"Hahaha! Trying to take advantage of me? Pah! Let's see if this scares you to death!"
Having pranked him twice in a row, Moqian was in a splendid mood.
Humming an unfamiliar, cheerful tune, she left the director's room.
Shinji, who had watched the whole thing from the shadows, hesitated for a moment before following her.
This special grade cursed spirit named Moqian seemed different from all the cursed spirits he had encountered before.
But he wasn't certain whether this was merely a facade she had put on.
To be honest, though, what she had done earlier hadn't been off-putting.
It was that damned director who was truly disgusting.
Yet even so, Moqian hadn't killed him. She had simply taught him a little lesson as a warning before leaving.
That didn't quite match the descriptions of the brutal killings that had taken place here a while ago.
"Could it really not be her? Is there another cursed spirit hiding here?"
Shinji wasn't quite sure.
The [Greedy Eyeball]'s detection range had its limits, too. Finding a killer within an entire country this way wasn't very realistic.
And what if the killer wasn't a cursed spirit?
After all, the waters in this industry ran so deep and murky that no one knew whether what lurked beneath was human or ghost, cursed spirit or dog.
It wasn't impossible that some jealous peer had committed the murders.
Shinji concealed himself well and never aroused her suspicion along the way.
Only after confirming where she was staying did he swiftly disappear into the night.
The next day.
A piece of gossip spread across more than half the Land of the Docks in no time.
The story was that the famous director Feng Ku had suffered a stroke during the night and had been rushed to