The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 234 - 238: The Haunted Old House (7)

Thanks to the fortune of wearing Buddha Beads, Gu Shi was finally able to avoid being cooped up like a caged chick.

Every day, he could go to places not too far away, accompanied by Fatty Cui and Bearded Xue, or head to the company to get work done.

Recently, Gu Shi had also noticed the simmering discontent within the company and understood that his siblings’ patience with him had reached its limit.

Having a significant age gap with his several older brothers and sisters, Gu Shi didn’t have much familial affection with them.

The eldest brother’s grandson was only a few years younger than him; the generational gap between them could span the Pacific Ocean.

Gu Shi had to devote more time to the company’s affairs, as the old man couldn’t always look after him due to his age.

And it was during these daily trips to and from the company that Gu Shi ran into Lin Mianmian.

A sudden screech of brakes, and Gu Shi, who had been resting in the back seat, unprepared, slammed his head against the front seat.

Before he could get angry, Bearded Xue, sitting in the passenger seat with a previously relaxed expression, suddenly tensed up.

Fatty Cui, who was sitting in the back seat with Gu Shi, was already reaching into his pocket.

A stack of yellow talisman paper was ready.

They couldn’t help but be cautious; those ghostly tricks were endless, and a moment’s carelessness might play right into their hands.

Even with the Buddha Beads as a disguise, Gu Shi was still like a semi-exposed bowl of Tang Seng’s flesh, capable of warding off the covetous little ghosts, but the bigger ghosts with cultivation only needed to come a little closer, detecting him like dogs sniffing meat.

In the dead of night, a beautiful young girl almost crashed into their car, raising all kinds of suspicions.

"Mr. Gu, don’t get out of the car, I’ll go check it out first."

Gu Shi, who had been tired just a moment ago, now tensed up.

But after a while, Bearded Xue’s previously anxious expression vanished, and he returned with a relaxed manner, bringing a girl with him.

This person was Lin Mianmian.

The male and female leads officially met; without Su Li, the original villain’s interference, how their relationship would develop was something Su Li had absolutely no interest in knowing.

She was only interested in the ancient house from the original owner’s memory.

Combining the increasing number of ghosts and spirits wreaking havoc in the world, and the Ghost King hidden at the end of that ancient house, as well as the yin energy gathering beneath it.

Su Li made a bold guess that the increasing appearance of ghosts might all be escaping from that place.

Because of the growing number of spirit incidents, every member of the Special Action Group has been extremely busy lately.

Even Su Li was roped in to help out.

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Outside Shangjing, at the burial ground

Greenish ghostly fires drifted through the air, accompanied by one eerie scream after another that pierced through the pitch-black night, chilling to the bone.

A group of unruly young men, wetting themselves, stumbled and fled. freewebnøvel.coɱ

But what they ran into head-on was a ghastly pale ghostly face.

"Ah...." Soon, the place returned to silence.

It took days before passersby discovered that the young men had been missing for quite some time.

Even more gruesome, they had been violently torn to pieces while still alive, and their hearts were missing from their chests.

After the incident, the technical personnel of the police conducted a special comparison, asserting that one would need to possess the strength to lift a car to accomplish what had been done.

Clearly, such a feat is beyond the capabilities of a normal human being.

This case file was quickly transferred to a special department.

The members of the Taoist Association, like fish drawn to the smell of blood, took initiative and sought cooperation.

If it were before, faced with these arrogant gifted individuals whose eyes seemed to look down from atop their heads, the police would have tolerated them as much as possible, but now...

Well, apologies, not serving them.

The one who came to discuss cooperation with the police this time was Fang Zheng from the Wanxiang Sect.

Around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a hip-hop style, with an arrogant demeanor, he looked like some young master from a prestigious family, not a trace of the Taoist about him.

Team Leader Jing Hao of the police force was unfazed by the oddity, having cooperated with them on several cases before, and the person representing them had always been the very same Fang Zheng standing before him.

Despite Fang Zheng’s frivolous appearance, he was shrewd and his tongue was sharp.

The police team had paid a hefty price for their help with those mysterious cases, and part of it even came from the personal pockets of several officers.

Talk to them about justice, about integrity, and those capable individuals could not care less, they only discussed money.

Anyway, Jing Hao had a particularly bad impression of these Taoists.

"Officer Jing, meeting again," Fang Zheng greeted Jing Hao with a smiley wave.

Jing Hao responded somewhat irritably, "What are you doing at our police station?"

Undeterred by Jing Hao’s cool reception, Fang Zheng cheekily placed his hand on Jing Hao’s shoulder, "Our association received news that there’s been trouble at the burial ground."

"Our people have already gone over, and I, well, I’m just here to talk cooperation with you."

A gleam in Fang Zheng’s eyes betrayed his eagerness, clearly ready to make a bold request.

However, this time, Jing Hao wasn’t riled by his greedy demeanor, and indifferently brushed the hand off his shoulder.

Then he said, "You’ve made a wasted trip this time. From now on, such special cases will be transferred to the relevant departments and will be handled by the Special Action Group."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng did not hide his scorn, "Even if you change departments a few times, do you think your people without special abilities can convict those ghostly entities?"

"You don’t need to worry about that, the leaders above will take care of it," replied Jing Hao, who as team leader, had some understanding of the Special Action Group and its capabilities. Seeing the usually arrogant Fang Zheng, Jing Hao felt secretly pleased.

Considering his image as an upright policeman, Jing Hao wanted to laugh but suppressed it painfully.

Fang Zheng paused, and with an uncaring snort, he mocked, "You’ll definitely regret it. Wait until you’re begging us for help again, we won’t be so easy to talk to then."

Fang Zheng didn’t believe the so-called Special Action Group had any effective methods; after all, there had been no word of registered Taoists or Mages joining government departments.

Just wait, they’d have to come begging eventually.

With a few cold snorts, Fang Zheng strutted out, humming a song. Before leaving, he slapped Jing Hao’s shoulder, "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t charge a high price next time."

This was a petty way of getting back at Jing Hao for the slight.

Jing Hao: "..." What the hell, they really think they’re invincible.

Indeed, the Taoist Association had already sent people ahead to the burial ground to gather information. The party was composed of six individuals, three men and three women, all juniors from various sects sent out for training.

Among them, Lin Mianmian had also managed to join using her connection with Gu Shi.