Tragedy

In truth, Qin Liu did not think it was shameful to be afraid of ghosts.

Although she herself could be considered a ghost, she still retained a human consciousness.

It was understandable to be frightened by such sudden scares, wasn't it?

So when could she go home?

She did not want to stay in this damn place for another moment.

Although her own home was run-down and looked somewhat like the underworld, it was still better than a place covered in bloodstains, right?

Qin Liu felt rather good about herself, perhaps because she had grown used to staying in that house.

But one thing was certain: Qin Liu, who had once longed for the beautiful blue skies and daylight of the outside world, now only wanted to curl up at home.

Still, even though she was terrified, Qin Liu kept her eyes on the man.

What exactly was he planning by coming to a place like this in the middle of the night?

Could he send her home first?

Qin Liu kept wondering about it. She did not know where this man had brought her, so naturally, she had no idea how to get home.

Fortunately, she was a ghost, so she did not need to worry about this man selling her off somewhere.

While Qin Liu was deep in thought, Liu Haoyu climbed into the vehicle through the rear cargo door.

Holding a flashlight, he inspected the traces inside the van.

The bloodstains had long since dried, now a dark crimson color.

At the same time, the candle in his hand began to burn.

The flickering flame brought a faint glimmer of light into the pitch-black cabin.

Together with the flashlight, it allowed Liu Haoyu to discover quite a few clues.

Based on those clues and the lingering resentment inside the vehicle, he gradually reconstructed what had happened here.

After helping him unload all the furniture, Old Wang had hurriedly set off.

When he arrived here, he spotted a woman in white waving by the roadside. Whether he had voluntarily picked her up or the ghost had forcibly gotten into the van—

In any case, by the time Old Wang came to his senses, an utterly terrifying scene had unfolded inside the vehicle.

In his panic, the van Old Wang had been driving plunged off the cliff.

Moreover, due to the rugged terrain here, a crane would likely be unable to haul the van away anytime soon.

There were signs left behind by the police cordoning off the scene, but no matter how one looked at it, this was definitely not an ordinary car accident.

Thinking back carefully, Old Wang did not seem to have done anything bad. As for himself, he was a fine upstanding young man with five stars, so naturally, he would not have been targeted by a resentful ghost.

Then the only possibility was that, due to her overwhelming resentment, the woman in white had become a Fierce Ghost that indiscriminately attacked the living.

She would ruthlessly drag passersby down into hell.

To Liu Haoyu, such a Fierce Ghost was a target that had to be dealt with immediately. Otherwise, it would harm even more innocent people.

Still, Old Wang had been rather lucky. Perhaps Liu Haoyu's Ghost Questioning last night had drawn the woman in white away, so Old Wang had merely been frightened into developing some mental problems.

At least he was still alive.

But the next person might not be so lucky.

So he had to find that Fierce Ghost as soon as possible.

"Such suffocating malice... What did that woman in white suffer before she died?"

Even the most terrifying Fierce Ghost did not appear out of nowhere. Its birth inevitably stemmed from one or even several unresolved grudges.

But for ordinary people, finding ghosts was an extremely difficult task.

Therefore, the best and most efficient way to find the Fierce Ghost in white was to first find the woman's corpse.

If he could find the body, then there was a ninety-percent chance he could determine how she had died and who had killed her.

Just like the police solving a case, following the cause of death step by step would eventually lead back to the source of it all.

"Let me see..."

Liu Haoyu took the black book from his pocket.

It was the very "dirty book" Qin Liu had seen earlier.

But it was not actually one. The "dirty book" was merely its disguise.

Its true function was somewhat similar to an Ouija Ghost. After a question was written in blood upon its pages, it would provide some guidance.

But only a certain amount of guidance.

Thus, Liu Haoyu flipped the book open to a certain page and gently rubbed it for a while. To his surprise, the page split directly into two.

The two pages in the middle contained neither words nor pictures.

There were only a few lingering bloodstains.

They were Liu Haoyu's blood.

The blood had now been almost entirely absorbed, leaving behind a large blank area—enough for Liu Haoyu to ask it a few questions.

So the man bit his finger and wrote a line on the book.

"Is there a female corpse nearby? Where is it?"

Liu Haoyu's blood continuously writhed across the paper. The sentence he had just written gradually transformed until it became a new one.

"By beautiful Daming Lake lies a hidden tragedy unknown to others."

"The woman who died a miserable death became a resentful ghost, trapped within this reservoir and unable to find release."

"Her hatred coiled within her heart, and her pain prevented her from transcending."

"She will use blood as nourishment, feeding the resentment and hatred in her heart."

"When the time is ripe, she will trade her enemy's blood for the rebirth of her own soul."

"Beware. Though this Fierce Ghost has not yet fully matured, she is no ordinary foe."

Dense blood-red words filled both pages completely. Even if Liu Haoyu wanted to ask anything else, there was nowhere left to write.

"Fine, then."

Although the book spoke in an archaic, overly literary manner, it had indeed told him something useful.

"Daming Lake?"

There was no lake nearby, but close to the accident site was a reservoir.

If Liu Haoyu had guessed correctly, the Daming Lake mentioned in the book referred to that reservoir.

While Liu Haoyu was thinking, Qin Liu poked her little head out of Red Jade. Her curious head swayed from side to side as she tried to see what exactly was written in the book.

After all, Liu Haoyu had just bitten his finger and written in blood, just like some Daoist priest in a television drama writing a blood letter.

Could this man be a Daoist priest who caught ghosts?

Haha, how could that be possible?

If he really caught ghosts, would she be able to bounce around so lively at his side?

Thinking this, Qin Liu stretched her head toward the book.

Yet the instant her gaze fell upon its pages, the blood on the paper immediately began to boil.

Though it was not a living thing, Qin Liu could still sense its terror and fear.

The blood on the book trembled and boiled for quite some time, leaving Liu Haoyu with a head full of question marks.

Not long afterward, two large words appeared, one on the left page and one on the right.

"Run!"

Seeing those words, Liu Haoyu clutched the Thunder Shock Talisman in his hand and whipped around, only to find absolutely nothing.

He said speechlessly,

"I know there are ghosts here, but do you have to make such a fuss about it?"