1386 The Infiltrator

patient and even have the maids practice how to take care of them…” I frowned slightly.Immortals come and go like the wind, free and unrestrained. They see through many things and dislike dragging thi..."Little, Little Lady…" the little demon attendant hurriedly bowed.

I frowned slightly and quietly retreated to the doorway. Chang Jing was scolding her boyfriend while handing him a large bath towel, complaining that it was me who had turned on the air conditioner, scaring the wits out of her.

"What are you doing here" I asked the little devil at the door.

The little ghost officer replied dejectedly: "We are the patrolling ghosts under the jurisdiction of the City God of Benjing, following the ghostly aura. We didn't expect to offend the young mistress..."

"Without offense, I also feel something is off here. Have you noticed anything" I inquired.

"We were chasing a female ghost, but she was invited into the house by the owner, so we temporarily withdrew. Just now, we sensed her presence again, so we came to take a look." The little ghost answered honestly.

Ghosts entangled with the living will not be immediately taken by the underworld. They are usually allowed to stay until their karmic obstacles and circumstances have run their course before being taken away, unless they are exceptionally ferocious and harm living beings, disrupting the order of cause and effect and the balance of yin and yang energies.

"Do you still have a pulse" I asked.

The little ghost clerk shook his head and lowered his gaze to the summoning slip in his hand. I patted my own head, right, where was my summoning slip

I quickly pulled it out and took a look. Generally, if you're on patrol duty, the Spirit Official around you will have clues about any supernatural occurrences, yin and yang affairs. The summoning sign would display what the underworld could find out. Other than that, it depends on the Ghost Officer’s own judgment.

Whether it can be caught or not, whether one has enough magical power, and so on.

Suddenly, several ominous characters appeared on the summoning contract. Before I could decipher them, a sound echoed from the elevator shaft—

"Ding..."

I looked up, a figure flashed into the elevator. From my angle, I could only see half of that figure through the corner wall.

A bone-chilling sensation permeated the entire floor. In the closed elevator doors, that figure suddenly lunged at me, revealing a gaping set of white teeth and blood-red lips stretched into a wild, unrestrained grin!

Little Ni jumped suddenly from my bag and rushed towards me—

The elevator door slammed shut instantly, and the floor wasn't going down, it was going up, at an abnormally fast speed.

"This isn't your average ghost," Xiao Nie circled the elevator doors, "She can gather spirits."

Among the "ghosts" I've ever seen, only two seem capable of this—one is Long Xiaoge's ancestor, the Great Corpse King. However, I've never witnessed the Great Corpse King's complete spirit form.

Another was the ghost princess Zhu Weiti, she was forced to gather yin energy and form a body.

And this female ghost, it seemed that from the moment the door opened, she dissipated into wisps of ghostly wind, then gradually gathered again in the hallway—this takes a skilled ghost to do!

I slammed the elevator button, and finally the doors opened. I gripped my jade ruyi, ready to catch a ghost, but almost jumped back in fright at the darkness inside!

There's no elevator car at all!

Inside was a black abyss, nothing at all, just an elevator shaft.

"Hee hee hee~~~~" A wave of laughter echoed from the elevator shaft, indistinguishable from whether it was coming from above or below. The ghost face seemed to be at ease facing me.

The two patrol officers who came over were terrified, trembling and saying: “My lady, we can’t arrest this kind of ghost… or, or, let’s quickly report to the City God.”

"Go..." I whispered.

This was a bit unexpected. I didn't expect to encounter a powerful vengeful spirit.

Laughter from inside the elevator shaft echoed back and forth, sometimes seeming close, sometimes distant, impossible to tell if it was coming from above or below.

I stood in the elevator shaft for a moment, worried that someone might be taking the elevator and have an accident. I took out a talisman to ward off evil spirits and tried to drive the female ghost out of the elevator shaft.

Just as I reached into the pitch-black elevator shaft with the talisman in hand, suddenly, it was grabbed out of thin air!

I was so scared I almost screamed. A white robe appeared beside me, and a giggling voice said, "Little Empress~ It's me~."

"Seventh Master!" I was stunned, how could he always appear and disappear so mysteriously!

"Hee hee hee... Your Highness, you can't just reach out randomly. What if this iron gate clamps your hand" He squeezed my wrist and pulled my hand back.

He's got quite a strong grip!

"Seven... I think you're going to crush my wrist..." I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh my, oh my..." Bai Wu Chang raised an eyebrow and loosened his grip on my hand.

He has no idea how it happened, his fingers are so slender, yet he's got such strength! Every time he squeezes my wrist, it hurts like hell, I'm starting to get PTSD.

"Impolite, impolite~~ Hee hee hee… I almost forgot that women of the world are delicate and fragile… hee hee hee…” Bai Wu Chang said with a smile.

"You, you can't use that kind of strength when grabbing people... Don't even get me started on women, men wouldn't stand a chance either..." I said, rubbing my wrist.

In the elevator shaft, that wild laughter had vanished at some point. The elevator doors automatically closed, and it seemed like its operation returned to normal.

"Seventh Uncle, how could you be here..."

Bai Wuchang narrowed his eyes and smiled, spitting out two words: "Chase...the murderer..."

"Was that just the female ghost from before" I breathed a sigh of relief, with Bai Wu Chang here, what ghost was just a small dish

Just as the little imp vanished to report to the City God, Bai Wu Chang appeared.

"Hmm~" He floated up and flew toward the open apartment door, and I hurriedly followed him.

Changjing had a heated argument with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend got dressed and wrapped himself in a towel, and the two of them began pushing and shoving each other in the room.

At this point, whether it was a ghost or not didn't matter anymore. Chang Jing's bloodshot eyes, her contorted face from anger, and her boyfriend's haggard appearance, with dark circles under his eyes and utterly dejected expression...they were no different from ghosts.

“Did you sleep with that jerk again! Get the hell out, will you This is my house, don't have sex in my house, get some self-respect!!”

"Your house, your fart! You got it by groveling to that mistress of yours, didn't you You sold yourself for two or three years before even managing to afford a house. Even as a whore you're a complete failure!"

"Then get out! You and that bitch, get far away from here!"

"You're a slut, and so are you! You're both pieces of trash! We find you disgusting right in front of us! Who asked you to be a sex slave for others behind my back! Don't think I haven't seen your filthy photos!"

"It's none of your business, if you don't like me, get lost! You're disgusting, I can't stand you, I... I'll fight you!"

The two fought and cursed, that man must be possessed by a vengeful spirit to be so utterly defeated. He couldn't even beat one woman! Constantly pushed him to the ground, then picked up fruit from the table and started throwing it at him.

"...." This world, huh~~" Bai WuChang raised his sleeve and lightly covered his mouth, lifting one eyebrow and disdainfully smiling: "Really ~~ For thousands of years, the ugly faces have all been the same ~~"

"Huh Do you often see this kind of thing, Qiyeyou" I asked.

Bai Wu Chang sneered: "That's not necessarily so..."

I'm dying to hear the gossip Qīyé (Seventh Grandpa) has to say, but he seems carefree on the surface, yet his mouth is tight as a drum.

Xiao Ni reminded me softly, “That man is going to be beaten to death…”

I looked intently, and to my astonishment, Chang Jing was blood rushing to her brain, holding up a fruit platter and about to smash it down —tting worse and worse, I feel like I can't hold on much longer—""It's not our fault that you're in this condition...don't blame us! You look sluggish and pale, like someone with a serious illness. M...