Situ An had poured enormous effort into building the Grudge Houses without making any progress. Yet barely had he been killed—before even the seventh day after his death—when one of the Grudge Houses he had built actually nurtured a Greater Ghost.
"The investigators coming from the other branches to support us would never imagine that the ghost is right here in this building, inside the East District Investigation Bureau." Fu Ling looked grave. "We absolutely cannot let them find out, or our situation will become even more difficult. The higher-ups already suspect us of being bought off by the Shadow World."
"Are the higher-ups going to abandon us?" Fu Shan followed close behind Fu Ling. What he was really thinking was that his old man would never imagine the ghost was right beside him, following at his heels.
"Situ An knew too many secrets. Being abandoned would be the best-case scenario. What worries me is that the higher-ups might kill us to keep us quiet." Fu Ling shook his head. "You're still young. You don't understand how ruthless these struggles can be. Sometimes people are far more vicious than ghosts."
Moving between the unfinished Grudge Houses, Fu Shan, whose body Xia Yang had taken over, carefully studied his surroundings.
Situ An understood Grudge Houses extremely well. All these rooms had been built to a one-to-one scale, and in some cases, the contents of haunted houses had been moved here exactly as they were.
They were all excellent canvases, each saturated with horrifying memories. Merely approaching them was enough to hear the screams inside the walls and smell the faint scent of blood.
Fu Shan took a deep breath. He lowered his head, afraid his father would see the excitement in his eyes. His fingers contorted into angles a living person