Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 152 When poor, use tactical flanking maneuvers; when rich, use overwhelming firepower.

Backlund.

West End.

No. 166 Hat Street.

"Sir Steve, how much did you make this time?"

"Ha, not much, just enough for us to go to an unlicensed brothel a few times!"

Outside a detached house, Steve, a member of the Rose School and a vengeful spirit, thrust his hips in a pose that any man would understand, eliciting a lewd laugh from Tyr, the werewolf beside him.

"It was Steve who had the foresight to kill the captured Rune soldiers and then come back with their belongings to demand payment."

"Then, we'll be using the Rune people's money and sleeping with their women in Backlund, hahaha!"

At this point, the werewolf Tyr couldn't help but beam with joy. Clearly, this act of getting free Rune brought him immense pleasure, no less than slaughtering the Rune soldiers in the Southern Continent.

As for whether killing prisoners and going to their homes to collect payment would be immoral, he didn't care.

Anyone who dares to raise a gun in the Southern Continent will be killed, one by one, two by two!

Besides, he already paid the prostitute, what more do you want from him?!

"It's all thanks to Lord Jax's excellent teaching!"

The vengeful spirit Steve stuffed the five hundred pounds of cash in his shirt pocket, then took out fifty pounds of cash that he had prepared beforehand from his trouser pocket and handed it to the werewolf Tyr who was staring at him expectantly beside him.

"Half of this belongs to Jason, don't forget to give it to him!"

Steve, with his greasy slicked-back hair, glanced around and gave the instructions again, clearly indicating that this vengeful spirit, who had inherited Jacks's true skills, was even more greedy than his "teacher."

Just then, in the deep darkness of the night, beside the bright gas streetlights, a figure tirelessly ran towards the spot. His speed was so fast that it could rival that of a galloping horse.

"Lord Steve, my zombie just saw Marich!"

Before he arrived, his voice preceded his arrival. The zombie Jason was right beside the vengeful spirit the next second, eagerly reporting what he had found while gathering intelligence.

"Where!?"

Upon hearing that his mission had finally made progress, the vengeful Steve's eyes instantly lit up with a green light. He stared intently at his subordinate, telling him to stop being mysterious and get to the point.

"It's also in the West End, just a few blocks away from us!"

Without hesitation, Jason the zombie spilled out all the information he had just gathered, a cold and cruel smile on his face, as if he had finally caught the little mouse hiding in his house.

"Great! Let's follow him discreetly; that way we're sure to find Sharon's location!"

The greasy, slick-back-haired vengeful spirit immediately gave the order, instantly becoming ethereal and rushing swiftly in the direction indicated by its subordinate.

If possible, it wouldn't be a bad idea to kill that zombie first and then use psychic abilities to obtain information!

……

"Ordinary people...we can't involve them!"

With her pale blonde hair and azure eyes, the vengeful spirit Sharon's heart wavered.

Clearly, the appearance of these people completely disrupted her plans.

Honestly, there wouldn't be any problem if the plan proceeded as scheduled, except that it would likely end up causing these three ordinary people to meet their deaths.

Especially that seemingly frail blond boy; his small arms and legs might not be able to withstand the corrosive power of the undead inside the house.

"Miss Vengeful Spirit, there's really no need to go to such lengths. They seem to be here to explore. Why don't you just scare them away?"

But the white-haired, blood-red vampire didn't think so; she didn't want the money-making opportunity she had worked so hard for to slip away.

Elsa Brin's mind raced, her blood-red eyes fixed on the vengeful spirit that was silently floating in mid-air, as she offered her suggestions.

"Um."

A faint, ethereal response suddenly rang out, echoing through the empty, dusty bedroom. Just like in those ghost stories, the vengeful spirit vanished without a trace in an instant.

……

"Damn it, why are there chains locking the door?!"

"Hazel, it would only look strange if it weren't locked up!"

Seeing her best friend's foolish appearance, the blonde and blue-eyed Audrey Hall chuckled inwardly, while a flawless smile appeared on her face.

In this environment where she didn't need to care about other people's opinions, the noble lady smiled especially happily.

At that moment, most of Audrey's fear and dread of the unknown vanished, and she realized that her friend was really good at easing the tension.

This noble lady, who had only recently entered the mysterious world, was particularly focused on tonight's adventure, as it was her first time venturing out of her house at night.

"Sigh~ Audrey, you've gone astray. You're no longer the good girl your parents used to talk about."

The noblewoman sighed inwardly, and then saw Mr. Fate step forward and remove the hairpin from Hazel's head. He then aligned the small part of the hairpin with the keyhole and quickly unlocked the rusty iron lock.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Ron gave a haughty hum, glancing disdainfully at the shameful thief beside him and the "uneducated" noble lady behind him who couldn't even pick a lock.

His expression, filled with knowledgeable superiority and disdain for those who knew nothing, made Audrey Hall lower her head once again, blushing with embarrassment.

"No way, picking locks and sneaking in isn't exactly proper knowledge; even a normal person wouldn't know how!"

Suddenly, the noble lady was slightly startled and realized something was wrong. A thought flashed through her mind, and she was about to look up to explain when she saw that Mr. Fate and Hazel had already squeezed through the crack in the open door and were a good five or six meters away from her.

A cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept across the back of Miss Beauty's neck, causing her tension and fear, which had just subsided, to surge up again.

Although she was already a spectator and an extraordinary being, the chilling aura emanating from the house before her suggested that there might really be vengeful spirits or ghosts inside!

"Wait for me, Mr. Ron!"

Audrey Hall called out nervously and embarrassedly, then crouched down and struggled to squeeze through the narrow doorway.

Just then, as she stood up, her emerald-green eyes swept across a glass window on the second floor of the house.

Something seemed to flash by above, resembling a pale, bloodless face.

The noblewoman's breath hitched, and she tightened her robes, as if this would bring her a touch of warmth in the cold, winter-like courtyard.

The banker's daughter pursed her lips, then touched the expensive Sun Holy Water and dozens of Sun Domain talismans she had bought at Mr. A's party, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Brothers, I'm out of shape today, so only two updates.

(End of this chapter)