Faced with uncertain supernatural phenomena, Wang Ping did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. Although he had read through many files and records of supernatural incidents left behind by his father and knew how to fight evil ghosts, he had never personally tried it. Excessive caution was necessary.
"Hungry... hungry..."
The strange man in the suit sitting at the dining table was still repeating what he had said before. His speech was slurred and broken, as if he had already lost his mind.
Wang Ping stared at him for a moment before reaching a conclusion. "He can't communicate normally. That means he isn't a Ghost Tamer. He's most likely an evil ghost. In that case, there's no possibility of killing the wrong person."
With that thought, he looked behind the man in the suit.
Behind the man stood two chilling, terrifying figures, one on each side. They were a pair of old people with faces full of wrinkles, their bodies black and white as though they had just stepped out of funeral portraits. The sight made one's heart shudder.
They were his great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and also the fiercest generation of evil ghosts in the Wang Family.
At Wang Ping's side, a pair of young-looking dead souls wandered about. One of them was his father, Wang Chaling.
"Father, protect me." Just as he always did when facing trouble or danger, Wang Ping called for his father's protection.
Wang Chaling's dead soul drifted around him, guarding Wang Ping's safety and preventing any danger from approaching.
Only with his father's dead soul at his side did Wang Ping dare act boldly, without worrying about threats from behind.
Because he understood that every evil ghost his father Wang Chaling had controlled before his death had been for the sake of