At Least I Can Hold Death in My Hands

The Resentful Woman swallowed the heart of the Wedding Dress Ghost in one gulp.

The aura emanating from the Wedding Dress Ghost weakened considerably.

It was held down firmly by the Resentful Woman, unable to resist.

The Daoist took it in.

The entire mansion vanished, and they reappeared in a dimly lit alley.

Zhao Hun looked around blankly. Where was the house? What had he just seen? A haunted house?

Zhao Hun shivered and quickly moved closer to the Daoist Daoist dressed in a Daoist robe, only then could he feel a little safe.

"Daoist, Daoist, would you like your wound bandaged?"

Won't this bleeding lead to death from excessive blood loss?

The Daoist touched the wound, then nonchalantly took out a healing potion and injected it directly into the body. Soon, the bleeding stopped, and the wound began to heal and scab over.

Such minor injuries are commonplace for Contract Anomalist).

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it."

Zhao Hun, however, seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the Daoist with curiosity and said, "Wow, that's amazing! Are you Contract Anomalist? Is this the strangeness of your contracts? I want to join your organization too."

Zhao Hun recalled a live stream he had watched before.

Although the content could not be circulated, the entries on major chat websites were quickly suppressed, and no one dared to discuss it on chat software.

However, those who watched the live broadcast remember its contents vividly.

They thus learned that there existed a group of people in the world with extraordinary powers.

The Daoist looked at him with surprise, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What?" Zhao Hun's face stiffened.

"You were clearly terrified just now, weren't you? As an ordinary person, you might only encounter a few strange occurrences in your life, but as Contract Anomalist, you have to fight against strange beings every day, and you never know when you might die."

"But..." Zhao Hun interrupted him, "But, as an ordinary person, if I encounter something strange, am I just supposed to wait to die?"

"Powerless, I can only fearfully face death."

"By becoming Contract Anomalist, at least I'll have the ability to fight back; at least... I'll have death in my hands."

"Rather than die helplessly in fear, I'd rather fight back! That's why I want to become Contract Anomalist!"

The Daoist chuckled softly, "Hehe, good idea, young man."

The Resentful Woman walked behind him, rested her head on his shoulder, and her cold gaze swept over Zhao Hun.

Even knowing that the other person was being controlled, Zhao Hun couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at that eerie, inhuman gaze.

This is the instinctive reaction of ordinary people when facing danger or terrifying creatures; those who are not afraid are actually in the minority.

"However, if you want to become Contract Anomalist, are you prepared to live with all sorts of terrifying and bizarre creatures day and night?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean you're scary, but it's very rare to find someone with such a beautiful appearance who can also communicate."

The Daoist patted the head of the Resentful Woman, and only after noticing that her slight resentment had disappeared did he put her away.

The Daoist gave Zhao Hun a business card, saying, "If you've made up your mind, come find me here."

The Daoist turned and left the alley.

While watching a famous film, Zhao Hun couldn't help but mutter, "Yigui Clean Energy Transport Co., Ltd.."

Zhao Hun didn't know whether he should chase after them. After hesitating for a long time, he finally left the alley where he couldn't find his way out no matter which way he went.

Upon seeing the scenery outside again, Zhao Hun, who had been living in fear for so long, shivered involuntarily as the cold wind blew through him. His body was drenched in cold sweat; he feared he would catch a cold if he were exposed to the cold wind any longer.

So he quickly hailed a taxi home to shower and change.

The Daoist was passing through this area on a mission when he sensed a strange aura. He then intervened to contain the strange creature and, incidentally, rescued Zhao Hun, who was being targeted by it.

The Daoist walked to the entrance of a hospital.

I glanced up at the hospital's name, then compared it with the task information sent to my phone to make sure I hadn't gone to the wrong place.

"Yes, this is the right place."

The Daoist entered the hospital.

Despite the strange looks from other patients, he calmly rode the elevator towards the inpatient department.

"Sir, are you going to the emergency room? The emergency room is in the building next door."

Another person noticed the Daoist's blood-stained abdomen and tattered clothes and kindly pointed out the way.

The Daoist replied in a deep voice, "These are props. I'm not injured. I've come to visit someone."

The man observed the Daoist for a while and, seeing that the Daoist's movements did not suggest he was seriously injured, left with peace of mind.

With such a 100% head-turning rate, even a person with a thick skin would probably feel uneasy and run away covering their face.

However, the Daoist showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he appeared completely at ease, as if he were wearing ordinary casual clothes rather than a conspicuous yellow-red Daoist robe, covered in strange runes, with his eyes covered but he seemed to be able to see.

This is probably the kind of shamelessness that would make any socially anxious person envious!

The hospital the Daoist arrived at was the same hospital where Shen Yu was currently staying.

Of course, the Daoist controlled by Shen Yu didn't come looking for him, but for Zhang Lin, who lived in the room next to his.

Zhang Lin had previously considered joining the Anomaly Containment Association, but the reason he was prevented from joining was his injury, which made it inconvenient for him to move around.

Knock knock!

"Please come in."

Zhang Lin lay on the hospital bed, feeling a bit strange. It wasn't the time for nurses to make their rounds, and the nurses wouldn't knock before coming in.

When the Daoist entered.

Zhang Lin was immediately stunned by the other person's exaggerated appearance.

Then he realized that the other Contract Anomalist.

Zhang Lin chuckled at his own subconscious reaction. Why did he feel like he was treating the Contract Anomalist as some kind of eccentric and highly individualistic person?

Daoist Daoist Contract Anomalist from the Execution Department. I've come to deliver medicine to you. I heard you were severely injured while being controlled by Bai Zuo?"

"The organization has an internal procedure for reimbursing and compensating for losses incurred by the Contract Anomalist during missions. This is your compensation."

The Daoist took out a vial of medicine.

The drug was packaged in a very strange syringe. It was very easy to use: simply open the cap, insert it into your arm, and the drug would be injected into your body.

It's very user-friendly for people who don't know how to use a syringe.

Zhang Lin took it and awkwardly inserted it into his arm.

The pale blue potion slowly seeped into his body, and as the potion was injected, the pain in his body gradually decreased.