Chapter 28: Ghosts Fear Wicked People

That was a middle-aged man wearing a proper suit with wax in his hair, but he wasn't well-groomed. He looked very disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, his whole person extremely anxious.

Xie De had seen him on TV. Zhu Wanfu, a very successful entrepreneur, an out-and-out rich man.

As soon as he ran over, he tightly grabbed Wei Yanchi's hand, as if clutching his last life-saving straw.

"You're finally here, Master. Everyone is waiting for you, this thing is weighing heavily on our minds. We haven't slept all night, it's really unbearable. Our place obviously welcomes you to stay at any time. If only you were here last night..."

"Mr. Zhu, calm down," Wei Yanchi calmly pulled his hand out. His whole temperament settled down, his brows slightly curving, truly looking like a bright breeze and clear moon, appearing extremely reliable.

He gently patted Zhu Wanfu's back.

"Relax a bit. Last night I already had it suppressed within the Buddha statue, so there is no danger temporarily."

The expression on Zhu Wanfu's face was extremely pained, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Although there is no danger, just looking at it sitting there makes me feel uncomfortable in my heart. I feel like my whole body is getting goosebumps. It took away two of my relatives, it's a sin! It's all because our old man insisted on inviting a monster back then!"

Hearing Zhu Wanfu say this, Xie De couldn't help but feel curious, his dark green pupils quietly observing the other party.

Zhu Wanfu realized his loss of manners, forced a smile, hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, and said to Xie De.

"Is this the Master's friend? Hello, hello, my name is Zhu Wanfu. May I ask how to address you?"

Zhu Wanfu habitually reached out his hand, his body leaning slightly forward, bending his waist a bit. As a big boss, usually others sucked up to him, but now that he had a favor to ask, he had to lower his posture, looking eagerly at Xie De.

Ah this... Xie De's social anxiety flared up again.

In his usual social circle, handshakes were completely unnecessary, nor did he come into contact with such authoritative figures. Being this formal made him a bit awkward for a moment.

Staring at Zhu Wanfu's chubby hand, he hesitated whether to introduce his real name or use the alias 39. And was this handshake absolutely necessary? He didn't want to tell others his name, but if he said 39, would it seem too informal? Would it seem like a little kid having a bout of eighth-grader syndrome? If he didn't shake this hand, would he appear very impolite?

Zhu Wanfu became a bit stiff from being stared at. Wei Yanchi smiled and pressed his shoulder and walked forward.

"Mr. Zhu, let's talk about business."

"Okay, okay."

Zhu Wanfu breathed a sigh of relief, and Xie De also breathed a sigh of relief.

They walked all the way into an elegant villa decorated like a Suzhou garden. It was full of greenery and covered a large area, looking like a scenic spot, but it was actually a private residence.

Going in and turning left through an archway, they walked into the living room. The decoration in the living room also followed a New Chinese style.

There was a group of people sitting in the hall sighing. Only the children were sleeping peacefully in the arms of the female relatives. Sitting at the very top was an old man, leaning on a cane, also looking extremely spiritless.

Xie De found everything he saw before him very novel. After all, he was just a poor boy with no worldly experience.

When he saw that the main doors of the hall were made of golden thread nanmu wood, he gasped inwardly, secretly sighing that this family's life was truly corrupt and luxurious.

But the most important thing right now wasn't this family's wealth, but something much more exciting. Ghosts and monsters.

This wasn't in a scenario, and Wei Yanchi seemed so confident. It was broad daylight, and a group of people were crowded together. It was a spirit monster, not a ghost.

Xie De felt everything was within a controllable range and wasn't afraid at all. In his heart, he was rubbing his hands together like a fly, eager to see the protagonist show off his skills. But to his disappointment, the next events weren't exciting at all.

He stood in the corner. This family was in no mood to entertain guests. Anyway, they just hurriedly listened to Wei Yanchi's commands.

There was kowtowing and burning incense, respectfully bringing in the black dog and the rooster.

Wei Yanchi personally walked over and opened the door to the Buddhist hall. The black dog and the big rooster were very spiritual, as if knowing they were invited, and walked in very arrogantly.

From inside came the sounds of rooster crows and dog barks, and then a strong wind blew up from nowhere. It was gloomy and chilling to the bone, making everyone's faces turn pale, except for Wei Yanchi and Xie De.

Wei Yanchi was fine because his own cultivation was solid enough.

And Xie De was fine because he didn't feel the strong wind at all.

He even felt the people around him were being somewhat baffling.

Then he heard the sound of porcelain smashing.

Wei Yanchi opened the door carrying a peach wood sword. In everyone's line of sight, sure enough, a giant rat emerged from where the Buddha Mother statue shattered, bearing resentful, terrifying fangs, and rushed fiercely towards the door.

Then Wei Yanchi, with quick eyes and hands, viciously slammed the door shut. The peach wood sword in his hand jammed the door crack. It crashed headfirst into the door. While dizzy and disoriented, it was eaten completely clean by the rushing rooster and black dog.

Immediately after, Wei Yanchi opened the door again, wearing a smile.

"Everyone, I believe the matter has been resolved."

Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief, the strings in their hearts instantly relaxing. Some even knelt on the ground crying. The oldest person walked over to solemnly and personally thank Wei Yanchi. Wei Yanchi accepted the thanks without hesitation, looking at Xie De with a hint of smugness in his expression.

Ah?

What do you mean, resolved?

Xie De hadn't seen anything clearly. Nothing at all! Bafflingly, in his view, it was as if they were performing some abstruse shamanic dance. As for the tricks involved, regarding that giant rat, Xie De hadn't seen it at all.

Seeing the protagonist looking over, he raised his eyebrows.

A ding came from his phone. Gibberish finally rolled back and said in a chuunibyou manner, "Deletion complete. This little surveillance system is easily controlled by me. I didn't even leave them a view of your back."

His attention was drawn by Gibberish.

Xie De pretended to answer a call and walked out.

"No one will find out it was me, right? After all, it was broad daylight."

"You have to trust me, when have I ever dropped the ball at a critical moment? And do you know what kind of cases are the hardest to solve? Random, motive-less murders. Plus you used a silenced pistol. You didn't even get within ten meters of the deceased. Don't worry, no clues were left behind at all."

"More importantly, don't forget we killed someone from the laboratory. The laboratory will definitely suppress this news. It's impossible for them to let the police take over."

Gibberish was particularly satisfied with its own performance.

"Although I leak electricity from time to time, you must believe, Host, I am much more awesome than those quick-transmigration systems that only know how to fall in love... Eh, what are you doing in this high-class house? Is this something you can afford?"

Feeling attacked, Xie De expressionlessly delivered his daily blow to Gibberish.

"Other quick-transmigration systems can disguise identities and create aliases, they can also take their hosts to roam around various small worlds to do missions and fake their deaths to escape..."

"Alright, shut up, don't say anymore." Gibberish smiled, "If you keep talking I'll lose my mind, and that's no good for either of us."

"Hmph, I'm here watching the protagonist exorcise evil spirits..." As he was speaking, Xie De saw Gibberish and suddenly thought of something, "Wait, Gibberish, you just said this is a world full of fantasy. So if we killed someone, won't that person become a ghost?"

Gibberish expressed, "...Good question!"

Xie De thought. Xie De didn't understand. Xie De turned pale with fright.

"Don't haunt me, you are the main culprit."

"Look at your lack of ambition, I can clearly only be considered an accomplice."

Gibberish was much calmer than him, spouting a bunch of twisted logic.

"Don't overthink things. I'll tell you a fact: only those with a guilty conscience, weak bodies, and who are suspicious are haunted by ghosts. We killed him openly and aboveboard, what's there to be guilty about? He couldn't even beat you when he was alive, so is he suddenly powerful now that he's dead? And did he even know you killed him?"

"Uh..."

Xie De guiltily accepted Gibberish's set of twisted logic.

Looking at the villa district before him, he felt a wave of agitation.

Because killing someone was much simpler than he had imagined. Extremely simple. Just walk over, aim the pistol at that person's heart or brain, and then fire a shot, and that person would die without a doubt.

Simple, very simple. The human body is inherently a fragile organism.

And with Gibberish around, Xie De didn't have to bear any responsibility after killing someone, he only needed to be the executioner.

This also made Xie De still unable to quite believe it up to now. Including the scenario, he had already killed four people.

Inside the door, Wei Yanchi declined the others' warm hospitality. Bidding them farewell, he saw Xie De finish his phone call and hesitantly stepped forward.

"Mr. 39, what did you think of that rat just now?"

Xie De paused, put away his phone, and told the truth, "I didn't see anything."

Ah?

Wei Yanchi was just a little surprised, but then he smelled a very faint scent of gunpowder on Xie De. He suddenly remembered that Xie De was a big shot with a mysterious identity, and who knew how many people he had killed.

He suddenly smiled.

"How does Mr. 39 view ghosts?"

"?"

Wei Yanchi continued to ask.

"Or rather, how do you view ghosts of people who were murdered? If this ghost goes to seek revenge against the person who killed them, how should the murderer view it?"

Suspecting the protagonist was hinting at him.

Xie De, feeling both guilty and acting tough on the outside but weak on the inside, said, "Heh, weak when alive, could they become strong after death?"

Xie De's voice was cold and disdainful.

Wei Yanchi found it amusing in his heart, and he indeed smiled very gently.

"Since Mr. 39 doesn't believe in these supernatural things, then just treat it as if they don't exist."

Actually, Wei Yanchi wanted to say that ghosts fear wicked people. With 39 being so formidable and bloodthirsty, and even handling things effortlessly in instances, those things wouldn't even have time to hide, so how could they possibly approach 39? Furthermore, Xie De's identity was questionable.

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Rei’s Note:

Why do I feel like Wei Yanchi is a masochist, A MASOCHIST (⁠ノ⁠•̀⁠ ⁠o⁠ ⁠•́⁠ ⁠)⁠ノ⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻