What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 22 Special Case
"Tell me about everything that happened to you, no matter how small."

Once she made up her mind, Xia Qing no longer hesitated.

It's clear from his decisive action against Nightmare that although he values ​​his life, he's also willing to risk everything and has a ruthless streak.

However, there is still one question that needs to be clarified before we can proceed.

From his own experience, nightmares can bewitch or even modify implanted memories in a way similar to hypnosis.

Moreover, this implantation is done silently, directly affecting the level of consciousness.

Not to mention that modern society, which is generally atheistic, would not be able to guard against it, normal people would not even be able to realize it.

After all, those kinds of bewitching methods can completely disrupt your thoughts and memories.

If it weren't for the supernatural phenomena and warnings displayed by the Money Dart Technique, he wouldn't have been able to wake up.

If you can't even be aware of it, then there's no point in talking about resisting with your will; no matter how strong your spirit is, it's useless.

It's somewhat unusual that this old man could realize something was wrong.

"Sigh, we don't really know what's going on. It's just that I have a habit of getting up at night, and lately every night when I get up, I see my wife combing her hair in front of the mirror, looking like she's sleepwalking, with a blank expression..."

"At first, I really just thought it was sleepwalking. After all, it's a new era, and we believe in science. But in the last few days, it's like it's contagious..."

"First it was my husband, then my daughter-in-law, and last night even my granddaughter..."

Old Zhang, with a worried expression, began to tell ghost stories.

He was especially furious when talking about his granddaughter.

For the elderly, there is probably nothing more offensive than a threat to their descendants.

They might think they can just bear with their minor ailments and even avoid seeking medical help.

However, when it comes to one's own descendants, it is absolutely intolerable.

"So this is what happened to you?"

Xia Qing frowned slightly.

Old Zhang really didn't have much of a talent for storytelling; he could only manage to explain things in general terms.

Therefore, this matter doesn't really sound terrifying.

It didn't even have anything to do with the nightmares he knew.

"Could it be that the abilities of nightmares are all different? Or is nightmare not a specific kind of strange monster, but a general term for a similar species?"

Xia Qing's mind raced, and she immediately realized the problem.

The nightmare he experienced and realized was triggered by the dart throwing.

Therefore, people initially viewed Nightmare as the name of some kind of monster.

But now it seems that they may be a single species, a collective term.

This is clearly yet another piece of even worse news.

Since there are different types and different abilities of nightmares.

That means the bewitching nightmare you encountered was likely an 'exception'.

He originally thought that since this kind of bewitching nightmare had not spread or become known to the world, there must be some kind of limiting and countering force of the same level.

But now, this nightmare has become the one that wields 'bewitching' among all the different nightmares.

This also suggests that there may indeed be some force combating the limiting nightmare, but it is not necessarily able to deal with this bewitching nightmare.

The thought of that all-pervasive ability to manipulate and alter memories comes to mind.

The terrifying destructive power this ability could possess in human society is thought-provoking.

For a moment, Xia Qing even felt a chill.

It's important to understand that humans are the most adept at internal strife and bringing about their own destruction.

Let that monster grow, and its destruction might only require pressing a button.

"Master? Master?"

Seeing that Xia Qing had also fallen into a daze after listening to his story, Old Zhang immediately became anxious. Had his family's situation deteriorated beyond saving?
"It's alright. How about I go and take a look at your home?"

Xia Qing took a deep breath and forced herself to regain her composure.

Thinking about it now is useless. I can't completely resist the temptation, and I have no money. Going there would just be suicide.

The most urgent task is to resolve Grandpa Zhang's situation, which will allow him to earn money, upgrade his Money Dart Technique, and gain practical experience in dealing with nightmares.

"It's convenient, but my son has arranged for them to see a psychologist right now, and besides, those kinds of things only happen at night..."

Old Zhang hesitated.

"Then tonight."

Xia Qing nodded.

“Okay, then I’ll have my son pick you up tonight, Master.”

Old Zhang nodded hurriedly, then pulled over the middle-aged man in the suit to introduce him to Xia Qing: "This is my son, Zhang Hai."

As she spoke, she gave Zhang Hai a meaningful look, as if urging him on.

"My name is Zhang Hai. May I ask your surname, Master?"

Zhang Hai reluctantly put on a formal look and began to introduce himself.

"Xia Qing".

Xia Qing nodded slightly.

"Then I'll leave my family's affairs to Master Xia. I'll pay you the deposit first. Is it convenient for you to send it via WeChat?"

Zhang Hai was very polite and offered to pay on his own initiative.

This was, of course, thanks in part to the subtle signals from Grandpa Zhang, who seemed genuinely afraid that Xia Qing might change her mind.

However, Xia Qing did have a very good impression of his quick payment.

Since he needed to contact and pick up people that evening, Zhang Hai directly added Xia Qing on WeChat.

The moment the application was approved, a transfer of 10,000 yuan was sent directly to me.

“I will come to pick up Master Xia again tonight. I’ll be leaving now. My father was also quite shaken last night and needs to go to the hospital.”

After transferring the money, Zhang Hai immediately said his goodbyes politely and left with Grandpa Zhang.

However, after the two left the fitness park, Xia Qing immediately received another WeChat message from Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai: Regardless, psychological comfort is indeed effective in many cases. Master Xia, please say some comforting words to my father and make a show of it. Consider this money as a consultation fee.

"This guy……"

Xia Qing glanced at it and chuckled to herself.

Zhang Hai handled things politely and respectably, but clearly never believed he was some kind of master.

No, to be precise, I never believed in any demons or monsters.

This is normal; in fact, even Xia Qing herself wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't experienced it firsthand.

Having received scientific and atheistic education since childhood, nightmares are a complete upheaval of my worldview.

"Unfortunately, I can never go back to that peaceful life."

Feeling somewhat disappointed, Xia Qing accepted the transfer directly.

Zhang Hai's message had two meanings: firstly, it was direct and frank, allowing him to conduct the 'psychological counseling' without pressure; secondly, it also carried a warning connotation.

Moreover, if there isn't really anything supernatural going on afterward, then the promised additional 20,000 yuan reward is probably out of the question.

However, this 10,000 is equivalent to the advance payment of the reward upon completion of the transaction, and it is already clearly secured in the cash.

In Xia Qing's opinion, even if it was a deposit paid in advance, it should be considered as her own property, let alone a transaction that had already been fully completed.

in this way……

With a slight attempt, a flash of golden light disappeared in the palm of one's hand.

(End of this chapter)