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Zian Yan briefly explained the ghost stories.

After listening, Dragon Ball Momo's expression turned serious. He remained silent for a few seconds before suddenly speaking: "Actually, one of the Dragon Ball team members mentioned someone who specializes in this kind of thing."

"What do you mean?"

“There’s a fortune teller in my area called ‘Grandma Sange.’ She usually performs exorcism rituals. You know, we Dragon Ball people are the kind who do a lot of bad things and want some comfort.” Dragon Ball Momo shrugged.

Zian Yan asked, "Is she really capable?"

“I haven’t seen it with my own eyes.” Dragon Ball Momo took out a business card and placed it on the table. “But that flashy guy just appeared out of nowhere, but ghost stories aren’t always… Maybe he’s the local supernatural ability user he’s been looking for.”

Zian Yan nodded: "Okay, let's invite Ayang along."

……

The streets were rather deserted after school.

Zhang Yang followed Zi An Yan and Long Zhu Tao through several alleys and turned into a narrow shopping street.

Two men in black suits stood at the street corner; one had a buzz cut, and the other had a full beard, both wearing Dragon Ball badges on their chests.

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Dragon Ball Momo frowned: "How many times have I told you, don't do this near the school. People will think I'm some kind of delinquent."

The crew-cut man looked up, his expression somewhat aggrieved: "But the team leader said that the young lady's friend encountered a strange tale and must be protected closely..."

“My dad just loves to make a mountain out of a molehill.” Long Zhu Tao sighed and turned to apologize to Zi An Yan, “Yan Zi, I’m sorry for making such a big fuss.”

Zian Yan shook her head: "Uncle was just worried about me."

Zhang Yang interjected, "How many people did your dad send?"

"Block both ends of this street," Dragon Ball Peach said without changing his expression. "About twenty or so."

"That's definitely making a mountain out of a molehill."

Dragon Ball Peach glared at him.

Zhang Yang shrugged.

The three continued walking and stopped in front of a small shop with a faded curtain hanging deep in the shopping street.

The curtain was covered with the four characters “Sanzhi Shenbu” (三枝神卜), written in crooked and messy handwriting, as if it had been scribbled on with a brush.

The plastic sign at the entrance was covered with faded stickers, and below it was a line of small print: "Exorcise evil spirits, bring good fortune and luck, fair prices, honest service to all ages."

The curtain was lifted, revealing a space of less than ten folds.

An old woman was sitting on a folding chair.

Her hair was gray, tied in a bun, and she wore a priest's robe with a string of dark beads around her neck and a round fan in her hand.

The fan is inscribed with the two large characters "Divine Mother".

The stall was small, with a folding table covered with a dark purple tablecloth, and a crystal ball, an incense burner, and a row of glass bottles filled with colorful beads.

The old woman looked up at them and said, "Oh, the young lady from the Dragon Ball family has arrived."

"Grandma Sange," Dragon Ball Momo bowed slightly, "I brought a friend to talk to you."

"What are you going to talk about? Exorcising evil spirits? Removing spirits? Or are you looking to buy amulets?" Takeda Sae's gaze swept over Koyasu Tsubaki, finally landing on Zhang Yang and stopping there.

“…Young man, you have a lot of yang energy.”

Zhang Yang pulled up a folding stool and sat down: "You can tell?"

“The old woman has lived for seventy years; she still has some eyesight.” Takeda Sae examined him carefully for a few more moments. “Tell me, what happened?”

Zian Yan recounted what had happened.

After listening, Takeda Saegusa remained silent for a while, then slowly waved his fan: "The Blood Letter Ghost Story... indeed, quite a few people have died these past few days."

Does your mother-in-law know what happened?

Takeda Saegusa picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip: "You need to understand one thing first: this world isn't just populated by living people. However, the human eye has a filtering function, which is both a good thing and a bad thing."

"Filtering?" Dragon Ball Peach frowned.

“It’s about filtering out things that the human eye can’t see. Most people have this filter on them, so they never see anything dirty in their lives and live a peaceful and uneventful life, which is a blessing.” Takeda Sae smiled. “But the filter can also loosen, or some people are born without a filter.”

She paused for a moment, then said, "People who can see things are called 'yin-yang eyes'."

"The ability to see spirits is also divided into levels. The highest level is able to see the posture of all spirits and even hear their whispers."

"People like this don't live long."

Takeda Sae said calmly, “Spirits have an ironclad rule—as long as they are certain that you can see them, they will become hostile towards you and may even launch a direct attack.”

"Conversely, as long as you can't see them, they won't attack you."

"Of course, it's not absolute, but these spirits that attack people outside the spirit world are often impossible to directly interfere with; they can only possess the person, making them feel depressed."

"And there is a risk of being captured and eaten by something like a 'ghost messenger'."

Takeda Sae breathed a sigh of relief. "The people who can truly be attacked by spirits must have a special constitution and stand in the gap between the Yin and Yang realms. If their Yin-Yang eyes are too powerful, the spirits can even directly affect the physical world."

Zhang Yang hummed in agreement, thought about it carefully, and felt that this worldview seemed somewhat familiar...

Isn't this the worldview of "The Visible Child"?

There really is something fishy going on.

But do the demons in the original work have this level of power?

Zi'an Yan asked, "What about you, Grandma? Which category do you belong to?"

“The old woman’s yin-yang eyes are very blurry. She can only see some vague things. She can see the outline of the spirits, but she can’t see the details. The really dangerous big spirits are invisible to the old woman.” Takeda Sae stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the prayer beads.

Dragon Ball Momo glanced around: "Is there anything on this street right now?"

“They used to be everywhere.” Takeda Sae put down her prayer beads. “But five days ago, they all suddenly disappeared.”

Five days ago?

“Yes, five days ago in the afternoon, around dusk.” Takeda Mie’s gaze turned to the sky outside the alley. “The old woman was sitting here when she suddenly felt a scorching heat sweep across the entire street, as if something had been burned to ashes.”

"Then all the spirits disappeared."

Dragon Ball Peach and Zian Yan exchanged a glance.

"Disappearance means..." Cang

"Fade to ashes," Takeda Sae said calmly. "In an instant, all gone."

Zi'an Yan asked softly, "Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Takeda Saegusa shook her head and said, "I don't know either, but it's a good thing."

Zhang Yang remained silent for a moment, then suddenly activated his eye-refining technique, and a crimson-gold light ignited deep within his pupils.

hum!

His eyes shone like little suns.

Takeda Sae stared straight into Zhang Yang's eyes, her lips slightly parted, and after a long while, she finally uttered, "I see."

"The spirits disappeared five days ago because of you."

“Some people with strong life energy can use their life energy to destroy spirits, but your life energy is like the rising sun; all spirits are burned away in an instant.”

Dragon Ball Momo was slightly taken aback: "You mean... he killed all the demons in Tokyo?"

Takeda Saegusa corrected, "Perhaps all of Japan."

Zi'an Yan nodded slightly and asked the crucial question: "Mother-in-law, what about the ghost stories?"

As if worried that the other party would not understand, she added, "They also seem to be spirits, but we can't see them. We only know that they kill people according to special rules, so they are called ghost stories."

Takeda Sae shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, this kind of rule-based killing method has never appeared in spirits before. This is the first time I've seen it, so I can't help you."

“However, you probably don’t need my help. Just staying by his side is better than any protective talisman,” Zhang Yang shook his head and said, “Unfortunately, I can’t eliminate an enemy of unknown origin from a distance.”

That's the problem.

He was no longer afraid of rules or spirits, but what he hated most was the ability to hide and kill people remotely using only rules.

It seems I have no way to hunt down this kind of enemy...

How about we try our luck at the gacha pool in World 3?

"I'm sorry, I'm really not capable enough to help," Takeda Saegusa apologized again.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "You've been a great help to me. I wonder what Mother-in-law plans to do in the future?"

“I’m planning to retire,” Takeda Sae said helplessly. “Anyway, all the spirits have disappeared now, and I can’t continue in this line of work. As for the only ghost stories I’ve ever encountered, I’ve been working on them for most of my life and I’m really powerless to do anything about them.”

"I'm going back to the countryside to farm with my son. The lease on this land is about to expire, so this is a good opportunity to quit."

She stood up, walked behind the counter, took a rosary from the drawer, and handed it to Zian Yan.

"These are prayer beads I painstakingly crafted when I was young. I'm giving them to you to keep you safe."

Zi'an Yan accepted it with both hands: "Thank you, Grandma."

Takeda Sae waved his hand: "You're welcome. I hope you can get through this safely."

Chapter 108 The Ghost Car and Moving In

It was nearly dusk when the three of them walked out of the shopping street.

Dragon Ball Momo's white beret gleamed softly in the setting sun. She walked at the front, her hands in the pockets of her school uniform jacket, her steps quick, as if she were rushing to do something.

"...So my mother-in-law can't help either."

There was a hint of disappointment in Zian Yan's voice.

“We shouldn’t have expected it in the first place.” Zhang Yang put his hands behind his head and walked slowly behind the two of them. “It’s already more than enough that an old lady who makes a living by selling beads could tell us the truth about spirits.”

Dragon Ball Peach turned around and glared at him: "Can't you watch your mouth at all?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Zian Yan smiled and said, "Taozi, Ayang meant no harm. Grandma really helped a lot; at least we now know the source of the spirits."

"What's the use of knowing?" Dragon Ball Momo frowned. "The ghost stories haven't been solved yet."

Zhang Yang said calmly, "My mother-in-law said that as long as I'm by your side, it's more effective than anything else."

Zian Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

Dragon Ball Peach frowned even more deeply.

She stopped and turned around, standing between Zian Yan and Zhang Yang: "Hey, you, don't try to take advantage of this."

Zhang Yang tilted his head: "When did I gain an advantage?"

"Were you flirting with her just now?"

“I’m telling the truth.” Zhang Yang spread his hands. “My mother-in-law said it herself, and you were there too.”

Dragon Ball Peach choked a little.

These words did indeed come from her mother-in-law, and she couldn't refute them.

But she always felt that Zhang Yang's words had ulterior motives.

Longzhu Tao became increasingly wary, grabbed Zian Yan's hand and took two steps forward, leaving Zhang Yang behind, saying, "Yanzi, don't be fooled by him. This kind of playboy is all talk and no action; he doesn't say a single truth."

Zhang Yang wasn't angry. He took a step forward and whispered in Longzhu Tao's ear, "Longzhu, are you so nervous because you're afraid I'll steal your best friend away?"

Dragon Ball Momo's shoulders twitched, and he quickly turned his head, a blush rising on his face beneath his beret: "Who, who's afraid!"

"It's good that you're not afraid." Zhang Yang straightened up, his tone light. "But speaking of which, you've been blocking her way the whole time, so I can't see my senior and can only look at you. And as I look at you, I realize that you're actually quite cute."

Dragon Ball Momo's eyes widened: "W-What did you say?!"

“I said you’re quite cute,” Zhang Yang repeated. “Your blue hair and white beret look great, but your expression is a bit fierce.”

Dragon Ball Peach opened his mouth, wanting to curse, but swallowed the words back.

The blush on her face deepened.

Zian Yan stood quietly to the side, watching the two interact.

She found herself feeling somewhat conflicted.

Peach shielded her from a bullet; she should be grateful.