I have a ghost diary

Some say that the old master made a vow before his death to forever guard the underworld and protect the Lin family, which is why his status is so extraordinary.

Although there are many different opinions, the custom has already been formed, and later generations naturally will not delve into its origins.

Finally, Lin Daosheng had a wife and a son.

This was quite rare in those days. Which wealthy man didn't have multiple wives and concubines, and which one didn't believe in the saying "many children, many blessings"?

As for his son, he married five wives, and it is said that each of them had children; but now, it seems that Lin Daosheng's direct descendants are reduced to only one family.

Wang Lei had also had contact with that family; it was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing special.

At this point, the trail of Lin Daosheng ended, since it was impossible for Wang Lei to travel back to the Republican era and have tea with the old man Lin Daosheng in person.

It is worth mentioning that Wang Lei did not seem to explain to the research institute headquarters that the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall had become so special.

Even his assistant, Luo Yifeng, was unaware of this matter, only knowing that there was something strange about the ancestral hall.

On this point, Chu Jiang decided to follow the example of his predecessors and take a break for now.

This ancestral hall might have other uses, such as allowing one to enter before being completely corrupted by a ghost and use that special power to suppress the ghost within their body.

Of course, there are definitely risks involved, and the risks are unknown. At least Chu Jiang has no plans to go back in the short term.

As night fell, Chu Jiang did not leave the company that night; in other words, the company was his home.

That same night, strange and eerie events were unfolding in other parts of Luohe City...

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The People's Hospital of the city, second floor of the inpatient department, sixth floor.

Ward 601 is occupied by only one patient, a young man who looks to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

He had a wild, unruly hairstyle and wore a blue and white striped hospital gown. Unfortunately, he had broken one leg, which was in a thick cast, and he could only sit up in bed.

It was already 10 PM, but the man didn't turn on the light. He was just frantically tapping his phone screen with both hands, yelling, "Holy crap! Do you even know how to use this game?"

"Where are my teammates? Where are my teammates? Help!"

"Damn it, another one's dead..."

After putting down his phone, the man looked up at the sky helplessly, and then he said to himself in grief, "If I could do it all over again, I would definitely not choose the path of becoming a live streamer."

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly shivered. Why was he feeling a little cold?

With a creak, the ward door seemed to be pushed open by something...

The man wasn't flustered; he simply turned to look at them with a serious expression. "Why are you only arriving now? Did you buy the Coke?"

There was no response from outside. In the deep darkness of the night, the man could only see a blurry figure slowly walking in.

"Oh, you've grown wings, haven't you? Speak up, or your salary will be docked."

The figure seemed completely unconcerned about the man's threat; it came over, drifting towards him.

Once the other party got closer, the man who had originally intended to teach his underling a lesson froze.

By the light emanating from the phone screen, one could vaguely make out a tall, black, human-shaped shadow.

It is three-dimensional, but it has no face or features; and it has dark, intersecting lines that form square grids on its body.

On the chest of this figure, there are even four-pointed stars and the center point.

If you ignore the strange patterns, from the man's perspective, it's just a somewhat unreal figure in black. But is a person without a face still a person?

The man lowered his head in fear, muttering to himself, "I had a nightmare, it must have been a nightmare. Goodnight, I'm going back to sleep."

It's not that he's stupid, it's that his leg is broken and he has nowhere to run, so he might as well play dead.

Before the man could even lie down and bury his head like an ostrich, a heavy wooden chessboard appeared on his lap.

The chessboard appears to have been around for many years; its overall color is deep and dull, reflecting no light whatsoever. Although there are signs of insect damage on its edges, it looks very clean overall, without a speck of dust.

The moment the chessboard was placed on his body, the man felt a chill run through him, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Brother, let's talk this out. Could you move the chessboard a bit? My leg is broken, you know. We have to respect the patient, right?"

Without waiting for any response, the man swept aside the bottles and jars on the bedside table, then picked up the heavy chessboard and placed it on the bedside table.

Chapter 108 Playing Chess

Unexpectedly, as soon as the man finished moving the chessboard, it swished back onto his lap.

That's not all. The ghost beside the hospital bed climbed onto the bed, seemingly intending to sit across the chessboard. But here's the problem: the man's legs were propped up on the opposite side of the chessboard, meaning the ghost would sit on his body...

"Stop!" the man yelled as he painfully lifted his right leg, which was in a cast, off the bed, managing to land just before the other person touched him.

As the man turned, the ghost appeared opposite him, sitting on the hospital bed next to him.

The man was filled with grief. He had no time to think about why he was so unlucky. He just pulled hard with both hands and dragged the wheeled bedside table between the two hospital beds.

In this way, the black chessboard moved to the bedside table on its own.

"Brother, what do you want? Can you give me an answer?"

While trying to keep the other person calm, the man grabbed his phone. With his head down, he used the bedside table for cover, trying to call his family for help, or at the very least, call the police.

"What's your name, brother? Do you smoke? My name is Xu Shengtian, you can just call me Xiaotian."

As Xu Shengtian pressed the keys on his phone, cold sweat began to pour down his face. There was no signal? The network had also dropped? Wasn't it working at the beginning?

What he didn't notice was that ever since this ghost with its markings entered the ward, the world seemed to gradually fall silent. Even the distant lights outside the window dimmed, losing their vibrant colors...

The ghost opposite him ignored Xu Shengtian's "mutterings to himself".

Once the chessboard was in place and the players were in position, the ghost placed his right hand on the chessboard; immediately, two bowls of chess pieces appeared on both sides of the chessboard, one bowl of black pieces and one bowl of white pieces.

After his attempts failed, Xu Shengtian had no choice but to put his phone aside. He said somewhat awkwardly, "Um, I don't know how to play Go. How about Gomoku? I'm really good at that."

Unexpectedly, this remark seemed to have touched upon some taboo of the ghost.

When Xu Shengtian saw it, the other party suddenly opened his eyes! Yes, rather than opening his eyes, it was more like his eyes were being forced open and split open from his face, which looked extremely terrifying.

Those were a pair of cold, lifeless gray eyes, devoid of any emotion.

"Big brother, wait!" Xu Shengtian cried out in alarm, raising his hands high. "I can learn! Teach me! I'm very smart!!"

He was cursing under his breath. If he hadn't broken a leg, he would have run away long ago. Why would he be here befriending a ghost?

Is this a ghost? It looks like a ghost. Today is really eerie...

Seeing the ghost staring intently at him, neither speaking nor killing, Xu Shengtian felt uneasy and slowly lowered his hands.

He quickly said, "Brother, why don't you connect me to the internet? I'll take out my phone right now and learn the rules of Go. Don't worry, give me ten minutes, and I'll become a Go master in no time!"

Before Xu Shengtian could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

He then realized that the ghost opposite him had extended an index finger and pierced straight into his forehead!

Xu Shengtian only noticed the extra hand in front of him after he felt the pain.

In that instant, Xu Shengtian even lost the feeling of fear. He felt his thoughts being ripped away, his life slipping away, as if he were being put into a coffin and buried deeper and deeper into the earth...

After a long time, or perhaps only a second, the ghost who opened its eyes withdrew its right hand.

Then Xu Shengtian felt himself come back to life. He gasped for breath, his body covered in cold sweat. He nervously touched his forehead, only to find that he wasn't injured.

Even more incredibly, Xu Shengtian suddenly discovered that he knew how to play chess. This included what "liberties" were, what "capturing" was, what "living stones" and "dead stones" were, and he even knew how to handle "ko fights".

This almost dumbfounded him. This ghost can teach people to play chess? You'll learn just by poking you?

Before Xu Shengtian could react, the ghost opposite him had already closed its eyes again, reverting to its featureless appearance.

Moreover, it makes its move, playing white first; before making its move, it places a white piece in the upper left corner of the four-pointed star.

Xu Shengtian immediately cleared his mind of all distractions and focused on playing chess. He picked up a black piece, afraid that if he didn't follow along, the ghost on the other side would eat him.

At this moment, Xu Shengtian really wanted to play the center point of the board, Tianyuan, to show off his domineering style!

But reason told him he couldn't act recklessly. They were playing a game of seating arrangement, where they had to place two black and two white pieces on the four-pointed star before it could officially begin.

And so, in room 601, a human and a ghost began playing Go...

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After making do with sleeping at the company for one night, Chu Jiang decided to spend some time renovating his bedroom. He already had pitifully little sleep, and if he couldn't even sleep soundly, it would be even worse.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jiang had just sat up from the sofa when he received a phone call.

He picked up his phone and saw it was Xu Xiaoxiao.

Although their last meeting was brief, Chu Jiang still sent Xu Xiaoxiao his phone number afterwards.

As the person in charge, it would be very easy for him to find Xu Xiaoxiao's phone number.

When Chu Jiang heard the call coming in, she assumed it was about her grandfather, so she calmly picked up the phone and answered, "Hello."

"Chu Jiang, something's happened to my cousin, it seems like he's been haunted!"

Xu Xiaoxiao's first words made Chu Jiang's tone turn serious, "Your cousin?? Wasn't he hit by a car and hospitalized?"

"That's right, but he did encounter a ghost at the hospital late last night. He's terrified and completely listless. If you have time, please come to the People's Hospital."

"Don't rush, tell me first, what kind of ghost did he encounter, and how did he survive?"

To be honest, Chu Jiang was quite surprised. He thought Xu Xiaoxiao's unlucky cousin was dead, since not many people can survive encountering a ghost.

"It was like a chess-playing ghost that kept my cousin playing chess all night long, leaving him exhausted and with dark circles under his eyes."

This surprised Chu Jiang again. Someone had encountered the Ghost Chess Game and actually managed to escape alive? This was the first case of its kind.

Send me the building number and room number on my phone, and I'll be there right now.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Jiang immediately packed up and headed to the hospital.

This is a crucial clue, and Chu Jiang is also very curious about this talent.

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When Chu Jiang arrived at the ward, it was already half an hour later.

Room 601 was quite lively at the moment. Besides Xu Xiaoxiao and the patient in bed, there were five or six energetic young men. They were all dressed in matching black suits and ties, and they were all comforting their boss.