"They deserve it. If they could control themselves, they wouldn't have ended up like this."
Lan Jing felt no sympathy for the people who had been killed. He was worried about Zheng Qinqin's growing malevolence and the potential harm to innocents.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
The instrument in Lan Jing's hand continuously beeped.
Zhao Yan turned back and saw that the instrument in Lan Jing's hand resembled a mobile phone, with ten small red lights on it.
"What is this?" Zhao Yan asked, puzzled.
Lan Jing replied, "This is something we produced. Its name is the Yin Detector."
"It's specifically designed to check the density of Yin energy in the surroundings."
Zhao Yan became curious, pointing to five of the ten lights that were red. "What does it mean when five red lights are on?"
Lan Jing explained, "It means the Yin energy here has exceeded the standard. Usually, when three red lights are on, reinforcements are needed. I've traveled extensively and dealt with many strange matters, but this is the first time I've seen five red lights."
As he spoke, Lan Jing felt a bit uneasy. "Miss Zhao, perhaps we should call for backup."
Call for backup?
Zhao Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."
Although she didn't need backup, she agreed to put Lan Jing at ease.
Zhao Yan walked into room 603 of the hotel.
As soon as she stepped into the hotel room, she felt a chill emanating from within.
The talisman in her hand lit up, dispelling the Yin energy.
Zhao Yan entered the room and surveyed it.
A layer of white mist floated on the ceiling, and the room was very cold, as if she had entered a freezer.
Beside the bed, Zhang Quan knelt on the floor, his body stiff.
Zhang Quan's face was filled with unwillingness.
Human eyes can express many emotions, but Zhang Quan's gaze held no hint of regret.
He truly deserved to die.
"Miss Zhao, be careful. The moment we got close to Zhang Quan's body, something in the room fixed its gaze on us. It must be Zheng Qinqin."
Zhao Yan hummed in acknowledgment and quickly walked towards Zhang Quan. As she took about two steps closer, a killing Yin energy surged out from somewhere in the room.
The talisman on Zhao Yan's chest buzzed and turned to ash.
She continued to walk towards Zhang Quan.
Upon reaching Zhang Quan, Zhao Yan produced a talisman.
Before the talisman could be placed on Zhang Quan, it was repelled by a surge of Yin energy. She could feel Zheng Qinqin rapidly approaching.
A black mist tightly enveloped Zhang Quan's corpse. Zheng Qinqin, dressed in white, stood behind Zhang Quan, her hostile gaze fixed on Zhao Yan as if declaring ownership.
"He's mine. No one else can touch him. I want him to kneel forever."
Zheng Qinqin raised her hands, her arms rapidly extending, reaching for Zhao Yan's neck.
Zhao Yan dodged to the side. The extended arms continued to stretch outwards, like flexible water snakes,η»θΏ her behind.
Zhao Yan quickly pulled Captain Liu back, tugging him to the left.
This pull caused Zheng Qinqin's hands to miss.
Zheng Qinqin floated in mid-air, her pale eyes fixed on Lan Jing.
A white mist spewed from Zheng Qinqin's mouth. As Lan Jing inhaled it, his head felt as if it were being torn apart, and he gritted his teeth in pain.
He felt as if he were about to be strangled. The Yin energy of the vengeful spirit tightly enveloped him. Anything he did now was futile. His eyes, filled with a desire to survive, turned to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan took out her money sword, preparing to stab it into Zheng Qinqin's forehead.
Simultaneously, she held a talisman and smeared it on the money sword, causing it to emit a golden light.
Just then, Lan Jing's phone slipped from his pocket.
The phone displayed a family photo as its wallpaper, especially a picture of Lan Jing holding a little girl, with everyone in the family beaming with smiles.
Zheng Qinqin's malevolent gaze held a hint of envy. Her hand involuntarily touched her stomach.
Seeing Zheng Qinqin loosen her grip, Zhao Yan felt a touch of surprise.
Judging by Zheng Qinqin's actions, she was not entirely consumed by malevolence.
As long as she wasn't completely enveloped by malevolence, it meant Zheng Qinqin hadn't completely lost her humanity.
"Scram! If you come any closer, I'll kill you all," Zheng Qinqin said chillingly.
Zhao Yan replied, "I bet you won't."
She continued to walk forward.
"If you come any closer, I'll kill you!" Zheng Qinqin threatened darkly.
All the Yin energy radiating from her enveloped Zhao Yan.
Captain Liu and Lan Jing were filled with panic. They raised their hands, wanting to grab Zhao Yan's wrist.
Especially seeing the dense Yin energy completely engulfing Zhao Yan, they felt a sense of dread.
Zhao Yan's actions were no different from suicide.
What's more, Zhao Yan had actually discarded her money sword.
This left them utterly bewildered. As they reached out to stop her, Zhao Yan waved her hand.
"Miss Zhao..." Captain Liu tried to persuade her, but Lan Jing grabbed his wrist and shook his head at him.
"Miss Zhao must have her reasons."
"Don't force me!" Zheng Qinqin gritted her teeth.
Zhao Yan stated, "You won't kill me."
"Because your eyes still hold love."
Zheng Qinqin burst into laughter, her voice filled with mockery and self-deprecation. "Love."
She had loved someone, only to end up in this state.
"If you come any closer, I'll kill you, and then all of you!" Zheng Qinqin roared angrily.
"Get lost!"
Seeing Zhao Yan approaching, Zheng Qinqin's hair surged forth, countless strands dancing on the ceiling.
Lan Jing and Captain Liu's hearts were in their throats.
They looked at Zhao Yan, who had a smile on her face, devoid of any fear.
"Miss Zhao is truly formidable. She dares to approach Zheng Qinqin without anything in her hands."
Lan Jing noticed that the five red stars had jumped to seven.
At the same time, a danger warning sounded.
"Damn it, seven red lights! I've never seen a situation like this."
"Miss Zhao, come back quickly!"
Lan Jing and Captain Liu quickly strode forward. As they approached, they were blown back by the Yin energy, falling heavily to the ground.
"Miss Zhao, don't go any further," Lan Jing shouted in panic.
"Die!"
Zheng Qinqin roared, and a surge of Yin energy erupted from her. Her fingernails were like sharp bayonets.
If they pierced Zhao Yan, she would surely lose her life.
Her sharp fingernails stopped at Zhao Yan's neck.
Zhao Yan gently caressed the ghost's belly and said, "Your child is still alive."
Zheng Qinqin froze for a moment, then let out an incredulous roar, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"If it were dead, there should be a ghost infant beside you. But not only is there none, but there's also a trace of Yang energy. Can't you feel your child?"
Fearing it was a trick by Zhao Yan, Zheng Qinqin retreated several steps, maintaining a safe distance from Zhao Yan. She only remembered that before she died, she had promised an old man that if she gave him a soul and a spirit, her great revenge could be achieved.