The More You Held It In, the Angrier You Got; Take a Step Back, and They'd Push You Further

At that, the Fatty suddenly had a bad feeling. His right eyelid twitched. "Doctor, what are you planning to do?"

Jiang Cheng put away his phone, a vicious look flashing across his face. "She dares to block me? I'll go wait outside her place. She can run, but she can't hide from me forever."

"There's no need for that, Doctor." The Fatty genuinely didn't think this was a good idea. Ghosts couldn't kill them through phones or computers, but if they went looking for one and came face-to-face with it, who knew what might happen? After all, the Fatty thought ghosts had their pride, too.

Besides, the Fatty had his own plan. He was going to have the Doctor summarize how to deal with ghosts and post it online. If that didn't work, they could contact Boss Lin. She had so many connections, she was bound to have a solution.

"Think it through, Doctor. If you endure it for a while, things will calm down; if you take a step back, the world will open up..." The Fatty pleaded with him. The Doctor never stopped running his mouth, and the Fatty was genuinely worried that one day, when A-Wu was out having fun, the Doctor would be left alone and a ghost would catch him, slap his head clean off.

"Endure it for a while, and you'll only get angrier; take a step back, and they'll push you further!" Jiang Cheng glared at the computer, which refused to respond no matter how he fiddled with it, and snapped in a fit of rage, "She dares to break my computer? I won't rest until I've shaken her down for the cost of her own urn!"

In South City, the lights blazed in an office building.

From the outside, it looked