As she looked at the two ghosts blasted into charcoal before her...
Sister Hong was shocked, but she also grew thoughtful.
She recalled what had happened that night.
Through all kinds of eerie hints, these ghosts had created mysteries, then pretended to lead them to safety. Once the two of them thought they had escaped disaster and breathed a sigh of relief, the ghosts revealed their identities, dragging them into the deepest despair.
Jiang Chen had turned their scheme against them.
He had gone along with their plans, following the ghosts out one by one and killing them separately.
That had spared him the danger of facing a whole group of ghosts at once.
"So this is what it means to listen to ghosts' inner worlds, blend in with them, understand their thoughts, and then use the most suitable method to deliver them..."
Sister Hong murmured to herself, having learned a great deal.
After dealing with the husband and wife...
Jiang Chen and Sister Hong returned to the house from before. In that short time, the once-happy family had almost all died.
The lively house seemed rather deserted.
They pushed open the door.
The little boy stood in the middle of the living room, his head hanging low and a terrifying expression on his face.
Sister Hong jumped in fright.
A large part of the boy's skull was caved in, as though it had suffered a violent impact. Blood dripped from his entire body, and the icy aura he emitted made the whole room feel like an ice cellar.
Red spots flecked the boy's clothes.
This was a top-level vengeful ghost!
Given a little more time, he would probably reach the half-body blood garment level.
"Where's my family?" the boy asked sinisterly.
"Oh, they had something to do, so they