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

The garage was pitch black, and it felt as if countless eyes were watching him in the darkness.

Zhong Jiu roared, "Stop hiding! Come out and face your death!"

The voice-activated lights snapped on, and under the dim light, the entire garage was a gruesome sight: long drag marks on the ground, brown blood seeping into the cracks between the floor tiles, and the walls covered with countless bloody handprints, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

"Hehe...Are you here to die?"

A sinister voice came from the corner, and a middle-aged woman was "crawling" out—yes, crawling!

Her body was coiled in two at the waist, with her upper body moving out first, followed slowly by her lower body.

What's even more frightening is that her arms and legs were broken into pieces, pieced together like Lego bricks, with some parts flattened, clearly indicating that they had been crushed by heavy objects.

An ordinary person would have wet their pants in fear, but Zhong Jiu only frowned slightly before returning to normal, muttering, "So it's a ghost who died a violent death. No wonder it's so full of resentment."

He had done his homework before coming: a month ago, a major car accident had occurred here, in which two heavy trucks collided, and a woman who was passing by was caught in the wheels and crushed to death on the spot.

Ghosts who died violently are already filled with resentment, and their desire for revenge is ten times stronger than that of ordinary evil spirits.

The system's virtual panel instantly popped up with the following information: Kill Value 176, Level: Level 2 Evil Ghost.

"So what if it's level two? You killed 176 people; that's enough to get you sentenced to have your soul scattered a thousand times over!"

Zhong Jiu stepped forward, and the Soul-Binding Lock flew out with a "whoosh," shouting, "Take it down!"

"Where did this brat come from, daring to meddle in my business!"

The ghost of the violent death let out a shriek, but instead of dodging, it suddenly raised its hand.

The bloody handprints on the wall suddenly came to life, and withered arms stretched out from them, reaching out to grab Zhong Jiu like a tidal wave.

Zhong Jiu stood motionless, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He knew the evil spirits' tricks all too well: first, they would create illusions to scare people into submission, then strike once their yang energy dissipated. But he was a legitimate soul messenger from the underworld; such tricks were like child's play to him.

Countless arms gripped his body, causing excruciating pain, but Zhong Jiu didn't even blink; it was all an illusion!

The real killer move is hidden behind the illusion.

Sure enough, the Soul-Binding Lock had already entangled the soul of the violently deceased ghost, and the black mist was sizzling and corroding her body.

"Impossible! How come you're not afraid of my illusions?"

The ghost of the violent death panicked, its ferocity erupting completely: "I'll tear you to pieces, I'll let you taste what it's like to be crushed into mincemeat!"

She suddenly opened her mouth, and countless jet-black hairs shot towards Zhong Jiu like venomous snakes, moving so fast that they were just afterimages.

"evil creature!"

Zhong Jiu's eyes turned cold, and he swiftly drew his ghost-slaying staff from his waist, smashing it down hard on the hair. With a loud bang, the hair instantly turned into black mist, and the violently deceased ghost let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The Ghost-Slaying Stick is the natural nemesis of ghosts; each strike can shatter their souls.

Zhong Jiu lunged forward and slammed the ghost-beating stick down three times in quick succession. The violent ghost, which had been baring its fangs and claws just moments before, was now cowering into a ball, its soul trembling, its bloodshot red eyes filled with terror.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a ghostly figure rushed out from the side and struck Zhong Jiu heavily on the waist with a ghostly palm, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

Chung Kau immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, swung his staff and turned around, only to see the back of a female ghost figure that quickly disappeared into the night.

At this moment, I feel a dull pain in my lower back, as if some evil energy is invading my kidneys.

We were careless; we didn't even notice the lurking evil spirits launching a sneak attack!

"Hahaha... You've fallen victim to that wicked demon's sinister palm strike; the consequences will be dire!"

The vengeful spirit of the violently deceased let out a bloodcurdling laugh, "If you spare my life, I can help you find that wandering ghost!"

"Your violent death is pitiful, but every wrong has its perpetrator, and taking your anger out on innocent people deserves to die!"

Zhong Jiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tightened his grip, and the Soul-Binding Lock instantly contracted. "Submit to the law!"

The screams of the violently deceased abruptly ceased, turning completely into a cloud of black smoke.

Zhong Jiu immediately opened the system panel, his eyes lighting up instantly. One level-two ghost was actually equivalent to ten level-one ghosts!

The progress bar for 300 items jumped forward significantly.

"This is a huge win! From now on, I'll only target level 2 ghost hunters; my leveling speed will double!"

Zhong Jiu stroked his chin, and four words suddenly popped into his mind: Huida Building.

That place was a "disaster area" in the news, where hundreds of people were killed. The evil spirits inside were definitely not simple.

Although I was accidentally struck by the sinister palm of a wild ghost, I can still withstand it.

Chung Kau tried his best to suppress the chaotic evil energy surging within his kidneys and slowly walked towards the Huida Building.

Even before getting close to the building, a chilling aura wafted over.

The whole street is deserted. The authorities moved everyone away a long time ago, and all the shops along the road have their doors and windows nailed shut. It's like a ghost town.

He quickly calculated with his fingers, his expression turning serious: "There's at least one level-three vengeful ghost inside!"

Looking up, the Huida Building was brightly lit, and people in suits could be seen passing by the windows from time to time. Some were carrying documents and hurrying along, while others were writing on their desks, just like normal people going to work.

Zhong Jiu gasped, "What a 'ghost company'! Has it turned the entire building into a ghost town?"

Only vengeful spirits of level three or above can condense a ghost realm. In the ghost realm, vengeful spirits are the heavens, and the souls of the dead will be trapped inside, repeating the actions of their previous lives, and will never be able to be reborn.

Zhong Jiu gripped his ghost-beating stick. He could crush level two ghosts, but entering the ghost realm of a level three vengeful ghost would be like offering himself up as food.

"Read widely and select carefully; accumulate knowledge and then unleash it concisely!"

Zhong Jiu glared at the brightly lit building, turned and left, but he kept this score firmly in his mind.

"Once I'm promoted to Inspector and command a hundred ghost soldiers, I'll raze this den of demons to the ground and drag out all the scum inside, crushing them to dust!"

Chung Kau walked through the streets and alleys in the morning mist until he strangled the last little devil hiding in the trash can before leisurely heading home.

Just as he took out his key and inserted it into the lock, he suddenly stopped. His keen intuition told him that someone had entered the house, and it was someone he knew.

A pair of gleaming Doc Martens sat in the entryway; they weren't his.

A crisp military green jacket hung on the hanger, its epaulets gleaming softly.

Zhong Jiu's eyes crinkled as he caught the aroma of eggs wafting from the kitchen, and he immediately headed towards it.

Sure enough, a slender figure stood in front of the stove.

A beige apron was tied around her slender waist, and her neat ponytail hung down her back. Her eyebrows and eyes were clear and cool, and her skin was so white that it was like snow. A pair of long, white legs were exposed outside her short skirt, which made her tough military academy student's aura softened with a touch of domestic gentleness.

"Chung Ying-mei? Why are you back?"

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow, watching his younger sister turn around with a steaming bowl of egg drop soup in her hand. A barely perceptible hint of relaxation was hidden in the coldness in his eyes.

Zhong Yingmei just graduated from military academy and was assigned to a unit in the provincial capital. Normally, she has to book tickets in advance to return to Guiling City even during the Spring Festival. How come she has come back after only a few months?

She didn't reply, but placed the egg drop soup on the table and said calmly, "Let's eat."

Zhong Jiu didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down and took a big bite of the pancake. The warm egg drop soup slid into his stomach, and he sighed contentedly.

Zhong Yingmei stared intently at Zhong Jiu with wide eyes, and asked coldly, "Are you a human or a ghost now?"

Zhong Jiu's heart tightened, and he almost spat out the pancake in his mouth.

How could they have noticed that?

Could it be that my sister has also awakened some kind of ability?

Because he was accidentally struck by the Ghost Palm, his face turned deathly pale due to the influence of the evil energy within his body, and he constantly exuded a sinister aura.

As he was pondering this, Zhong Yingmei rolled her eyes, her tone laced with sarcasm: "I read that 'suicide note' you sent. It was more sentimental than a college entrance exam essay. I thought I'd only be able to collect your body when I got back."

So that's what it was all about.

Zhong Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to meet his sister's reddened eyes.

In that instant, he swallowed back all the explanation that was on the tip of his tongue.

Who is Chung Ying-mei?

The provincial military academy's well-known "Iron Lady," who didn't shed a single tear even after breaking her arm during an exercise, is now actually red-eyed.

"sorry."

Chung Kau stirred the egg in the bowl with a spoon, his voice softening, "It won't happen again."

These five words caused Zhong Yingmei's tense shoulders to collapse instantly.

She quickly wiped away her tears, picked up her bowl, took a big gulp, and mumbled, "It's good that I'm alive."

She didn't say that she was on a mission when she saw the email, and immediately asked her boss for leave. She bought a ticket back to Guiling City overnight, and her heart was in her throat the whole way.

Seeing her like this, Zhong Jiu felt warm inside and picked up the empty bowl to go to the kitchen to add more rice.

What happened next left Zhong Yingmei completely dumbfounded. Half a pot of egg drop soup and seven or eight pancakes were devoured by Zhong Jiufeng in a flash.

That wasn't all. He patted his stomach, then set up a pot and cooked eight bundles of noodles and ten eggs. He slurped them all down before letting out a satisfied burp.