Zhang Zhipeng's master stroked his beard and pondered for a moment before speaking:
"So your resignation and private employment have something to do with the ghosts you mentioned?"
"Yeah!"
Speaking of this, Zhang Zhipeng still felt lingering fear:
"Master, there really are ghosts in this world!"
"I know."
Zhang Zhipeng's master spoke in a low voice.
"Huh?"
Zhang Zhipeng froze.
"Then why have I never heard you mention it?"
Zhang Zhipeng and his master did not have the sort of ancient father-and-son master-disciple relationship, but neither were they merely master and disciple in name. They kept in frequent contact, yet ghosts and such had never come up in their conversations.
"Mention my ass! Who talks about ghosts for no reason? Are those things anything good?"
After saying that, Zhang Zhipeng's master asked him about the details. Then he said, "Let me think about it," and hung up.
"Think about it... Does that mean yes or no?"
Zhang Zhipeng scratched his head, then opened WeChat and entered a group chat to look for other candidates.
On the other end, Zhang Zhipeng's master lit a cigarette for the first time in a long while. As he took puff after puff, memories of his childhood surfaced in his mind.
He had seen ghosts, and he had seen Ghost Controllers. His own master had been a Ghost Controller.
The ghosts Zhang Zhipeng described were vastly different from the ghosts ordinary people knew of. That told him Zhang Zhipeng had truly encountered ghosts, and that his employer genuinely understood them.
If that was the case, then what the other party had said was very likely true.
The paranormal was reviving. The ghosts suppressed by those predecessors were returning to reality. Was the world about to become that chaotic hellscape again?
Zhang Zhipeng's master was already