed was scalding hot; she screamed, shaking her smoking right hand frantically, inadvertently toppling the "person" in the workstation to reveal the painted face of a paper figure.

"Mr. Jiang, why did your paper figure suddenly fall? Will it be a problem?" Cai Changming couldn’t hide his nerves; if his assets hadn’t drastically shrunk recently, and he wasn’t hesitant to let go of a profitable office building, he wouldn’t be making such an effort.

Once, he had had the means to easily drop the price and sell an office building.

Now, he had no funds to be assertive, and even with a haunting, he had to bravely think of a way to resolve it to keep this steady, profitable business.

This shows that vengeful ghosts aren’t as frightening as the penniless dead!

"It’s good you can’t see it; it means at least you won’t have nightmares." Jiang Yuan replied casually, "I put graveyard soil inside when I made the paper figure. For ordinary ghosts, it can guide them away; for fierce ghosts, it’ll only cause minor wounds. I need to meet her. By the way..."

Chuci saw him glance his way and hurriedly took off his bracelet to hand it over, "I won’t be going in with you. At least wear this for safety!"

He waved his hand with a laugh, "I can’t guarantee I can subdue the fierce ghost, but I can ensure my own safety. I suddenly remembered, was Wu Xiaolan’s body taken back by Liu Qiang?"

Jiang Yuan didn’t dare to wear the Buddhist Beads lightly in this era of distant gods and close ghosts; who knew whose blessing that light was or what offering it required?

"Yeah, after the case was closed, the family requested to take the deceased’s body back, saying they wanted to bury her for peace as soon as possible. Since the autopsy was finished and the evidence was solid, Liu Qiang was allowed to take her away."

After getting a confirmed reply, he pushed open the car door, got out, and crossed the road.

Using the card to enter the office building, ensuring the people in the vehicle couldn’t see him, Jiang Yuan flicked a spark to burn the paper effigies he’d taken out of the Storage Bag. Surrounded by a flock of Immortal Cranes, cattle, and paper figures, he searched floor by floor, finding the whole building indeed had only the presence of one female ghost.

The other four victims didn’t turn into ghosts to remain on-site. Left or devoured?

Using graveyard soil against minor ghosts was a trick Jiang Yuan learned from a corpse woman in Yin Mountain; finding it applicable in the real world, he figured he’d better take the time to learn more during his next venture into the Wilderness World, as it might come in handy anytime.

Chuci climbed from the front to the back seat to watch the surveillance video together.

"Ms. Wu Xiaolan, come out and let’s have a good chat?" Upon reaching the eleventh floor, Jiang Yuan lit an incense stick as he exited the elevator.

Any ghost or deity would fancy this; even those temporarily without the privilege of enjoying incense couldn’t refuse a breath of the aroma.

No response came; as the night’s Yang Energy declined and ghosts prevailed, the air filled with tangible Yin Fiend’s aura, immediately became agitated, strands condensing into ropes, surging forward; another attack came from the lower three paths from behind!