What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 23 Accident
The golden light vanished the moment it touched the surface.

But Xia Qing had already gotten the answer she wanted.

This 10,000 coins can be used to activate the "thousand-gold-spending" supernatural power of the Money Dart Technique.

In addition, there is a feedback prompt originating from the Money Dart Technique.

"Your [Money Dart Technique] is filled with joy at the increase in wealth, and in your high spirits, you seem to have gained some enlightenment."

"That's ten thousand yuan! Our assets have doubled! Why are you so calm about it?"

Xia Qing was speechless upon seeing this message.

Good news, I've figured it out again.

The bad news is, judging from this bland description, he probably only grasped the meaning of loneliness.

That's ten thousand yuan!
My total assets were only a little over eight thousand!
How come you see that this number has received a lukewarm response?

greedy!

shameful!
Insatiable greed!

A small favor is appreciated, but an excessive one breeds resentment!

After racking his brains and vehemently condemning the greedy Money Dart Technique, Xia Qing finally opened the attribute panel with little hope.

Name: Money Dart Technique

"characteristic:……"

"Progress: 83%"

"Teamwork: 20%"

The result was unexpected; it turned out to be quite good.

It increased by a full forty percent.

This was already somewhat beyond Xia Qing's expectations.

After all, the stalls that previously swept away bald heads only had a symbolic one percent left.

As martial arts skills are upgraded, although the progress is still based on percentages, the difficulty involved will definitely be different.

Furthermore, the difficulty is not simply a matter of how much money one has, but rather depends on the emotional fluctuations inherent in the martial arts itself.

Now, being able to increase by 40% in one go, although it's still a little short of a true upgrade, this 10,000 is just a deposit.

If we can resolve the nightmare at Grandpa Zhang's house tonight and get the remaining 20,000, the upgrade will be a sure thing.

"The Money Dart Technique will be upgraded soon, and I'll try to upgrade the Tai Chi Fist Technique as well..."

Xia Qing was in high spirits and continued to teach the group of elderly men and women martial arts.

Tai Chi Chuan has already stated its intention to establish its own school and lineage.

Moreover, the teaching process itself is highly regarded and respected, coupled with some factors of being eager to teach, which makes the progress of Tai Chi Chuan very obvious.

Although it takes time to improve, as long as you continue for a few days, it's only a matter of time before your Tai Chi skills improve.

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction.

Xia Qing has already seen the light at the end of the tunnel in eliminating the Bewitching Nightmare.

In the not-too-distant future!
But all this good mood dissipated by evening.

It was evening, or more accurately, it was past seven o'clock.

The sky had completely turned into night, and the elderly people had already dispersed and gone home.

Xia Qing, however, did not leave because she was waiting for Zhang Hai to pick her up. She leaned against a bench to rest and wait.

As a result, I don't use social media much, and at the very least I use WeChat. My mobile phone, which usually doesn't ring even once a month, suddenly started ringing.

"mom".

The note was a word that made his heart skip a beat.

Ever since encountering Nightmare, a supernatural creature, my worldview has completely collapsed, and a sense of helplessness and unease has lingered in my mind for a single moment.

This panic was not just about their own safety.

Instead, the world seems to have become so unfamiliar overnight. How am I supposed to cope? And how are my parents doing?
Can I guarantee that my parents are safe and well?

This sense of panic made him extremely eager to upgrade his martial arts skills and master martial power.

He even gave up his job, which he relied on for a living and which he would never have dared to neglect in the slightest before.

It also seemed to have made him lose the courage to contact his parents.

He was worried about receiving bad news, about hearing unpleasant things but feeling powerless to do anything about it, and about the supernatural events he was involved in potentially harming his parents.

"...Hello, Mom? What's up?" Xia Qing remained silent for a long time before answering the phone with a dry voice.

— He had previously tried changing his phone number to avoid the hypnotic text messages from his nightmares.

In theory, no one should know this number.

Except for that nightmare.

"What's wrong? What could possibly be wrong with me? You little brat, arguing is one thing, but what's with leaving your girlfriend at home and running off for a week without coming back? I can't get through to her on the phone..."

What came through the phone was my mother's familiar rambling.

She may have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She may seem to be siding with outsiders and criticizing her son, but in reality, she is trying to smooth things over, making people calm down and avoid excessive blame.

There's basically nothing wrong with all of this.

But the premise is—he really does have such a girlfriend.

"Mom, where are you now?"

Xia Qing's face had already turned completely gloomy.

"Faced as still as water" is not even an adequate description.

Beneath that gloomy surface lay a chilling, naked killing intent.

"Where else could I be? In your rented room, of course. You better get back here right now, the food's already cooked."

My mother, Zhou Ying, continued her nagging, accompanied by the clanging of spatulas.

"Mom, give her the phone."

Xia Qing took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

"Okay, then you two talk it out properly, don't throw a tantrum."

As Zhou Ying spoke, she immediately handed over her phone.

Soon Xia Qing heard that familiar yet unsettling voice again: "Hello..."

"Does it have to go this far? You've got your eye on me?"

Xia Qing spoke in a deep voice, unable to suppress his anger.

"Didn't we already say that they wouldn't give up?"

A seductive yet pitiful voice came from the phone: "Besides, baby, you're special to him. You see, only you won't be so infatuated with him..."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll come find you right away."

Xia Qing calmed down at this point, didn't say a word, and hung up the phone directly.

This nightmare, adept at bewitching and altering memories, is extremely bizarre.

He wasn't actually sure if the phone call and his mother's voice were from some kind of supernatural means.

But he didn't dare to gamble.

"Absolutely perfect, everything is prepared, everything is arranged, it's just a scene from a movie."

Muttering to himself, Xia Qinghuo got up and calmly walked straight out of the park.

Nine out of ten times when life is unsatisfactory.

Fortunately, things have changed in the last three days.

At the very least, he is no longer as powerless as he was before, only able to run away with his head in his hands.

……

Where is the master?

Not long after Xia Qing left, Zhang Hai and Old Man Zhang hurriedly arrived at the park.

As a result, they were greeted by an empty, pitch-black scene.

For park visitors, this is a time of transition; those who came during the day have already left, and those who come in the evening have not yet arrived, not to mention that no one would come to this unlit fitness park at night.

"They probably went to eat first. I'll send them a message to ask."

Zhang Hai took out his phone and sent a message on WeChat to inquire.

Obviously, there was no way to get a reply; even voice calls went unanswered.

After several unanswered calls, Zhang Hai's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little guilty: "Could it be... that what I said earlier scared someone? Did they run away?"

Are scammers these days really that bad at handling things?
Did you say something out of line?

How could a father not know his own son? Old Man Zhang was furious when he saw Zhang Hai's expression.

(End of this chapter)