Su Cheng remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the palpable killing intent in the air. She pointed to her name tag, "I'm the lost and found manager. I'm here to drop something off."
Her calm demeanor and words caused Zhao Fengshan and Tang Yue to pause in their rage, wondering if Su Cheng was mentally ill.
Not only are they not afraid of ghosts, but they actually came to a haunted house to deliver lost items to a ghost?
Su Cheng didn't care what they thought, and took out the box to show them, "See if any of your lost items are inside?"
The moment the lost and found box was opened, it immediately caught Tang Yue's attention.
It took a deep breath, its gaze turning greedy as it fell on the blood-stained axe. "Give it to me! My lost things are inside."
"Hmm..."
Zhao Fengshan also saw the items in the box, but before he could even utter a sound, Tang Yue glared at him, and he cowered back.
Su Cheng took a step back. "Since it's your stuff, then take it back."
Tang Yue didn't have time to think about what Su Cheng was up to; the resentment on the lost item was too tempting for a ghost, so it floated forward and grabbed the axe from the box.
Of all the items, the axe possesses the heaviest resentment; any ghost that absorbs it might see its strength increase significantly.
Unexpectedly, Tang Yue was unable to lift the axe at all; if she forced herself to, the axe would backfire and damage her soul.
Seeing this, Su Cheng understood, and said, half-reminding and half-warning, "You can only take personal belongings; don't even think about taking things that don't belong to you."
Tang Yue's face contorted for a few seconds before she turned and took the inconspicuous stapler.
The stapler was its lost possession, lingering only with a faint resentment, far less than the axe.
"If there's anything of yours here, you can take it too," Su Cheng said to Zhao Fengshan, who was peeking around.
Tang Yue snorted coldly, making the decision for her pet as if it were her own, "It doesn't need to."
A flash of resentment crossed Zhao Fengshan's eyes. He lowered his head, unable to speak out, concealing his terrifying appearance, making him look particularly pitiful.
Su Cheng: "Since it has something, it should take it away."
After absorbing the resentment left by the stapler and feeling her increased power, Tang Yue grinned, "Since you pity the old man so much, why don't you stay and keep him company? I can keep the things in the box safe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room filled with a chilling aura.
Dust particles hovered in the air, space distorted, and the room transformed into its appearance five years ago.
Zhao Fengshan regained his face and figure from when he was alive. He was still thin but not skin and bones. He lay on the sofa, bossing Tang Yue around to serve him.
Tang Yue patiently fed him the tea she had brewed, and he was completely unsuspecting.
After Zhao Fengshan fell into a deep sleep, Tang Yue instantly stopped suppressing the disgust and malice in her eyes, took out a stapler from the drawer, and said, "You old geezer, you're such a troublemaker..."
A force pushed Su Cheng into Zhao Fengshan's body, watching Tang Yue approach step by step.
"Hehehe, shut your mouth up, let's see if you still dare to argue..."
The cold touch of the stapler spread across her lips, and Su Cheng frowned as she recited the incantation.
The next second, it broke free from its physical restraints and returned to its original standing position.
This illusion was recreated from Tang Yue's memories.
Creating illusions to instill fear is a basic tactic of all ghosts and monsters. Their purpose is to confuse people's minds, break down their psychological defenses, and thus easily invade their bodies.
But Su Cheng was not as Tang Yue had hoped; it could not control her, let alone instill fear in her.
Su Cheng's departure did not stop Tang Yue.
"Click, click," the stapler forcefully fastened Zhao Fengshan's lips again and again, blood staining his chin.
Tang Yue looked at the blood with excitement, rubbed her fingers together, then took the golf club hanging in the center of the white wall and swung it at Zhao Fengshan's calf.
With a "thud," the clubhead struck the bone, like hitting a ball.
Zhao Fengshan was jolted awake by the pain. He opened his eyes and saw Tang Yue smiling broadly as she held up her golf club. He was about to unleash a torrent of curses when a searing pain shot through his lips. "Ouch!"
"Hahaha, you old codger, can't talk anymore, huh? Let's see how you dare to talk back now." Tang Yue mocked, beating Zhao Fengshan, who was cursing and groaning, until he was on the verge of death.
It originally wanted Su Cheng to experience these pains, but the other party was far more difficult to deal with than expected.
Once memories begin, the soul is trapped within them and finds it hard to escape. Tang Yue felt as if she had returned to her previous life, watching Zhao Fengshan's tearful appearance, feeling both excited and satisfied.
It enjoys tormenting people, watching them go from yelling to begging for mercy.
This is its favorite memory, one it often revisits, in which it is the most powerful ruler!
"Since you're here, why don't you stay?" He gathered his strength in the cue stick, changed direction, and swung it towards Su Cheng!
Su Cheng caught the feather duster steadily, easily dispersing the yin energy it contained. "Is that all you've got?"
"What an arrogant tone!" Tang Yue revealed a lifeless, ghostly face. In an instant, the house looked old and dilapidated, with long, black cracks appearing on the walls, from which countless spiders and cockroaches crawled out.
The yin energy ruffled Su Cheng's hair, her eyes sharpened, and blue ghostly flames suddenly appeared, sizzling and burning away all the carriers of yin energy!
The firelight illuminated the dimly lit room.
Su Cheng unleashed a suppressive aura unique to Celestial Masters.
"Who... who exactly are you?!" Tang Yue's soul trembled, its arrogance vanished, and it belatedly realized that it had overestimated itself and underestimated its opponent.
"Me? I'm just the lost and found manager at Red Moon Residential Complex."
"Impossible!"
How could someone with such an aura be an ordinary community worker?
Tang Yue's soul trembled, desperately trying to recall if she had ever seen Su Cheng in her previous life, "I have no grudge against you..."
"I know! You're here to help Zhao Fengshan get revenge on me?!"
"What kind of good person do you think he is! I found out, he once beat his wife to death with a golf club! He deserves to be childless his whole life and be bullied by me in his old age."
Zhao Fengshan, who had been watching the battle from behind the rocking chair, suddenly looked up. Touched, he charged at Tang Yue with a fierce look in his eyes.
However, it was weak and had always been bullied by Tang Yue, whether it was a human or a ghost. Its resistance at this moment only resulted in it having half of its soul swallowed in one gulp.
"Idiot!"
After cursing, Tang Yue continued to devour Zhao Fengshan's soul. She had originally wanted to keep the old man alive, but Su Cheng had arrived, and devouring her own kind might give her a glimmer of hope.
Su Cheng didn't give Tang Yue that chance, and blue sparks shot towards Tang Yue.
"I know I was wrong! Are you someone Zhao Fengshan knows? I won't bully him anymore..."
Tang Yue initially put up a resistance, but it soon realized that it was completely unable to resist the soul-devouring power of the blue flames, and could only suppress all its resentment and beg for mercy.
Zhao Fengshan saw this scene from the corner, staring intently, not wanting to miss a single moment, and muttered "burn her to death" in his throat.
Although it had no recollection of Su Cheng, it agreed with Tang Yue's statement that Su Cheng was a junior who came to help it take revenge.
Su Cheng didn't say much, but kept chanting the Fire-Kindling Art, sealing off and burning Tang Yue, who was trying to escape and curse!
After the dust settled, the house returned to quiet.
Zhao Fengshan burst out, looking at the layer of ashes on the ground, a look of excited satisfaction at getting revenge on him appeared in his eyes, and he repeatedly stepped on the faint footprints.
Su Cheng opened the lost and found box again. "Now you can take your things back. Don't take anything else."
Zhao Fengshan had already foreseen the potential consequences of Tang Yue taking the lost items, and with his soul weakened to only one layer, he naturally dared not act recklessly. He obediently took out the slender golf club and the wig.
It stroked the wig with a melancholy expression, " Yufen, you used to love this wig the most... If you were still alive, perhaps I could have lived a few more good years."
As the familiar scents from the two lost items entered his body, the staple on Zhao Fengshan's lips fell off. He slowly exhaled and looked at Su Cheng with kind eyes, "Thanks to you. Which junior are you? From my Old Zhao family, or from Yufen's side...?"
Before its hoarse voice could finish speaking, its fragile soul was also burned to ashes by the blue flames.
Su Cheng closed the lost and found box with satisfaction and put it back into her Smart Bag.
She managed to return three lost items, which made all the time she and those two treacherous bastards was worthwhile.
If the two ghosts had cooperated from the beginning, she might have been able to resolve the matter much faster.
However, the probability of this happening is extremely low.
A ghost capable of committing murder will not quell its bloodlust even after death. How could it not be tempted to possess a box of "treasures"?
Only military force can subdue them.
There was more dust on the ground, but the air was much warmer, and a ray of sunlight shone in, bringing a long-awaited brightness to the room.
Su Cheng turned and left, locking the door to 205. She didn't encounter the little girl with the schoolbag again as she went down the stairs.
She quickly ran to a key duplication shop outside the residential area. Once she had the new key, she returned to the security booth just in time and tossed the key ring under the table.
When he went to work in the afternoon, Old Wang realized that his keychain had fallen to the ground sometime during the day. Without thinking, he picked it up and put it back in his pocket.
Su Cheng received a phone call from her mother while sitting in the management office.
I sent you a package via Little White Express. It should arrive in a few hours. Remember to pick it up!
Dad's voice came closer, "Your mom spent almost the whole morning preparing this package for you, go pick it up early."
Hearing the two unfamiliar voices, and recalling her closeness with them a couple of days ago, Su Cheng felt a strange unease.
But she maintained her usual attitude, saying, "Okay, thank you, Mom and Dad. I'll go get it in a bit."
"Yes, yes, good daughter."
After hanging up the phone, Su Cheng received a pickup code on her phone. The courier station was near Red Moon Residential Complex, called Little White Parcel Station, not far away, and she could pick it up after work.
What will her fake parents send her?
Su Cheng was somewhat curious, as her knowledge of their existence was limited to memories fabricated by the system.