Yang Chuan was visibly taken aback as well before he finally shook Jiang Chen's hand.
"I'd rather not disclose my address. Thank you for your contribution to the Nine Provinces and the Netherworld during this incident. But regulations require us to ask a few routine questions. How did you determine that it was a blood-clad ghost, and how did you escape from it?"
"It was very powerful. It crawled out of a vengeful ghost's stomach, and when it attacked, it moved too fast for me to see clearly. It seemed capable of killing me with a single blow. I concluded that it was a blood-clad vengeful ghost."
"As for how I scared it off, that involves my trump card," Jiang Chen said.
Unusual Persons had the right to withhold information about their trump cards from the Netherworld.
After hearing this, Yang Chuan showed no intention of questioning him further. He simply studied the young man before him in silence, his gaze deep, as though he wanted to see right through him.
Jiang Chen kept a smile on his face, remaining perfectly polite.
"Strange..."
The longer Yang Chuan studied him, the stranger he felt.
Apart from his excessively vigorous blood and vitality, everything about the man was normal. Yet Yang Chuan kept feeling that the ghost inside him seemed to grow somewhat restless whenever he faced this young man.
"Forgive me," he murmured.
A faint, eerie red light flickered in his eyes, and his gaze became ten times sharper than before.
At that moment, however, the smile on Jiang Chen's face gradually faded, and he looked up at him.
Their eyes met.
Yang Chuan suddenly froze, and the red light in his eyes vanished completely.
A terrifying roar had just sounded in his mind. In a daze, he seemed to see