I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

Chung Kau forcibly suppressed the urge to buy something and shifted his attention to the "Faith Value," which showed a value of 87.

"System, did your math teacher teach you PE? The Li family has 104 people offering incense, how come they only have 87 faith points?" he questioned on the spot.

"The system calculation is correct."

A cold, mechanical voice announced, "Of the 104 people, only 87 are truly devout. The remaining 17 have impure motives and still harbor doubts about the host. The host can sense the thoughts of the believers on their own."

"How do you sense it?"

"When believers offer incense, their thoughts create mental fluctuations that the host can actively receive. Do you wish to activate perception permissions?"

"Open! Open it now!"

As soon as the permissions were granted, one hundred and four chaotic thoughts flooded into Zhong Jiu's mental world like a tidal wave.

He randomly clicked on one, and the face of a middle-aged man instantly appeared:

[Name: Li Sanjing; Devotion: Devout]

[A plea from the heart: Inspector, please have mercy and quickly rid us of this evil spirit! My child is too scared to go to school!]

Zhong Jiu nodded knowingly, then clicked on another one, this time a slick-haired young man:

[Name: Li Ming; Faith Level: Doubtful]

[Thoughts: Is this inspector really that capable? If he could give me a few million, I'd kowtow to him every day!]

Zhong Jiu's lips twitched. Did this guy think he was a money-giving boy?

He simply clicked on each one to read, as if he were flipping through a "collection of human wishes": some people wished for peace, some wished for prosperous business, and some wished to find a partner as soon as possible. Fortunately, because his title of "Ninth-Rank Inspector" was too uncommon, the wishes were not too outrageous. Most of them hoped that Guiling City would return to peace.

Zhong Jiu only stopped clicking his fingers when he saw Li Wanqiu's thoughts:

[Name: Li Wanqiu; Faith Level: Die-hard]

[Thoughts: The Inspector saved my whole family. If I could see him with my own eyes, I would gladly offer incense to him every day.]

The little girl's thoughts were pure and full of longing, and Zhong Jiu felt a warmth in his heart for no reason.

I finally understand. Faith value depends entirely on the believer's sincerity. Fulfilling their wishes can deepen their faith, while failing to do so may cause them to lose followers. Being a god takes more effort than being an inspector!

"Being a god is too hard! It's more tiring than fighting a hundred evil spirits!"

Zhong Jiu rubbed his temples and then remembered what the system said about "faith points being a necessary condition for leveling up." He couldn't sit still any longer. So it wasn't about grinding monsters to get promoted, but about accumulating "fans"!

He immediately turned on his computer and searched through information on "becoming a god through incense offerings" and "techniques for harvesting faith." From the local earth god in the East to God in the West, the conclusion was the same: deities cannot exist without incense offerings and faith. Even the Jade Emperor in "Journey to the West" needed offerings from the people!

Just as he was racking his brains over the post on "how to quickly accumulate followers," his phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.

Who is it?

Chung Kau casually picked it up.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Chung Kau, the landlord? I'm your tenant, Ng Yuen-ying..."

The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was soft and timid, with a hint of sobbing, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

tenant?

Zhong Jiu paused for a moment before remembering that his parents had left behind two houses after they passed away. He and his sister lived in one house, and he entrusted the other house to an agency to rent out. A three-year lease was signed a year ago, and the tenant had never met Zhong Jiu. He relied solely on the agency to relay messages and collect rent.

After all, Chung Kau was busy catching ghosts and leveling up, and had long forgotten about his identity as a "landlord".

"It's me. What happened?"

Zhong Jiu softened his tone, but he was secretly calculating in his mind. This tenant's rent accounted for half of his monthly income, so he had to take good care of his bread and butter.

"I...I want to terminate my lease..."

Wu Yuanying's voice was barely audible, trembling as if afraid of being overheard, "I'll give you your deposit as a penalty for breach of contract, I just want you to terminate the lease immediately!"

"Can I cancel the lease?"

Zhong Jiu clicked his tongue, pulled out the rental contract from his memory, and said, "You signed a three-year contract, and you've only lived here for a year now. The penalty for breach of contract can't be covered by the deposit."

"I know! But I really have no other choice!"

Wu Yuanying's voice suddenly rose, then she hurriedly lowered it again, "I'm not the only 'person' in this house! When I change clothes or take a shower, I always feel like there's a pair of eyes watching me. I haven't dared to take a proper shower for almost a week!"

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow, his tone instantly turning serious: "You mean, you're possessed by an evil spirit?"

"I...I'm not sure..."

Wu Yuanying's voice was pleading, "Landlord, could you please come and take a look? I'm a girl alone here, I really don't dare to stay here anymore, even just to give me some courage!"

A woman living alone invited her strange male landlord to her apartment; she was truly terrified.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Zhong Jiu's eyes narrowed. Was it another evil spirit causing trouble?

He was lacking both "performance" and faith points, so why wouldn't he take the business that was offered to him?

"Don't be afraid, stay in a safe place and don't move. I'm coming over now."

Zhong Jiu hung up the phone, grabbed his coat, and felt the Demon-Slaying Sword burning slightly at his waist.

For him, making money is not difficult; what is difficult is finding the time. However, the rent is the economic foundation for him to focus on his work, and he cannot be careless about his livelihood.

More importantly, some filthy thing dared to haunt his house, which showed that they didn't take him, the inspector of the underworld, seriously!

……

When Chung Kau arrived at the residential area by taxi, Ng Yuen Ying was huddled in the study, hugging a plush bear that was half her size, and trembling like an electric motor.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

In the empty living room, the sound of dripping water was particularly jarring.

The sound had been going on for three days. Wu Yuanying searched the whole house but couldn't find the leak. She even thought she was hallucinating from fright. But the day before yesterday, when she was changing clothes, she suddenly heard a greasy, silly laugh behind her.

As a top female live streamer in Guiling City, she was preparing to start a live stream when she was so frightened that she immediately turned off her camera.

From then on, those invisible eyes never left her. She dared not take off her clothes when taking a shower, dared not turn off the lights when sleeping, and her dark circles were as heavy as a panda's.

During the live stream just now, the chat suddenly exploded, with the screen filled with messages like "Yingzi, run! There's someone behind you!"

She turned around and saw no one there. She was still joking with her viewers when she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck. Her heavy breathing was right next to her, and the cold air felt like ice, making her feel like her soul was leaving her body.

Wu Yuanying screamed and shut down the computer, then hugged her teddy bear and hid in the study, locking the door behind her.

Before she could even feel safe, the door lock clicked open by itself, and an invisible shadow walked in and stood opposite her.

She could clearly feel that lewd gaze sweeping over her, and she didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Only one thought remained in her mind: Is this fairy going to die here today?

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, accompanied by a clear male voice: "Is anyone home? I'm the landlord, Zhong Jiu."

The light of hope instantly illuminated Wu Yuanying's world!

Ignoring her fear, she flung open the door and saw a handsome young man in a white T-shirt standing there. Before she could get a good look, she jumped up and clung to him like a sloth hanging from a tree: her hands around his throat, her legs around his waist, and she was hanging on Zhong Jiu like a human pendant.

Zhong Jiu was completely dumbfounded. What was going on?

Is it a honey trap? Or a new type of staged accident scam?

It wasn't until he heard suppressed sobs from inside her that he realized the girl was truly terrified.

"Waaaaah, landlord, you're finally here! Help me! This house is haunted!"

Zhong Jiu frowned as he walked into the room. A thick, eerie aura hit him, almost choking him. "Get down first. I can't do anything if you're hanging on me."

"No! I'm scared!"

Wu Yuanying hugged her even tighter, squeezing the soft flesh of her chest out of shape.

"If we keep hanging like this, the ghosts will come out and we'll both die together."

Chung Gau had no choice but to reveal his true colors.

These words were more effective than anything else, and Wu Yuanying immediately jumped down as if she had been electrocuted.