Flickering Ghost Lights / Bloodstained Vengeful Spirit

Moreover, he still has people in the Ninth Bureau. If anything goes wrong, he can just find someone to rely on. There's no need to panic, because panicking won't solve anything.

However, as Senior Investigator of the Ninth Bureau, Yi Yun was confident that he would not fail in a mission of this level. On the contrary, just thinking about this plan made him feel excited. His idol once said, "No matter how many obstacles or tricks you have, I will cut them down with one sword!"

But he used a knife...

He randomly found a seat near the entrance and called out, "Teacher, the usual three dishes!"

"Okay!"

Linzhou City

Central Garden Community

Ling Mengxue, who had been knocked unconscious, had just woken up and slowly got up. She covered her head with her small hands, feeling dizzy and nauseous. She felt extremely frustrated and a hint of resentment had begun to creep into her heart.

Leaning against the headboard, her head hung low, lost in thought. After a moment, she sighed silently, struggled to her feet, walked to the window, and with a "whoosh!" pulled back the curtains.

"It's so late..."

She murmured to herself, a serene smile playing on her lips; the last vestige of resentment had vanished.

A gentle evening breeze caressed a strand of silky, silver hair, adding a touch of mystery to the surroundings. With a light wave of her hand and a faint smile, she seemed to dim the world for a moment.

It's a pity she can't see it herself, otherwise she might indulge in some self-admiration.

Ling Mengxue kept telling herself not to get angry. It wasn't a big deal, so why should she be angry with Xi Yan?

"I won't be angry no matter what she does to me!!" Ling Mengxue couldn't help but shout at the window.

"Real?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the bedroom door slowly opened, revealing Luo Xiyan quietly against the doorframe. She wore a pink and white dress with white stockings, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone. A warm smile graced her pure and lovely face.

Ling Mengxue suddenly turned around, leaning against the windowsill, looking at the newcomer with suspicion and cold sweat breaking out on her brow.

Holy crap!!

She felt she had never been so humiliated in her entire life!

What did I just say come true? Don't I have any dignity?

"Xi, Xi Yan, you're back... What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you..."

Ling Mengxue dared not look into her eyes, turning her face to the side, suppressing her shame and murmuring softly.

In reality, she was cursing under her breath at that moment. Words really shouldn't be spoken carelessly; you never know when you might suddenly get yourself into trouble.

As she was thinking this, Luo Xiyan was somewhat bewildered when she saw her figure in the rosy light.

At this moment, a faint, unnatural blush appeared on Ling Mengxue's cheeks, creating a delicate and adorable look, like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, or like pure and clear snow...

Her fingers were slender, her skin as smooth as cream, snow-white with a hint of pink, seemingly so beautiful it could be squeezed for moisture.

In a daze, Luo Xiyan recalled some of the things Mo Chuyun had said that afternoon, and thinking of certain scenes in the book, her pretty face blushed slightly.

Seeing that she seemed to be in a daze, Ling Mengxue suddenly asked in confusion, "Xi Yan?"

"Hmm? No, it's nothing. Didn't Xiaoxue say she wanted to continue completing the mission? Let's go together tonight; it shouldn't take much time."

Luo Xiyan smiled gently, took Ling Mengxue's hand, and prepared to go downstairs.

There's plenty of time, no rush, we can take it slow.

In the blink of an eye, dusk had passed, and darkness gradually enveloped the sky.

At the same time

Nanshan Street

Under the dim streetlights, a small figure was walking towards the inner street, while the taxi that had brought him back had sped away, preparing to work overtime to find its next customer.

Reaching the crossroads, Zhao Ping turned and entered the alley, finally arriving at the entrance of the residential area.

Because he listened to Zhao Lei's slander, Zhao Ping followed him around Fanghua City for an entire afternoon, just to get familiar with the city temporarily. He spent several hundred yuan on transportation fees, and he was almost numb with exhaustion.

"Next time I see him, I'm definitely going to beat him up! I'll make him pay back all the fare he owes me!!"

Zhao Ping clenched his fists, then relaxed them. Dragging his weary body, he walked step by step toward his home. Looking at the brightly lit house, he silently swallowed.

He's probably going to get scolded again, but whatever, he's used to it. ~(′~`;)

Just as he was planning to take a hot shower as soon as he got home, his body suddenly trembled violently, as if he had been stared at by some terrifying monster, and his body became somewhat stiff.

Zhao Ping silently swallowed, slightly raised his face, and shifted his gaze to the skylight on the second floor of the building next door.

In an instant, his eyes widened, and he froze on the spot.

My scalp is tingling!

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Zhao Ping stood there, stunned, staring at the abandoned residential building next door.

The night wind was chilly, the waning moon was dim, and dark, inky clouds drifted across the sky, all resembling a group of terrifying, menacing ghosts.

In the previously deserted, dark, and secluded room, a pair of eerie, cold green eyes were staring intently at him.

Although there was a dusty and very old glass window in between, Zhao Ping could still feel that extremely cold gaze.

Holy crap!!

He cursed inwardly, "Why did they have to show up right when I was getting home?"

Do you enjoy opposing me so much?

Holy shit!

Zhao Ping quickly looked away. Despite his panic, he was a man who had seen a lot, and he quickly calmed down. With slightly trembling legs, he rushed straight into his house.

And those deep, eerie green eyes gradually disappeared after everything fell silent, as if nothing had ever existed in that deserted house, mysterious and eerie, yet utterly ordinary and simple.

The moment Zhao Ping slammed the door shut, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron and holding an oil-soaked spatula stood behind her, hands on her hips, her face full of resentment and displeasure.

Seemingly sensing a chilling aura behind him, Zhao Ping's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the word "It's over" popped into his head.

Sure enough, turning around, she saw that middle-aged woman, exuding a homely air, was none other than her elderly mother, 'A-Xiu!' The neighborhood's infamous housewife... ugh, not a name!

"Mom... let me explain... there's a ghost!"

"Really, I just saw it!... Mom... wait, is what I said true...!?"

"Aaaaaaah!!"

"Xi Yan, I think I heard Zhao Ping's voice, did you hear it?"

"Yes, it seems a bit tragic..."

Luo Xiyan nodded with deep sympathy, but she didn't take it to heart. She took Mengxue's hand and walked step by step to the door of the empty building.

She had already surveyed the house beforehand and found no danger inside.

Seeing that it was almost time, Luo Xiyan casually took out a silver dagger that emitted a faint cold light, and then slashed it at the rusty iron lock. With a "click", the door opened.

Ling Mengxue stood to the side, completely dumbfounded. This way of opening the door was a bit hardcore. So, does doing this count as damaging someone else's property?

Fortunately, although most of the lights in the neighborhood were on, there were not many people around. Otherwise, if he had been discovered, he might have been mistaken for a thief and robbed, and then taken to the police station for questioning.

Luo Xiyan held the knife in her hand, her expression calm, and walked in first. The latter reacted and followed in time.

The room was very dark. If it weren't for the moonlight streaming in through the window, it would have been pitch black, let alone be able to catch any ghosts. How could you catch anything if you couldn't even see a ghost?

The faint moonlight, combined with Spatial Perception, allows one to observe the surrounding environment.

There was a faint musty smell in the living room, indicating that no one had lived there for some time. The room hadn't been cleaned, but the few scattered items were arranged relatively neatly.

Sofa, TV, vase, water dispenser, chandelier...

In this deep and tranquil environment, Ling Mengxue used her Spatial Perception to carefully discern the things around her, and there were no demons or monsters.

Everything here seemed quite ordinary, as if the owner of the house had simply gone on a long trip and hadn't returned for quite some time.

But those who know the inside story don't think so.

"Xi Yan, shall I go up and take a look?"

"No need, this is fine."

Luo Xiyan remained calm and composed throughout.

After saying that, she took out a red chalk, bent down gently, and started drawing on the living room floor by herself.

[Soul-Binding Formation] is a basic magic array specifically designed to bind souls. It can have unexpected effects on spiritual entities such as remnant souls or evil spirits. It is one of the essential basic skills for almost every magician, and the strength of the array depends on the strength of the person who sets it up.

Luo Xiyan currently possesses the cultivation level of the Middle Tier of the Hall, so imprisoning the soul of an ordinary person poses no challenge for her.

Magical Girls can use arrays to search for souls, and the Astral Mark Girl naturally have their own unique soul-searching techniques. Before reaching the Origin Transformation stage, they are just a group of relatively powerful physical swordsmen.

Ling Mengxue watched Luo Xiyan draw very attentively. Judging from her skillful technique, she must have done this many times before!

She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even notice the door behind her suddenly opening slowly.

Behind the door, the dark figure cautiously groped around, moving in small, tentative steps, as if afraid of accidentally bumping into something and drawing out something else.

However, when that tiny dark shadow came into contact with someone's Spatial Perception range, Ling Mengxue instantly woke up.

Clang--!!

In an instant, a purple longsword crossed the spatial array, unsheathed itself, and then drew a dazzling, visible flash of cold light in mid-air before landing steadily in Ling Mengxue's hand.

When the dark figure heard the sound, it trembled with fear and almost screamed, but thankfully managed to cover its mouth in time.

Seeing the gleaming sword pressed against his neck, he couldn't help but shiver.

They were very close, but the room was so dark that Zhao Ping couldn't see the other person's face at all. Could it really be a ghost?! In this day and age, even ghosts can wield swords?!

Holy crap!

'Something's not right...' Zhao Ping cursed inwardly, but he quickly sensed something was amiss. Why did this dreamy, sweet scent seem so familiar?

"Ling, Ling classmate?"

"Zhao Ping?"

Ling Mengxue was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised her hand, and a red flame instantly appeared in her hand. When she saw who it was, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and sheathed her longsword.

But he was speechless. Why did this guy have to come at this crucial moment? What if he disturbed Xi Yan?

Ling Mengxue puffed out her cheeks, rolled her eyes at Zhao Ping in annoyance, and didn't bother to complain.

He's just an ordinary person, why did he run out again? And why is his face bruised and swollen? Did he get into a fight again?

"Ling... uh, Ling, how is it?"

Seeing that she had put away her weapon, Zhao Ping breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "I'm saved." He then quickly asked her what was wrong.

"That's the situation." Ling Mengxue shook her head slightly, crossed her arms, and pointed to Xi Yan, who was drawing a magic circle in front of her, without offering any further explanation.

Seeing this, Zhao Ping nodded as if he understood, though he didn't know what it was doing. But it seemed pretty impressive.

"By the way... what happened to your face?"

Out of concern, Ling Mengxue couldn't help but voice her doubts.

Chapter 115 Crimson Vengeful Spirit

Feeling a surge of joy at being cared for by the goddess, Zhao Ping quickly calmed down and grinned.

"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell on my way here."

"How could a fall cause such a terrible state?" Ling Mengxue was speechless.