C143 —- [6.9 — Strange Tales of Fengjia Town]

After barely regaining her composure, Ai Lan raised her eyes again.

 

 

The shadow of the priest on the stage was clean and free of any strange traces.

 

Only then did she breathe a sigh of complete relief.

 

When she looked at the live broadcast on her mobile phone, again, no one had noticed anything unusual.

 

She became sure that it was just an illusion caused by excessive tension.

 

Ai Lan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and continued to hold her mobile phone to broadcast live.

 

Although it was a matter of life and death now, the live broadcast still had to continue.

 

 

After all, this live broadcast was a window for her to contact the outside world, which could more or less give her a little bit of comfort and make her feel that she wasn’t alone in this strange and remote town.

 

“Today, don’t go out for the time being; pray in the church with peace of mind.”

 

On the stage, the priest’s calm and peaceful voice was incredibly reassuring.

 

The believers under the stage obediently listened quietly to the priest’s teaching, ready to stay in the church today.

 

 

Jiu Shu looked at the people on the stage, glanced at the foggy sky outside the church window, and finished his short speech.

 

Today’s mass had long been finished, and it should have been time for the believers to go out and spread the word.

 

But it was obvious that today’s town wasn’t very suitable for going out.

 

Ai Lan thought so too.

 

 

She now only wanted to stay in this church until the end of her days, never wanting to experience that cold feeling of being haunted by the ghost.

 

The live broadcast on the mobile phone continued.

 

The number of viewers was also soaring, some because of the ghosts, some because of the priest.

 

The comments in the live stream were constantly refreshing, and Ai Lan could barely look at them.

 

[What was this priest’s name again? He’s so good-looking; how could the church send him to this poor countryside? If he were to be released to the big city, the believers would still come in droves.]

 

[We haven’t seen any ghosts; it’s as if the ghosts only exist in the mouths of the anchor. It’s boring; only this priest is interesting.]

 

[Is the priest a bit tired? It feels like he keeps pressing his neck…}

 

 

The priest should be tired.

 

 

Ai Lan looked at the comments and couldn’t help but look towards the priest as well.

 

The priest, named Jiu Shu, was sitting on the seat of the believers, surrounded by the believers in the middle.

 

Although the believers were in awe of the priest, they all kept a certain distance from him and prayed earnestly.

 

However, it was easy to see how close they were to the priest.

 

In the face of the eager gazes of the crowd, the priest was still quietly looking down at the Bible in his hand with a calm expression.

 

But Ai Lan saw the priest frowning slightly from time to time, reaching out to rub his shoulders and neck.

 

It was as if he was being weighed down by something.

 

 

Ai Lan quickly remembered the illusion she had just seen.

 

 

Those countless pairs of arms wrapped tightly around the shadow, most of which seemed to be wrapped around the shadow’s shoulders and neck, looking incredibly attached and fascinated.

 

If that were true, that many heavy arms pressed against one’s shoulders would indeed make one’s shoulders and neck feel uncomfortable.

 

 

“……”

 

It made so much sense in Ai Lan’s mind that she didn’t dare to think further, and with her head bowed, she continued to pray with a trembling voice.

 

It should be that she was overthinking it; the priest was just tired.

 

She hadn’t prayed for more than a few sentences when she suddenly heard the bearded man not far away praying along with her, muttering something under his breath.

 

Ai Lan listened carefully and heard the bearded man say, “No offense, no offense; injustice has a head, and a debt has a lord. Go find your enemy instead of me, blessed by the Land Maiden.”

 

As a native of this town, she couldn’t be sure of how much the bearded man knew about the ghost.

 

 

If she knew more, there might be a way to unlock the resentment of the ghost.

 

 

As a knowledgeable ghost Detective Anchor, Ai Lan, of course, knew of many legendary methods of unlocking the grudges of ghosts.

 

One of them was to let the ghost complete its revenge and avenge its death.

 

After taking revenge, the grievances of the ghosts that had ki-lled their enemies would dissipate, so naturally they wouldn’t ki-ll again.

 

 

Although she didn’t know the truth or falsehood of this method, every option at present was worth trying.

 

Just like the ghost in that classroom, for example, now that its background in life was known, as long as she could explore more information about its identity, she would be able to find a way to dissolve the grievances of the ghost.

 

The more Ai Lan thought about it, the more she felt that this method was feasible, and she whispered to the viewers in the live broadcast room, “What do you think of this method? There’s no other way; I’ll go find someone to ask.”

 

Ai Lan had already been overwhelmed by the hope of life, and without waiting for the audience’s response, she put her mobile phone into her pocket, only pointed the camera outside, and walked quickly towards the bearded man.

 

She felt that the bearded man must know.

 

The fleet-footed Ai Lan also missed the comments scrolling through the live stream at this point, a few of which seemed to be coming from other veteran ghost explorers.

 

[Although there is such a theory, I remember that there is also a possibility that the ghost’s grievances are so excessive that it will become more blo-odthirsty and completely lose its mind after completing its vengeance.]

 

 

[Moreover, the ghost usually harbors malice towards living beings, and when it finds someone probing into its past, its grievances will intensify.]

 

[To be honest, if it really was a severe ghost, the people in this church should have been possessed by the grievances and turned blue, so it’s true that it’s the anchor who’s faking it!]

 

The comments in the live broadcast room were mixed, and soon it was hard to see.

 

Without looking at the live feed, Ai Lan walked over to the bearded man and opened her mouth to ask him if he knew any information about the several human lives that were sacrificed in that classroom.

 

The bearded man was still looking crazy, and after hearing Ai Lan’s question, he was even more irritated, shouting, “It’s none of my business; don’t ask me; it’s none of my business!”

 

The bearded man clutched his head, his eyes staring blankly, seemingly recalling everything he saw last night.

 

Those ghastly vertical pupils and the blurred ghostly figure.

 

Although, as a stubborn believer in wild gods, the bearded man’s mental state had always been abnormal; he also knew how to be afraid.

 

 

He also remembered that at that time, he had clearly just gone to make a ritual sacrifice to the gods as per usual, but who knew that he would bump into someone in the classroom, he didn’t know what they were doing.

 

 

He had no choice but to change the place of worship and went downstairs instead.

 

But who knew that he would actually encounter such a terrifying thing?

 

Recalling the ghostly shadow he saw through his fingers, the bearded man shivered and was so scared that he couldn’t utter a single word.

 

The ghostly figure’s posture was extremely bizarre, with many pairs of arms, a long tail, and eerie vertical pupils full of grievances.

 

Just looking at it could scare a person’s brain into a blank.

 

Not to mention the close contact.

 

The bearded man even felt that the fierce eyes were constantly staring at him, and only in the church could he get a moment of breathing.

 

But everyone knew that this moment could not be sustained for long.

 

Even with the priest’s reassurance, the bearded man’s sanity was on the verge of collapse under the fear of imminent death.

 

The bearded man’s overly loud voice caused the surrounding people to look at him with dissatisfaction.

 

It even alerted the priest.

 

 

The priest raised his eyes and looked towards the area, his penetrating eyes looking particularly beautiful in the light.

 

Seeing this, Ai Lan blanched and looked a little embarrassed.

 

She didn’t want to disturb the priest’s, but she was still forced to cause chaos in the church.

 

It was even possible to be expelled from the church because of this.

 

The outside of the church was a place where one could be ki-lled by the ghost at any time.

 

Ai Lan was a little apprehensive.

 

Luckily, the priest didn’t blame her.

 

 

He just looked at the bearded man who was still holding his head dumbly while trembling and signaled him to be quiet.

 

Then he beckoned towards Ai Lan, signaling for her to come over and talk.

 

Ai Lan walked stiffly in the direction of the priest against the disgusted and jealous gazes of the crowd.

 

Soon enough, she reached Jiu Shu, and Ai Lan sat down on the chair next to him at Jiu Shu’s gesture.

 

“I’m sorry, priest; I didn’t mean to; I just…”

 

“You want to investigate the ghost’s past?”

 

The priest seemed a little surprised and raised an eyebrow slightly.

 

 

Ai Lan looked at the priest sitting in front of her and nodded carefully.

 

She knew that the priest didn’t believe the story about her meeting a ghost and would only scoff at the idea of her trying to dissolve the ghost’s resentment.

 

“Perhaps you need to consult old newspapers from the town’s previous years; after all, a lot of information about this town doesn’t appear on the internet.”

 

But to Ai Lan’s surprise, the priest didn’t laugh at Ai Lan’s whimsical ideas but instead gave his advice after a moment of serious contemplation.

 

Although this town wasn’t big, it did start its own newspaper.

 

It specialized in publishing the sights and sounds of the town for the local residents to read.

 

Although the newspaper had long since closed down, there were still remnants of old newspapers from the past.

 

If one wanted to investigate the town’s past, going through the town’s newspaper was the most reliable way.

 

“I remember that the church happens to have a library donated by the believers a few years ago, so if you want to go there, I can take you there.”

 

Jiu Shu pointed to the library on the other side of the hall.

 

This church was quite extensive, and the original owner had built many seldom-used rooms just for the sake of filling, so a room served as a library.

 

“I very much want to go!”

 

Ai Lan was almost jumping up and down with joy.

 

She had been worried about not being able to get out of the church and not knowing how to investigate the ghost, but now, with the priest’s help, everything was solved.

 

“Come with me then.”

 

Jiu Shu smiled lightly.

 

Looking at the priest up close, his face was really flawless.

 

The angle was quite good; she could actually see the priest’s collarbone.

 

The mobile phone that Ai Lan kept in her jacket pocket was refreshing the comments again, so enthusiastically popular that the body of the phone was vibrating.

 

But Ai Lan couldn’t care about the live broadcast anymore.

 

All she wanted now was to quickly figure out the identity of the ghost and solve her life-and-death problem.

 

 

Walking beside the priest, Ai Lan saw that the priest was picking keys from the keychain as he walked.

 

There were so many rooms in the church that it was still a bit difficult to find it.

 

The priest’s fingers were long and bony.

 

It gave one the urge to hold and play with them.

 

He tapped on the keychain, and his fingertips quickly stopped.

 

 

“Okay, this is it.”

 

The priest took out that key and unlocked the door to the library room in front of him.

 

 

Ai Lan snapped back to her senses at the sound and busied herself with withdrawing her gaze from staring straight into the priest’s palm.

 

Hiss-

 

In the unnoticed space, there was a suppressed sound of hisses coming out, which seemed to contain an eerie hostility.

 

It didn’t like the woman’s gaze.

 

 

It also didn’t like this woman being so close to the priest.

 

It hated this female human.

 

But even though it hated her so much, it didn’t make any movements.

 

It seemed to have nothing to do with it.

 

In fact, it had nothing to do with it.

 

The priest was nothing more than a tool to drive Gu Yin mad.
Thinking so, it continued to coldly hiss and stared at Ai Lan.

 

Being stared dead on by a pair of unseen vertical pupils, although Ai Lan didn’t notice it, she still shrunk and was frozen with a shiver.

 

She immediately realized that it was the aura of the ghost that was still lingering in the shadows, and the sense of urgency in her heart became even heavier.

 

Beyond the space, the priest had already led Ai Lan into the library.

 

 

It was said to be a library but it was actually more like a dusty utility room.

 

The shelves were cluttered with books, and there were stacks of magazines and newspapers on the floor.

 

 

“Need some help?” Jiu Shu pointed to the stacks of newspapers on the floor and asked in a friendly manner.

 

With so many newspapers, it wasn’t easy to find the years corresponding to the mur-ders from them.

 

He was happy to help.

 

After all, being idle was boring.

 

“No need, I’ll do it!”

 

How could Ai Lan be so presumptuous as to ask the priest to help find it?

 

It was already embarrassing to trouble the priest to bring her here.

 

Ai Lan was almost a little flattered.

 

After all, it was the priest who was worshipped by all the believers; him taking such good care of her was unbelievable.

 

 

It even made one wonder if the priest was interested in her.

 

“It’s been hard on the priest…”

 

 

“It’s fine.”

 

 

The priest responded with a smile.

 

Fascinated to see the smile on the priest’s face, Ai Lan couldn’t help but show a hint of shyness as she daydreamed.

 

Even the original fear was forgotten in the back of her mind.

 

Being alone in a room with the priest would make anyone a little uneasy.

 

There was no reason for her to have such speculations.

 

Still, her concern for life calmed her down, and she began to look for clues in the newspapers on the floor.

 

The town of Fengjia had a long history, and the newspapers had piled up many issues.

 

Ai Lan specifically looked back over the previous decade or so, searching for the identities of the corpses that had been sacrificed in the classroom.

 

But instead of finding the key clues, she saw a very unpleasant side of this Fengjia town.

 

As the only newspaper in the town, the stance of these newspapers was naturally biased in favor of the townspeople.

 

In the era of ignorance a decade or so ago, news of women intent on fleeing their families and then being ki-lled in a pig cage immersion would appear in the newspapers from time to time.

 

The tone of the newspapers was still laudatory, seemingly approving of this inhumane method of k-illing.

 

Ai Lan looked at a newspaper from eighteen years ago, her eyes sweeping over the numb eyes of the women on the paper and landing in the text description next to it.

 

The news on it was much the same, except it wasn’t hard to see that this had once been a human traff-icking town.

 

It was even proudly written that someone was looking for missing women, telling the townspeople to be careful, to mind their own wives, and not let them be found.

 

Ai Lan frowned, disgusted with Fengjia Town.

 

 

She felt sick.

 

 

As the newspapers got further and further back in time, the content of the papers was pushing the lower boundaries.

 

 

Only once in a while did an enjoyable news story appear.

 

 

News like the woman who ki-lled her entire family in return or something like that.

 

…… The woman had knifed her own flesh and bloo-d to death and was so unrepentant that before she died she was still screaming comments about k-illing her husband and children all together.

 

Of course, the woman’s fate was certainly not good.

 

And k-illing her own child was a bit too much.

 

With that in mind, Ai Lan curiously scrolled down and saw a picture of the woman’s death.

 

These old newspapers liked to put some poorly defined black-and-white photos on them to make them look informative.

 

But on one of the black-and-white photos, the woman’s tattered corpse was already on the verge of being unrecognizable, and countless poisonous insects were wrapped around her body in a dense mass.

 

There was no attachment to the living in those dead eyes; there was only hatred, and it seemed that she had no regrets about the matter of k-illing her own child.

 

Ai Lan recoiled at the sight and shivered in fear on the spot.

 

Although she had once heard her best friend Feng Qi say that many people in this town would refine gu, she had never really thought that gu would be so lethal and actually eat people.

 

“Too disgusting, vomit-”

 

Ai Lan didn’t hold back and directly dry-heaved.

 

The priest was standing not far from her, and when he saw this, he also looked at the newspaper in Ai Lan’s hand.

 

“Sorry, Father, I didn’t mean it.”

 

Making a fool of herself in front of the priest, Ai Lan covered her mouth in embarrassment, and her face turned red. The only thing she was thankful for was that she didn’t actually throw up.

 

“You see, it is indeed disgusting, isn’t it, haha.”

 

In order to ease the embarrassment, Ai Lan showed the picture to the priest by showing him the newspaper she was holding.

 

Jiu Shu looked at the newspaper in Ai Lan’s hand, his gaze slightly halting on that black-and-white photo before pulling back.

 

“Yes, indeed.”

 

 

Those gu that had been made by the townspeople were indeed incredibly ugly.

 

It was completely different from the gu that were made by the object of discipline.

 

“Gu seems to be very popular in this town. Photos always appear in these newspapers, and you can be scared if you’re not careful.”

 

 

With Jiu Shu’s approval, Ai Lan was finally less embarrassed.

 

The atmosphere between the two also became cordial.

 

No one noticed that the moment Jiu Shu’s words fell, the countless pairs of arms entwined in the shadows behind him all tightened up.

 

Because whether it was Gu Yin or the ghost, they knew very well that their bodies were all made up of Gu, and even in death, they couldn’t cover up the traces of gu on their bodies.

 

And Jiu Shu felt that the gu were disgusting.

 

It probably also meant that Jiu Shu thought they were disgusting.

 

Jiu Shu……

 

Jiu Shu was disgusted by Gu…

 

Jiu Shu is disgusted by… me.

 

Gu Yin’s voice fell.

 

He seemed to be on the verge of being driven mad, his voice hoarse.

 

This was Gu Yin’s second breakdown after that order from the ghost.

 

He had thoroughly realized that after that order, the priest no longer held good feelings for him.

 

Those brief moments together had become a fizzle after all.

 

A monster like him, living in the lowest shadows, would never again be able to get close to the priest standing under the colored windows of the church.

 

Faced with this other self on the verge of insanity, the ghost, in a rare instance, didn’t immediately scoff.

 

Instead, it was silent for a moment before mocking with a pretense of cheerfulness.

 

 

[Isn’t it something obvious?

 

Do you really think that without the love compulsion, this high and mighty priest will look at you one more time? Ho ho ho—how naive!

 

If Jiu Shu learned that you’ve put a love compulsion on him, he’d definitely spit it out; after all, it’s something as disgusting as you!]

 

The ghost smirked and spoke in a vicious tone.

 

In the face of his sarcasm, Gu Yin no longer made a sound.

 

He just still kept on flushing the control of the ghost, trying to snatch the control of this body from its hands, but he couldn’t succeed in any way.

 

[What a poor thing! Don’t make useless efforts!] By mocking its other self, the ghost’s mood, which had somehow become low just now, was finally really pleasurable.

 

As a ghost, its mental power was so powerful that it far surpassed Gu Yin, and unless it voluntarily gave up this body or its mind was shaken, it was simply impossible for the control to be taken away from it.

 

 

And its willpower was so much stronger than that wretch, Gu Yin, that it wouldn’t falter in the slightest.

 

Watching Gu Yin try to reclaim his body over and over again and fall into despair again and again, making this happy fellow who hadn’t suffered before feel despair, never got tiring.

 

Having seen enough of the fun, the ghost then returned his gaze to the priest.

 

The priest was still standing next to the human woman, looking attentively at the newspaper in her hand, and the atmosphere between the two could almost be called ambiguous.

 

Especially Ai Lan’s cheeks, red and unable to hide her little girl’s shyness.

 

Standing together with the priest’s tall figure, it seemed that they could be called a good-looking pair.

……

 

The temperature inside the library dropped a bit, flooded with a slight coolness.

 

Jiu Shu glanced at the windless curtains beside him and continued to look at the newspaper in his hands with downcast eyes.

 

Next to him, Ai Lan was also reading the newspaper; she seemed to have finally found the one she wanted and immediately happily showed it to Jiu Shu.

 

“Father, I found it; this should be the body of that ghost.”

 

 

The newspaper that Ai Lan held up was precisely the news about that primary school classroom.

 

The identities of several victims were clearly recorded on it.

 

With this record of identities, she would be able to follow the trail to find out where the ghost’s heart was.

 

Jiu Shu looked at the newspaper for a moment before smiling, politely congratulating Ai Lan on her find.

 

Though that wasn’t really the ghost’s identifying information.

 

He was just a warm-hearted priest, leaving the discerning of the identity of the ghost to others.

 

After finding the paper, it was time to leave.

 

The priest headed out of the library first, with Ai Lan following close behind.

 

She held a few newspapers in her hands, wanting to speak; her cheeks flushed, and after a long time, she couldn’t hold back and called out to the priest in a thin voice.

 

“Father, thank you. Thank you for your help.”

 

Ai Lan said, her eyes falling on the priest’s handsome face, swooning, “Why did you help me so much?”

 

Is it because you have a little crush on me?

 

Although the words were not finished, Ai Lan’s teary eyes spoke for themselves.

 

Hiss-

 

The ghost’s hiss became a little heavier.

 

It cocked its head, its pale, blo-odless face looking incredibly gloomy in the shadows of the library.

 

It suddenly thought that Ai Lan’s brains must taste good.

 

Though earlier it had planned to take its time torturing the inhabitants of this town, not wanting to go on a k-illing spree so soon.

 

But it was suddenly hungry and wanted to hear the screams of the humans now.

 

“You’re welcome; we are all lambs of the Lord and deserve to help each other.”

 

Jiu Shu’s gentle response paused the shadow of the ghost moving in Ai Lan’s direction.

 

It also made Ai Lan’s face pale; she hesitated for a moment and continued somewhat reluctantly, “But the priest seems to be extraordinarily gentle with me.”

 

She wasn’t bad-looking; the priest might have some good feelings for her; otherwise, why would he be so gentle with her?

 

In the face of Ai Lan’s unrelenting question, Jiu Shu didn’t answer but only thoughtfully touched his neck.

 

It was so much easier for a moment just now.

 

It was as if something had finally moved away from his back.

 

Collecting the thoughts in his mind, Jiu Shu raised his eyes, his voice still gentle. “The Lord is gentle to all lovely lambs.”

 

Jiu Shu’s answer was very official, just like those old and greasy priests in the church.

 

But the word “lovely” from his mouth had a little more tenderness out of nowhere; it was fascinating.

 

Ai Lan was a little shy: “Lovely? Thank you.”

 

Lovely seemed to be the only word Ai Lan heard.

 

She now felt that she and the priest were quite possible.

 

After all, the priest had previously been skeptical about the existence of the ghost, and now he had come to the library especially for her.

 

He must have some kind of good feeling towards her.

 

Ai Lan’s face became more and more flushed at the thought, a far cry from her previous trepidation.

 

Jiu Shu glanced at her in a slightly troubled manner and realized that all the heaviness around his neck had dissipated steeply.

 

Zip: The lights in the library flickered for a moment.

 

Ai Lan fell silent at the same time, keeping her head down.

 

Until the two of them slowly left the corridor and returned to the hall, Ai Lan didn’t say another word.

 

Jiu Shu’s gaze swept past ‘Ai Lan’s’ dead eyes, and after a pause he returned to his seat, no longer paying attention to what was going on behind him.

 

And ‘Ai Lan’ also sat in the believer’s seat, looking down at the newspaper in her hand.
The newspaper was filled with black and white photos of some human women who had died horribly, and those news stories about the sacrifices of the gods were all over the paper, interspersed only occasionally with photos of the brutal execution of women in the town.

 

One of them in particular, the woman’s tattered corpse, was covered in countless fine gu, and it looked eerie to the extreme when viewed.

 

Looking at this extraordinarily familiar photo, ‘Ai Lan’ tilted her head and met the dead gaze of the woman in the photo.
The gloomy, lightless eyes vaguely held a light similar to the woman’s but made it impossible to see the emotions in them.

 

It recalled a distant memory from when it was born.

 

Its mother murmuring in its ear.

 

Though it was followed by a sharp pain that was etched into its bones, it was the only tenderness it had ever felt.

 

For a moment, it thought it was born into its mother’s love, just like any normal child in the town.

 

So it wanted to fit in with human society, wanted to be normal, wanted more tenderness.

 

It was naive to the point of near stupidity then, just like Gu Yin now.

 

It wasn’t until after its death, when it was torn by the resentment of the entire town and transformed into a severe ghost, that it realized that love didn’t exist from the beginning.

 

There was only bloo-d, only hatred.

 

As if recalling the unpleasant experiences of its last life, the fog in the town grew wetter and colder.

 

The temperature in the church slowly lowered as well.

 

‘Ai Lan’ was still staring expressionlessly at the photo, her face pale and blo-odless.

……

 

After looking at the photo for a while, ‘Ai Lan’ looked up at the priest, who was not far away.

 

The priest was sitting at the very front of the seats in the hall, and at that moment, he was carefully turning over the bible in his hands, and the light in the hall spilled onto him, giving him a warm and soft feeling.

 

It was as warm as when he had embraced it earlier.

 

But this was just an illusion after all.

 

It didn’t even need that kind of warmth either; it only craved bloo-d and k-illing.

 

‘Ai Lan’ looked at the priest’s back out of concentration; no emotions could be seen in its dark pupils; only the deepening fog in the town showed its fluctuating emotions.

 

It didn’t come back to its senses until the temperature of the mobile phone in its pocket kept rising.

 

‘Ai Lan’ took out the hot mobile phone with a slightly stiff, like a puppet on strings gesture.

 

The live stream on the phone was still swiping comments.

 

As a stern ghost with a head full of k-illing, everything in the mobile phone’s live streaming room seemed boring.

 

It had more important things to do right now, such as getting rid of this body that was upsetting it.

 

However, the comments in the live broadcast room more or less attracted its attention.

 

 

Maybe it was because of those newspapers appearing in the footage of the live broadcast that the topic gradually changed from the original screen talking about the priest to a bunch of gods and goddesses.

 

 

[Do you guys think there are ghosts in this town or not?]

 

[Ghosts ki-ll people. Do you see any dead people here? It’s all just a tactic for the anchor to get views.]

 

[That’s not true. Some ghosts like to torture humans slowly and won’t ki-ll so quickly.]

 

 

[Then how is it going to torture them? Ghosts don’t have brains; what methods can they use to torture humans?]

 

[Who says ghosts don’t have brains? There are plenty of ways to torture people, such as possessing someone and having them chop up their whole family, then chop themselves up, which is a very common process.]

 

 

[It’s all just a bunch of fabricated nonsense to scare people.]

 

There was a lot of noise in the live broadcast room.

 

”Ai Lan” expressionlessly looked at her mobile phone and watched the crowd talking.

 

Then ‘she’ accidentally turned the camera to the front.

 

‘Ai Lan’s’ excessively pale face appeared in the live broadcast room; her originally pretty face was almost as dead as a corpse with a deadly aura.

 

[Does anyone else feel that the anchor has been overly quiet since just now, and her face is also poor; it’s a bit strange.]

 

[The camera is a bit crooked, and the anchor isn’t fixing it. Do you still want to make money?]

 

[Don’t turn on the front camera; focus the camera on the priest!]

 

[Didn’t you notice that the anchor didn’t say a word from the moment she got the newspaper? It’s like she’s a different person, like she’s possessed by a ghost.]

 

 

[It’s like in a horror film. The moment they find out the identity of the ghost, they’ll be discovered by the ghost.]

 

[Don’t scare me; the anchor won’t really be possessed, right? Then hurry and notify the people nearby to run for their lives!]

 

The noisy live broadcast room made the ghost feel uninterested; it cocked its head, put the mobile phone back, and ended the live broadcast.

 

It didn’t seem to care in the slightest about the speculations about demonic possession.

 

[Jiu Shu will definitely find out that you are a fake.]

 

Gu Yin’s hoarse voice suddenly came to its ear.

 

[That’s right, Jiu Shu will definitely find out. I didn’t do anything bad; I didn’t give any orders; I was just possessed by a ghost.

As soon as it’s discovered that you’re a fake, everything will change back to the way it was.]

 

Gu Yin’s voice was now seven or eight percent similar to the ghost, and his tone was full of resentment and unwillingness towards it, mixed with the insanity of being on the verge of collapse.

 

In these two short days, he had lost everything, and hatred had soaked his heart.

 

But there was nothing he could do about it now, and even his mental state was on the verge of collapse.

 

Gu Yin, who had been stimulated by many things, could now only pin his hopes on the illusory revelation of the truth.

 

If the priest knew that everything wasn’t his doing, then the priest would definitely not hate him as much as he does now.

 

Obviously, the comments in the live broadcast room just now were likewise seen by Gu Yin.

 

He still had the same unrealistic delusions as those humans.

 

Thinking that they could be saved after dismantling the truth of possession.

 

Ho ho ho—the ghost wanted to laugh again.

 

It lowered its head, and a part of ‘Ai Lan’s’ long black hair cascaded down with the movement, covering the side of her face.

 

Under the hair on the female’s white face was a twisted, grotesque smile, the corners of its mouth tugging almost to the base of its ears as it seemed to be happy.

 

The stupidity of Gu Yin was always such a source of amusement.

 

[Discovery? Perhaps the priest will find out when the priest is tortured and dies with a grudge against you.
But then the priest will surely be disgusted with you.
After all, if you’d just died quickly, he wouldn’t have to suffer; it’s too selfish of you to be lingering now, ho ho ho!]

 

The ghost spoke in a grim tone, looking at Gu Yin’s soulful trance-like appearance, its gloomy eyes full of morbid pleasure.

 

Those humans’s so-called ghost possession remarks were nothing more than fantasies.

 

What demolished or not, unless it revealed the truth itself, that pathetic priest could never know the truth.

 

In the haunted world of ghosts, no human could see through the maze.

 

What was more, even if that priest knew the truth, so what?

 

He was just a useless priest.

 

His only use would be to continue to serve as a puppet for the love compulsion after obtaining Gu Yin’s body.

 

It didn’t change its original intention of torturing the priest, nor was it obsessed with the priest’s so-called warmth; it just wanted to make him fulfill some value other than being skinned.

 

Tightening its fingers, the ghost thought so, it was muttering to itself, but it wasn’t clear who it was explaining to.

 

 

Snap-

 

The ‘Ai Lan’ who had her head lowered into her thoughts didn’t notice the mobile phone in her pocket slipping to the ground for a while before it was picked up by a white palm.

 

On the live broadcast interface that was closed on the mobile phone, there were constantly comments saying that the anchor was possessed by a ghost.

 

[She must be possessed by a ghost, ah, which person laughs with a voice so eerie, and she specifically shut down the live broadcast!]

 

 

[Although the camera was turned off and I couldn’t see her face, just listening to the sound gave me goosebumps.]

 

[Who can tell the people in that church that the anchor was possessed by a ghost!?]

 

“Ghost possession?”

 

The youth’s familiar voice whispered the text on the phone.

 

“Is the possessed anchor… referring to you?”

 

Hiss-

 

“!!!”

 

‘Ai Lan’s’ pupils clenched as she looked at the priest who had appeared at her side at an unknown time, and the exaggeratedly dangling curves at the corners of her mouth froze completely.

 

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I have a cliff and a hanger, put it together, we have a cliffhanger 😂

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