Shock! Malevolent Ghost is Actually a Soccer Boy

The road was quiet.

No strange occurrences happened as the driver had warned.

Midway, the simulator's cooldown finished. Jiang Qiao took a look; they were all trash talents, so he let it run on its own.

An hour later, Jiang Qiao arrived at Blue Harbor Villa.

Chen Tiantian, the real estate agent wearing a short skirt uniform, was already waiting at the entrance. With her was the landlord.

The landlord was a guy in his thirties, wearing a gold necklace, broad and fat with a bald head.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiao's body trembled, and he also pulled out a thick gold chain from his pocket.

Necklace, vest, shorts, and flip-flops – the four divine artifacts. The old man nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Qiao walked around the villa.

It was empty, with only some ordinary appliances and furniture.

However, the landlord occasionally hired people to clean, so the hygiene wasn't too bad.

Finally, in a cordial and friendly atmosphere, Jiang Qiao and the old man signed a one-month short-term lease agreement.

Both parties agreed that if no problems arose within a month, it would be converted to a long-term lease.

The old man wanted to downplay the haunted house reputation before selling or mortgaging the villa, so he was particularly enthusiastic.

He didn't even collect a deposit.

Regarding Jiang Qiao's ID card still being processed, he waved his hand, telling Jiang Qiao to send him a photo in a couple of days.

After seeing off the agent and the landlord.

Jiang Qiao called the cleaning company again, arranging for them to come the next morning for a deep clean.

By the time he got back into the uncle's taxi, it was already three in the afternoon.

During this time, "Happy" had sent several messages.

"Hello, Master. Forgive my intrusion."

"I accidentally got your contact information from Brother Zhou today and wanted to ask you some questions."

Seeing the messages, Jiang Qiao was taken aback.

What was going on?

Didn't Old Zhou add me?

Since the profile picture was just a scenic photo, Jiang Qiao clicked on the other person's Moments.

Only the last three days' posts were displayed.

Nothing.

Heh, quite mysterious.

Jiang Qiao couldn't be bothered to guess; he didn't know them anyway.

"Yes, hello. I was busy just now. What questions do you have?"

The sun suddenly disappeared, and panic spread outside.

After finishing dinner with her best friend, Shen Yingning didn't go shopping. Instead, they found a coffee shop to sit and chat.

Suddenly, a message notification chimed.

Shen Yingning opened WeChat, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

They finally replied.

It wasn't easy!

The last time she waited for someone to reply was the last time.

After letting out a sigh of relief, she quickly typed a message.

As for "Hello, slut,"

Shen Yingning thought it might have been sent to the wrong person, so she chose to ignore it.

"Hello, Master. I've encountered some inexplicable things recently. Well, I won't beat around the bush. I want to ask you, are there really ghosts in this world?"

Huh?

Jiang Qiao was stunned when he saw the message, then he understood.

So that's how it is.

Looks like another unlucky person who ran into a ghost.

Perhaps this person happened to know Old Zhou, and that's why Old Zhou gave him my contact information.

Regarding the question of whether ghosts exist.

If someone had asked him before transmigrating, he probably would have said he believed in ghosts but, like winning the lottery, didn't believe he'd ever encounter one.

But now it was different. He was tearing ghosts apart daily in the simulator.

In the real world, he'd even seen a lecherous ghost using ghost money to buy lives that very morning.

And in five days, there would be a direct Supernatural Revival, turning the living world into the underworld.

Of course, there were ghosts!

So, Jiang Qiao calmly replied, "There are indeed many unexplainable things in this world."

Since he was quite bored anyway, Jiang Qiao lightly tapped his thumb, preparing to use their mutual friend, Old Zhou, as an example.

Just then, the taxi slammed on its brakes.

"Screech—"

The ear-piercing sound of tires scraping the road filled the air, and Jiang Qiao lurched forward, his phone nearly flying out of his hand.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Qiao turned to look at the driver.

The driver was gasping for air, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Just now... just now, two children almost ran into us."

The driver's voice trembled; he was clearly terrified.

"You must have seen wrong. It's pitch black outside, where are the children?" Jiang Qiao looked ahead; there was nothing there.

"How could I see wrong?" The driver wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I clearly saw two children in red clothes, holding hands, standing in the middle of the road."

Jiang Qiao's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this. He took out his sunglasses from his backpack and put them on, activating his Dual Pupils.

His dim vision pierced through the darkness ahead, and he saw two red blurs flash past the corner.

"Looks like I've actually run into something."

Jiang Qiao raised an eyebrow.

He seemed to have an idea, and he spoke to the driver:

"Uncle, you're not in good shape right now. Why don't you rest for a bit before driving again? I'm going to step out for a moment."

Saying this, he left his bag in the car and got out, walking towards the small alley ahead.

"Little brother..."

There were no streetlights in the alley.

As soon as he stepped inside, he felt an inexplicable chill, a cold sensation on the back of his neck, as if someone was breathing on him.

Molded rice was placed at the alley entrance, with candle remnants scattered everywhere.

Walking further in, more scattered ghost money appeared on the ground, swirling in the wind.

"Thump—"

"Thump, thump, thump—"

At the end of the alley, Jiang Qiao saw two children playing soccer.

The soccer ball had a nose, eyes, a mouth, and two ears.

"Uncle, play soccer with us."

The two children turned their heads, their pitch-black eye sockets staring at Jiang Qiao, their pale faces adorned with innocent smiles.

Jiang Qiao walked over, crouched down, and gently patted the children's heads, a smile on his face:

"You should call me 'brother,' or I'll smash your heads in."

The children's smiles froze.

The next moment, their mouths suddenly opened, and a strange cat-like meow came from their throats.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiao directly grabbed a ball of lightning and shoved it into their mouths.

The meowing stopped abruptly.

"Die for me!"

Jiang Qiao suddenly lunged forward, smashing his fist into the little boy's face. The immense force caved in his face, deforming it.

Bang, bang, bang!

Jiang Qiao swung his fists, appearing frenzied, treating the two children like punching bags.

If someone had filmed this and posted it online, uninformed netizens would have surely cursed Jiang Qiao to death with their keyboards.

In just a few breaths, the heads of the two little ghosts were shoved into their own crotches by Jiang Qiao.

Guaranteed to be so unrecognizable that even the ghosts' mothers wouldn't know them.

The alley returned to peace.

Jiang Qiao felt the electrical current within him strengthen noticeably, and a pleased expression spread across his face.

"It really works!"

When he discovered the female ghost this morning, he hadn't yet acquired the "Mad Scientist" talent.

So, one or two ghosts were useless for improving his strength, and he hadn't bothered to seek them out.

But now, things were different.

He not only had a method to absorb ghost energy, but he also discovered that Malevolent Ghosts didn't seem rare; he'd encountered several waves since last night.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to upgrade his talent before the Supernatural Revival?

Very well, Malevolent Ghosts, I shall use you to aid my cultivation!

In the taxi.

The driver, an uncle, gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes scanning everywhere, his expression extremely serious.

Only when he drove onto the main road and the surrounding traffic increased did the uncle slowly relax.

Not long after Jiang Qiao left, a young man with dyed yellow hair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, swaggered into the alley.

A couple of days ago, he'd stumbled upon the fact that he could find quite a few wallets and phones in this alley!

This had made the yellow-haired youth, who usually made a living stealing electric bikes, overjoyed.

He came every afternoon, right on time, like clocking in for work.

And he always found something!

Even though it was dark today, it didn't matter; love is not about race, and career is not bound by time.

The yellow-haired youth swaggered towards the depths of the alley.

One minute later.

A piercing scream echoed from the alley.

"Ah--"

The yellow-haired youth, who had been acting like he was the coolest guy around, scrambled out of the alley, his eyes filled with terror.

In the alley, more than twenty heads had appeared on the ground at some point, their eyes ferocious, frozen in expressions of dying with unresolved grievances.