Ding! Disfigured Ghost (Evil Ghost) has been killed. +99 Ghost Qi.
After the female ghost's head was chopped off, her body collapsed and quickly oxidized and decomposed. Normally, ghosts couldn't be killed so easily—but Jiang Chen had infused demonic energy into the knife. With that single strike, he not only severed her head but also scattered her soul completely.
Outside, when Chen Xue heard the sound of the head hitting the ground, her pupils widened. She clenched her fair fists, and a look of grief, anger, and agony appeared on her pretty face.
"He died to save me!"
"What kind of courage does it take for an ordinary person to face an evil ghost head-on?"
She finally realized: Jiang Chen's seemingly frivolous and exaggerated actions had actually been a ploy to create an escape chance for her.
Chen Xue bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She glanced deeply at Room 502. "I will avenge you!"
She turned and ran downstairs, but after two floors, she seemed to make up her mind. She fished out a small jade sword hanging around her neck and turned back.
"Forget it—if you died for me, I can't escape alone!"
Chen Xue stormed into Room 502, her face filled with murderous intent.
Then she froze.
The man she'd thought was dead was squatting on the ground, patting a male corpse's face with a look of anticipation. "Wake up, buddy? Haven't you turned into a ghost yet?"
He then furrowed his brows in thought. "Maybe you have to wait until the seventh day after death? Oh well—I'll come back to find you in a few days."
Chen Xue: "…"
She glanced at the Disfigured Ghost's remains, and surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes. "So you're a supernatural too. I was showing off my meager skills earlier."
To kill a mid-tier evil ghost so cleanly—his strength was probably on par with hers.
Jiang Chen turned to Chen Xue and recited the story he'd prepared earlier. "Oh, I don't really know what a 'supernatural' is. I only moved to the big city two years ago. Before that, I lived with my grandpa. He never talked about this kind of stuff before he passed away."
"If you don't mind, could you explain it to me?" He put on an innocent smile.
Hearing this, Chen Xue paused, then seemed to realize something. "Ah, that makes sense. Your situation is actually quite common."
"Jiuzhou has a profound heritage—there are extraordinary experts living in seclusion everywhere. Many of their descendants enter the city without knowing anything about the supernatural world."
Chen Xue organized her words. "In today's Jiuzhou, the Dao Alliance and the Underworld are the two most powerful forces."
"The Dao Alliance oversees all supernaturals, while the Underworld has its own cultivation system. Oh, right—they jointly launched an *Underworld App*. It should have everything you want to know."
"I'll send you an invitation code."
Since Jiang Chen had saved her life, Chen Xue took the initiative to help him download and register for the Underworld App—a private platform for the supernatural world that required a specific invitation code to access.
"All done. By the way, you can take a photo of this ghost's remains. After reporting it on the Underworld App, you'll get points—they're the currency used in the supernatural world."
"Thanks," Jiang Chen nodded. He opened the app; its interface was in red and black tones, giving off an eerie "netherworld" vibe. There was a dedicated photo upload section, and a note explained that only one photo was needed—the app would automatically identify the ghost's rank and award the corresponding points.
*Click!*
He uploaded the photo. After waiting a minute, a *ding* sounded—Jiang Chen saw that 50 points had been credited to his account.
"The Underworld App has a trading mall, and there's also a supernatural forum where people post trade requests. You can use points to buy all kinds of magical artifacts and talismans," Chen Xue added.
"And this knife—it should barely qualify as a ghost artifact. We supernaturals rarely use ghost artifacts, but you can sell it to Underworld messengers. They're willing to pay a high price for it!"
Chen Xue explained a few more things, then glanced at the staircase. "Oh right—we should leave here first. There might be another ghost hiding in this building!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed the man in front of her suddenly light up with excitement. "Where is that ghost?"
Chen Xue: "…"
*Why are you so thrilled?*
"I estimate it's at least a high-tier evil ghost—maybe even a top-tier one. I'm seriously injured now and have almost no fighting strength. If we rush to face it, our chances of winning are slim," Chen Xue warned.
But Jiang Chen shook his head. He put on a solemn expression. "Chen Xue, you're right—we could run. But what about the living people in this building after we leave?"
"My grandpa taught me since I was little: the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility. In a dangerous situation like this, I can't abandon the residents here!"
"You go first. I'll deal with that ghost."
He struck a heroic pose, then turned and walked out the door—leaving Chen Xue with only a broad, imposing back.
Of course, Jiang Chen didn't mention that his Demon Transformation Card only had 18 minutes left. It would be a waste not to farm more Ghost Qi while he still had the chance. Besides, he hadn't even used his supernatural ability to kill the Disfigured Ghost—with the power of this card, taking down another ghost would be more than easy.
If there really was danger, he'd run faster than anyone else—just like Old Zhang used to.
But in Chen Xue's eyes, the young man's image suddenly grew taller. She looked at his back, a twinge of shame creeping in. "I have to say, Jiang Chen—you're someone worthy of respect!"
"Forget it. My life tonight was already saved by you. If we're taking a risk, I'll go with you."
She followed him.
The two reached the 6th floor.
Jiang Chen saw that the door to Room 602 was open; a strong smell of disinfectant wafted out, and a small sign at the door read: *Angel Beauty Salon*.
"A illegal beauty salon hidden in a residential building. Zhang Meimei must have had a failed plastic surgery here. After her death, her obsession lingered, and she turned into an evil ghost," Jiang Chen thought. This matched his earlier guess almost perfectly.
"I'd already identified this salon through my investigation and set up a trap here, waiting for Zhang Meimei," Chen Xue explained from behind. "But just as I was about to take her down, another ghost attacked me and slashed my shoulder."
"It seemed to want me and Zhang Meimei to fight each other to the death. After one strike, it fled—I didn't even get a clear look at it."
Jiang Chen nodded, then went into the beauty salon to search, but found nothing.
When they came out, their eyes both locked on Room 601. The door was closed, and it seemed someone was living there.
"It's right next to the place where Zhang Meimei appeared most often. To live here safely is way too suspicious," Jiang Chen said.
They exchanged a look, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.
*Knock, knock, knock.*
Footsteps sounded inside. Soon, a woman's voice came out.
"Who is it?"
It was late at night, and the homeowner was cautious—she didn't open the door.
"I'm from the security office," Chen Xue stepped forward, pulled out an ID, and slipped it through the crack of the door.
"Oh, it's an officer! Is something wrong?"
"We received a report of a violent incident in this building. Please cooperate with our inspection," Chen Xue said.
"Oh, okay, okay." This time, the woman didn't say anything else. The sound of unlocking came from inside.
While waiting for the door to open, Chen Xue turned to Jiang Chen and explained. "Before handling supernatural incidents, we can apply for various official IDs through the Underworld App—it makes it easier for us to investigate and deal with ghosts."