Is It Scary?

Ordinarily, Ghost Questioning could draw in wandering spirits nearby for conversation and communication.

It could even be used to ask the ghost directly who had killed it, and what grievances or regrets it had carried in life.

That would also greatly lessen Liu Haoyu's workload.

But if even summoning them with all of their belongings failed, it meant the other party was incredibly formidable.

It could be said that this was the most troublesome Fierce Ghost Liu Haoyu had encountered since entering this line of work.

The stronger a Fierce Ghost was, the higher one's spirit sight needed to be. If it did not come out on its own, he might never see its true face for the rest of his life.

Even if it did come out, he might not necessarily be able to see it.

What puzzled Liu Haoyu even more was that a Fierce Ghost's strength was almost directly proportional to its resentment. In other words, the stronger the Fierce Ghost, the greater the harm it posed to humans.

But... why was the Fierce Ghost in this house nothing like that?

Liu Haoyu had never seen such a reasonable Fierce Ghost before—one that was even a little adorably foolish.

After Ghost Questioning ended, the stray ghosts that had been drawn over instantly regained their senses. They fled through the windows in panic, as though some terrifying beast lurked here.

As they ran, Liu Haoyu could hear their terrified yet furious voices.

"Why the fuck are you asking questions in a place like this? Can't you find somewhere in the world of the living to ask?!"

This showed that it was not only people—even ghosts despised this house.

Liu Haoyu packed up what needed packing, then looked at the red wedding dress in his hands.

His thoughts were in turmoil.

In the end, he neatly folded the red wedding dress and placed it in the bag.

This belonged to a Fierce Ghost and had to be stored properly.

Afterward, Liu Haoyu spent some more time checking every room on the third floor.

Other than the first room where clothes were hung to dry, the rooms beyond were still just as chilling and dreadful, but the candle in Liu Haoyu's hand never lit up again.

Who knew where that Fierce Ghost was hiding?

"The third floor has been cleared... There's nothing wrong with the first and second floors either."

Just then, Liu Haoyu suddenly remembered something.

When he bought this house, he recalled Old Wang mentioning that it had a basement.

So he returned to the first floor.

Yet no matter how Liu Haoyu searched, he could not find the basement entrance. By then, it was already midnight, the time when yin energy was heaviest throughout the day.

It was late, so Liu Haoyu decided to return to his room and rest for the night.

The room was exactly the same as when Liu Haoyu had left during the day.

The only difference was that there were a few more pieces of furniture inside.

After hanging the red wedding dress from the bag in the wardrobe, Liu Haoyu lay down on the bed.

At the same time, he set a candle beside the bed.

Being bold did not mean being reckless. This candle was meant as a warning.

Ghosts were naturally sensitive to firelight, let alone an exorcising item made specifically to deal with them.

Ordinary ghosts, and even dangerous Fierce Ghosts, had no way to extinguish it.

After washing his face, Liu Haoyu finally lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes, but no matter how he tossed and turned, he could not sleep.

The reason was simple. Even though the Fierce Ghost in the house did not seem hostile at the moment, the resentment within this house was simply too heavy.

Within such intense resentment, that Fierce Ghost might inevitably become an even more dangerous ghost. Whether it could retain its friendliness then was still unknown.

Half-asleep, Liu Haoyu drifted into a dream.

Not long after he fell asleep, the candle beside his bed lit up.

That faint candlelight looked so tiny in the dim world, as though a gust of wind could snuff it out.

And in fact, it really was blown out.

Something pulled the curtains up, and the room was plunged back into darkness.

The stifling atmosphere made it feel as though Liu Haoyu was not lying on a bed, but inside a coffin.

At the same time, a "drip, drip" sound began to ring out in the room.

As though something was walking around inside.

The strange footsteps drew closer and closer, but after passing Liu Haoyu's bed, they headed straight for the wardrobe.

"Drip... drip..."

The clockwork-like sound grew louder and louder, jolting Liu Haoyu awake from his dream.

He looked at the dark room, then at the candle beside his bed.

Then he looked at the open wardrobe door and fell into deep thought.

Inside the wardrobe, not only the red wedding dress, but all of his own clothes had vanished as well.

That Fierce Ghost had not even left him a single pair of underwear!

"Got them back..."

Even after putting her clothes back on, Qin Liu's face still carried a faint blush.

She finally understood completely now.

The guy who had occupied her room was undoubtedly a shameless pervert.

What had she been thinking back then, taking off her clothes and hanging them on the clothesline to scare him?

What was going through her head?

"Good thing he can't see me."

Qin Liu covered her face, unable to bear looking at it.

Still, she had to admit one thing: the man in her room was truly bold.

Not only was he unafraid of ghosts, he was not afraid of dying either.

Lighting a candle by his bedside while sleeping in the middle of the night—was he afraid he would not burn to death?

He had no fire safety awareness at all. A ghost had to blow it out for him. Was that even reasonable?

"Good thing I'm such a kind-hearted person. Otherwise, I'd have let him burn to death."

Perhaps because she felt she had done a good deed, Qin Liu felt immensely satisfied.

But a good deed was a good deed. This person still had to be driven out.

"You sniffed my clothes? I'll make sure you have no clothes to wear now!"

Qin Liu laughed happily. Looking at the thick stack of clothes in her hands, her bright little eyes turned, and she decided to hang them on the third floor.

He had encountered her in the third-floor drying room last night. Now, his clothes had been placed in that drying room.

Well? Was that scary enough?

No... she could add a little something more.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Liu began her operation.

The next morning arrived. Just as Qin Liu had expected, when Liu Haoyu saw that there were no clothes in the wardrobe, he began searching everywhere.

Very soon, he went up to the third floor.

When Liu Haoyu entered the drying room, he saw his clothes.

But besides the clothes, a human figure was hanging beside them.

Because the sun had only just risen, the light was still quite dim.

Liu Haoyu looked closely and saw that the figure was a hanged woman.

The rope had nearly snapped her neck. Her head hung crookedly, and her limbs dangled limply.

The wind slowly blew past, gradually turning the woman's face toward him.

Her eyes were clouded white, and they were staring fixedly at Liu Haoyu.

To Qin Liu's surprise, Liu Haoyu walked right beneath the hanging ghost, lifted her skirt, tilted his head, and tried to peer into some deep and mysterious place.

Then the ghost gave him a solid kick right in the face.