Luo City, Jinshan Community.
As an old, dilapidated residential area, it was located in the Old City.
At the same time, because a processing plant opened nearby, most of the residents had moved out, waiting for demolition, with only those who truly had nowhere else to live remaining.
One of them was Fang Ping.
“Whew…”
Fang Ping let out a long breath.
He lay on the bed, glanced at his slightly reddened fingers, and then looked at the stack of discarded papers on the table.
According to Chu Qing’s standards, only a few of them barely counted as completed.
But it was enough to make Fang Ping feel a sense of accomplishment.
Although he didn't know the meaning or reason behind doing these things, it was purely out of trust in Chu Qing.
However...
Thinking of this, Fang Ping touched the special paper figure in his embrace.
The crimson paper figure, ugly yet adorable, combined with his own birth characters, truly made him feel as if this folded paper figure was another version of himself.
Who did Chu Qing learn this from?
He had never heard of this guy having such a skill before.
Tucking the lifelike small paper figure back into his embrace, Fang Ping picked up his phone, which had been tossed aside, and casually opened WeChat, but suddenly froze.
After graduating from university, classmates who were not particularly close had, in this summer, gone their separate ways, and the class group chat was almost silent.
But upon opening it today, the crimson “99+” clearly indicated that something seemed to have happened.
Fang Ping decisively clicked in, then scrolled directly to the beginning of the conversation.
And the line of text that met his eyes made Fang Ping’s eyes widen, and he abruptly sat up from the bed he had just lain down on.
‘Zhao Miao: Something big has happened! Lin Yuancheng, the chairman of Senmu Group, committed suicide due to mental illness at the Second Hospital this evening. His wife died of acute cerebral hemorrhage because of it, and his son, unable to accept this reality, jumped from a building.’
‘Liu Yunyun: Really???’
‘Zhao Miao: Absolutely true! I accompanied my mom for a check-up today, and that Young Master Lin’s body was just dozens of meters from me. He jumped from the eighth floor, head first, a splat, it was gruesome.’
‘Wang Qing: What the hell? I even went to Senmu Construction for an interview today! Damn it, this won't affect my six-thousand-yuan monthly salary, will it?’
‘Mu Hong: Wait a minute, the Young Master of Senmu Group? Surname Lin? Is it that…?’
‘Li Qingyun: That’s right, An University’s campus belle’s new boyfriend. Good heavens, An University’s campus belle didn’t expect that before she could enter the wealthy family, the family would be wiped out…’
‘Liu Yunyun: If you ask me, Chu Qing and An Ruoxue were such a perfect match back then, why bother? Now look…’
‘Wang Qing: What’s talent and beauty? Now it should be wealth and beauty! But it’s a pity, An University’s campus belle missed such an opportunity to marry into wealth.’
‘Zhou Lingling: A bunch of you are still gloating here, don’t you know? Ruoxue already registered her marriage with Lin Hengtian. Now that this has happened, do you know how much inheritance Ruoxue can get?’
‘Wang Qing: Oh my god? Registered marriage and then the family is wiped out? Is there some conspiracy here?’
‘…’
The entire class group was plunged into discussion.
However, Fang Ping could only mechanically scroll through the chat history in the group. After the first few sentences, his mind was completely elsewhere.
What massive inheritance, what conspiracy theories.
He no longer cared about any of it.
He cared about only one thing.
That was the sentence Chu Qing said to him before he returned from the North Mountain Cemetery this afternoon:
‘This thing can drive away ghosts. Lin Hengtian has a ghost on him, and it’s likely their entire family has ghosts!’
Having a ghost means not living long!
He suddenly clutched the folded paper figure he had placed in his embrace.
However, just then, he suddenly noticed a faint red light appearing not far outside the window.
His house was on the first floor of Jinshan Community, an old building with a maximum of only six floors and no elevator, let alone overly bright streetlights.
The faint red light outside appeared extremely abrupt.
He looked up, but upon seeing it for the first time, Fang Ping was slightly stunned.
It was actually a lantern.
No, a balloon?
Fang Ping blinked, momentarily unable to distinguish.
But, it seemed to be a glowing balloon, so it must be a lantern!
But how did this thing appear by his window?
Fang Ping didn't know. He subconsciously opened the window, wanting to get a closer look at it.
The faint red light instantly illuminated his entire body.
An indescribable sensation of comfort spread throughout his being.
In this feeling, Fang Ping slightly narrowed his eyes, and his whole person even had the illusion of floating to the heavens.
However, just as this feeling came, Fang Ping seemed to suddenly wake up and looked up.
Unbeknownst to him, the blood-red lantern had already appeared above his head, and he, too, finally seemed to see clearly what was glowing inside this blood-red lantern.
It was a Human Head Lantern.
Fang Ping was greatly alarmed.
Unfortunately, it seemed to be too late.
The lantern had already been placed over his head at some point.
Then, through the open window, it actually pulled a living person directly up and out towards the sky.
‘Taking off~’
...
In front of North Mountain Cemetery.
There was still a taxi.
The taxi driver, still looking unlucky, paid the money and hurriedly left this ghostly place.
Chu Qing paid no attention to the exhaust fumes from the taxi driver stomping on the accelerator, holding the Netherworld Treasurer God statue in his hand, and returned inside North Mountain Cemetery.
Lin Hengtian was dead.
His entire family died without exception.
Chu Qing was very satisfied with this result.
Because his gains were visible to the naked eye.
【Chu Qing】
【Grade: None】
【Yin Longevity: Four months, Yang Longevity: Three months】
【coexistence (state): Greatly reduced Yang Longevity, can completely command Blood Eye Ghost.】
【Note: The taste of Yin Longevity is truly good, it's just that the inferior human was infected by Yin Energy in advance, which is why only this much Yin Longevity could be converted. Let this lord eat that thing in your embrace, I have a premonition that its taste will be much stronger than that human's.】
That’s right, ultimately, Chu Qing naturally couldn't let An Ruoxue kill Lin Hengtian.
Not to mention it was too troublesome, and there would be too many traces. He was too lazy to deal with the Inspector.
Fortunately, the Blood-Eyed Dragon Lord’s abilities had a lot of potential for development.
After making eye contact, the Blood Eye’s ability, which could control blood, was equivalent to controlling Lin Hengtian’s actions.
After confirming An Ruoxue’s thoughts, he directly used the Blood Eye to make Lin Hengtian leap from the eighth floor in front of everyone.
This completely saved all the trouble.
And he gained a full month of Yin Longevity.
After finishing, he left An Ruoxue to handle the aftermath at the hospital, while he, with his true objective, returned to his 'kingdom'.
The gate was reopened.
The Yin Energy at night was several times denser than during the day.
Even Chu Qing, whose body was still that of an ordinary person, shivered slightly.
His Blood Eye emerged, and his gaze quickly swept across.
North Mountain Cemetery was pitch black under the night, not even a single light could be seen clearly.
But it did not obstruct his vision.
“Meow!”
Two points of eerie green light sounded not far away.
Chu Qing then smiled slightly and extended his hand:
“You little fellow are good at guarding the house. Not bad, I’ll feed you something delicious tomorrow.”
“Meow meow!”
The black cat seemed to understand Chu Qing’s promise, excitedly leaped, landed in Chu Qing’s outstretched embrace, then with another leap, it actually squatted on his shoulder.
Chu Qing didn’t mind, but instead let out a deep breath.
Neither the Netherworld Treasurer God nor anything else was as important as this door he was about to step through!
Death Apartment was a rule-based anomaly he had to summon in advance, combining Ding Xie’s words and his own understanding.
This was the best candidate for the Gravekeeper, the Grave Ghost, and absolutely could not fail.
Thinking of this, Chu Qing came to the guardroom and pushed open its door.
And the Netherworld Treasurer God slowly followed him in.
His Blood Eye scanned. He had left the Faceless Ghost on the door all this time. Now, that door was probably already completely permeated with Yin Energy, right?
The lights turned on. He tossed the Faceless Ghost aside, his gaze fixed on the blood-red writing on the guardroom door, which seemed to have already dried slightly.
Three minutes passed, with no change.
He had already prepared for failure.
After all, Ding Xie had repeated this action many times, probably more than ten, before he awakened the prototype of the Death Apartment.
It would be very difficult for him to succeed on his first try, even with the extra preparations he had made.
This was a failure that was to be expected, and he was not discouraged.
However, just as Chu Qing was about to give up completely.
Suddenly, his Blood Eye instantly focused.
The blood-red dried writing on the glass seemed to instantly transform into its freshly written state, slowly flowing.
Finally, it disappeared from the glass.
It was as if something had completely absorbed the blood-made words…