Xu Yuan's Revenge

Bang!

Gao Tian slammed heavily onto the ground. Even though he was mentally prepared and deliberately fell in the thickest patch of weeds, he still saw stars. His entire back went numb. He even suspected he might have broken a crucial vertebra, leaving his lower body paralyzed and numb.

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From the third-floor windowsill, a slender neck supported a woman's face, twisted into a grotesque smile, as she leaned out and continued to babble at Gao Tian below:

"Zhao Qiang.

"Zhao Qiang!

"Zhao Qiang.

"Zhao Qiang—

"Zhao Qiang?"

The only thing that surprised Gao Tian was the red pot he had jumped down with. Despite the immense impact, not only did it not break, but not a single crack appeared on its surface.

The feel of the pot and its inherent toughness suggested it was no ordinary object. It seemed there was indeed something to it; Xu Yuan must have hidden some secret within.

He limped, getting up from the ground, and painstakingly walked towards the direction outside the yard.

Every step was a piercing pain.

He had arrived at the White House deep in the night, accompanied by nine subordinates. Now, as he left the White House, it was early morning. The sound of cuckoo birds chirping could be heard in the distance. Only Gao Tian remained, covered in bruises and wounds, holding a large, bleeding red pot, and struggling to leave the eerie White House.

Behind him, the woman's face on the third-floor windowsill continued to call out the name "Zhao Qiang" at Gao Tian's receding figure. However, Gao Tian couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

Although he had escaped the White House alive, he had not used the Shattered Face Ghost's ability to copy the Woman Face's killing rule.

The main reason wasn't that he was too tense escaping the house and didn't manage five eye contacts.

The Shattered Face Ghost only had three empty slots, and one was occupied by the Memory Ghost. The remaining two needed to be chosen carefully.

Gao Tian wouldn't choose a killing rule like this. Even if he gained the Woman Face's ability, he couldn't kill the ghost by saying its name three times, as ghosts were immortal. This ability was somewhat useless, taking up a slot for nothing.

He flagged down a taxi by the roadside and got in.

Gao Tian's mobile phone had been smashed to pieces by the Female Ghost in the White House. He had no phone and no cash on him.

Zhao Qiang's memory did contain tens of millions in cash. But Gao Tian didn't dare to go get it right now; he needed to restore his own appearance first.

After Xu Yuan discovered that the pot hidden in his old home was stolen, he would definitely return to unleash a furious revenge. At that time, anyone associated with "Zhao Qiang" would probably die.

He told the driver the address of the Living Person Apartment. After much persuasion, he managed to get the driver to take him there. Once they arrived, he went inside to find someone to pay the fare, only then did the driver step on the gas and leave.

The three-hour journey left Gao Tian aching all over in the back seat, blood flowing from his forehead and staining the upholstery.

The red pot in his hand weighed about three to four pounds. He didn't know what was inside; looking from the opening, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see the contents clearly. To see clearly, he would have to bring his eyes close.

Gao Tian suppressed his inner curiosity and did not choose to look into the pot.

He clearly remembered Shata's advice: any Supernatural Item must be brought into the Living Person Apartment before being examined. Many Supernatural Items harbored terrifying powers that could directly kill the user. Only by using the apartment's power to suppress them was the safest approach.

The Taxi waited near the apartment. After Gao Tian got out, he first went to the Third Floor of the apartment, to his own room, put down the red pot, and checked and cleaned his wound. Then he knocked on Jiangyang's door next door. The other man was groggy; it was only five in the morning, and he hadn't woken up yet.

Gao Tian urgently borrowed two thousand yuan from him. Downstairs, he paid the Taxi fare with three hundred yuan. Back in the apartment, he changed his clothes, washed his face, and opened the cabinet. The apartment had all the necessary first-aid supplies. He applied antiseptic where needed and bandaged where necessary.

He dozed off for a while, recovering some energy. When it was eight o'clock, he went out to a phone store and bought a used mobile phone and a SIM card. With his mobile phone issue resolved, this series of messy events had finally passed without major incident.

Looking at the Black Card in his hand, and the red pot in his room with its unknown significance—

Gao Tian knew that without even using the Black Card, he had snatched the pot from his old home right from under Xu Yuan's nose.

The only price was having the Ghost Card draw one and place it upon his soul.

This trade was completely worth it.

Just thinking about Xu Yuan's furious reaction upon discovering his old home's pot had been stolen was entirely worth it.

Now, the only thing worth being curious about was whatever was inside the red pot.

[Living Person Apartment]:

The pot from my old home was stolen.

[Ghost Infant]:

How is that possible?

[Ghost Cave]:

Didn't you simultaneously raise a ghost in your room and deploy a Ghost Domain to trap the intruder? By all accounts, it should have been foolproof.

[Infinite Floors]:

Honestly, Xu Yuan, I seriously doubt whether you still have the ability to serve as the President of the Jialan Society.

A pot was placed in such a deep location, and it was still stolen by a group of living people. The group has Burning Death Ghost, this lunatic; he's already been complained about many times, yet you still insist on keeping him without kicking him out of the group chat.

Although Jialan Society was founded by you single-handedly, if it's too incompetent, the rest of us also have the right to leave or choose a new President.

[Burning Death Ghost]: Hey, hey, @Infinite Floors, I've been watching this group, okay? I haven't taken my eyes off it at all. It's not good to be badmouthing people behind their backs like this.

[Living Person Apartment]: @Ghost Cave @Ghost Infant This matter is indeed very strange. Even professional Ghost Hunters would have a hard time escaping if trapped in a Ghost Domain and attacked by a Vengeful Ghost. How did these Ordinary People, without the aid of Supernatural Items, manage to get out of the Ghost Raising House completely unharmed? I suspect there's a Master among them, playing the pig to eat the tiger. Fortunately, I went back to my Old Home an hour ago and investigated these intruders. A bunch of Thugs; they were all killed by the ghosts I raise. Only one survivor escaped. That pot must be in his possession. As long as we find him in reality and kill him, the pot will return to our hands. Ghost Infant, you're the best at navigating Cyber Space, so this matter still needs to be entrusted to you.

[Ghost Infant]: Speechless, more overtime. Fine, fine. Give me the survivor's Name. I'll kill his Entire Family as soon as possible and search everywhere to find out where he hid that pot.

[Living Person Apartment]: Thanks. The person who stole my pot is named Zhao Qiang.

[Living Person Apartment]: @Infinite Floors It's not time to kick Burning Death Ghost out yet. No need to endure any longer. If you can't stand it, you can leave Jialan Society yourself. Although your abilities are strong, the matters we have next don't require you to the point of being indispensable.

[Infinite Floors]:

Heh.

I'll stay for now and observe your abilities further, President.

While your experiences sound legendary, I haven't seen any sign of your abilities. Is this the best judgment someone who's completed ten Green Text Missions in the Living Person Apartment can muster?

When my patience with you reaches its limit, it won't be as simple as me leaving the Chat Group.

I will contact others and demand a new President.

[Living Person Apartment]:

Please, be my guest.

[Ghost Cave]:

The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that Burning Death Ghost is definitely problematic.

Why did he suddenly go mad in the group and blurt out the only solution to the Ghost Domain?

Perhaps the thieves trapped in the Ghost Domain saw the record in the Chat Group and figured out a way to escape.

[Ghost Infant]:

Are you saying Burning Death Ghost is the living person lurking in the Chat Group?

Does that mean I have to trace the Network Cable again?

Sigh, I have a lot of work to handle this month. Will there be overtime pay?

[Ghost Cave]:

No, Burning Death Ghost isn't a living person. He's a ghost.

What I mean is, there's another living person hidden in the Chat Group.

He most likely saw the President's previous statement and learned about the pot in his Old Home.

He went to steal the pot, was cornered by the Vengeful Ghost the President kept at home and the Ghost Domain, and then, through our Chat Group, he saw Burning Death Ghost's statement, discovered the Ghost Domain's weakness, and only then managed to escape.

[Ghost Infant]:

Sigh, here you go again, fantasizing.

Last time you suddenly claimed there was a living person among our dozens of ghosts. Didn't we already give everyone a Black Packet as you requested? Even if there was a living person, they should have been killed by the Curse in the Black Packet.

Besides, the President already said the only person who escaped with the pot is named Zhao Qiang. As long as I follow the lead and kill everyone named Zhao Qiang in both Shanghai City and Hengzhou City, this matter will be concluded.

There's no such thing as a living person in our group. Can you please stop being so paranoid?

[Ghost Cave]:

Sigh, I hope so.

[Living Person Apartment]:

@Ghost Infant

I'll privately message you the information about that person named Zhao Qiang later. His entire family, including distant relatives and some friends, is about a hundred people.

Find them one by one, torment them slowly, force them to reveal all the intelligence they know.

Skin them alive, pull out their bones, make them wish they were dead, let them understand that they shouldn't touch things they dare not touch.

Then, whether they reveal the whereabouts of the pot or not, even if they hand it over, continue to torment them. Otherwise, my hatred will not be appeased.

[Ghost Infant]:

Received.

Sigh, no.

How am I still feeling the office vibe even after becoming a ghost?

That's all for today's Jialan Society chat content.

Gao Tian silently lurked and watched, experiencing both joy and sorrow.

The joyful part was that these guys were too hilarious.

When Xu Yuan said he had found out who the only escapee was, Gao Tian was startled, truly thinking Xu Yuan had found him.

The worst-case scenario would probably be having to stay in the Living Person Apartment all the time, except when going out on missions.

He would face endless pursuit from dozens of ghosts in the chat group.

In the end, Xu Yuan also thought the escapee was named "Zhao Qiang." The Shattered Face Ghost's priority was too high; the stolen identity was so convincing that even Xu Yuan couldn't tell the difference.

Zhao Qiang's family had taken the fall for him. None of his parents or friends would escape. The Jialan Society would immediately launch an unprecedented revenge.

However, given the Zhao family's shady background in recent years, it could be considered eliminating harm for the people if the Vengeful Ghost rooted them out completely.

The sorrowful part was that the Ghost Cave's nose was too sharp.

While other ghosts were completely relaxed, he still harbored the suspicion that there was a living person in the group.

He didn't know if he would conduct private investigations and trace them back to him.

There was nothing he could do about it. The only thing Gao Tian could do was to become as strong as possible, so that on the day the Ghost Cave found him, he would have the strength to counter or even fight back.

After dealing with the matters in the chat group, Gao Tian sat on the large bed in the apartment and looked at the quiet red pot in the corner.

Now that he had returned to the Living Person Apartment, it was time to examine the pot he had stolen at the risk of his life and that Xu Yuan yearned for.