The moment the steward saw the red mark on the paper, he jumped up in fright and said, "Lama, you saw it. A Vengeful Ghost has latched onto me."
Qu Zan watched the scene before him, his eyelids twitching. There was no doubt that supernatural powers of ghosts and gods were at work here.
The paper had been stained red with blood, yet Qu Zan could not smell even the faintest trace of blood.
"What if you throw the paper away?" Qu Zan asked.
"I have, but the next day, the paper would mysteriously appear on my bed again," the steward said, trembling with fear. His eyes were bloodshot, and terror had frightened him out of his wits.
"Besides this, have you noticed anything else wrong?" Qu Zan asked.
"I've also seen ghostly figures appear." The steward swallowed. "Figures suddenly appeared in the courtyard during the day. Those people were already dead, and they just stared straight at me, standing in the shadows... Those people, I didn't do it on purpose. It wasn't what I wanted..."
His head and face were drenched in sweat, his gaze unfocused, his body trembling uncontrollably. He had clearly suffered a terrible fright. He rushed out the door and fled...
Qu Zan turned his gaze to the letter.
A human hand grew out of the desk and pressed down on the letter. The red bloodstains on it faded away.
"There really is an uncanny power here, but my ghost hand has suppressed it! That means my ghost hand's terror level can suppress this kind of terror."
At this thought, the tension in Qu Zan's heart eased a little.
Qu Zan walked over to the desk. The hand on it picked up the letter and held it before him.
*"This is just ordinary paper, but some