Chapter 1

It's said that after the house was abandoned, people would hear indescribable sounds coming from inside at night. If the rumors online are true, then this house not only has ghosts, but they're all lustful ghosts.

Don't think that because Jasmine was already in a special profession, it doesn't matter if she enters a place like this and gets ravaged by ghosts. Ghosts and humans are different. Just like normal people and ghosts can't coexist under the same roof, women in brothels can't handle real lecherous ghosts.

When doing that kind of thing, the contact between the two sides is extremely close, to say the least. Humans are yang and ghosts are yin. Yin and yang are like water and fire. Forcibly twisting them together, what good can come of it?

Especially when a person and a ghost are going at it, both the human and ghost bodies are wide open. The little bit of yang energy on Jasmine's body will soon be like a matchstick in the wind under the tidal wave of yin and evil. It'll flicker a couple of times and then turn to ashes.

If Jasmine spends the night in this haunted house, what we'll see tomorrow will definitely be a dried-up corpse.

I drove the car directly to the villa's entrance. The villa gate was tightly closed, and through the bars, I could see that the flowers and plants in the villa's courtyard had all withered and died, replaced by many messy locust trees. Some were relatively young, just small saplings, while others were old trees with roots already protruding from the ground.

Locust trees are a fast-growing species, but not this fast, right? It's only been a few years since this villa was abandoned. How has this locust tree grown to the size of two people embracing it? Such an old tree must be over a hundred years old. Moreover, the old tree has lush branches and leaves, with no signs of heavy pruning, so it wasn't transplanted here.

If this locust tree wasn't already here before the villa was built, then there must be something under the villa that's causing the locust tree to grow so quickly.

It's not that I want to waste ink writing about a locust tree, but the locust tree is a bit special. If it were any other tree in the yard, I wouldn't mention it at all.

How do you write the "locust" (槐) character? Ghost (鬼) + wood (木). How can this thing not be yin? Locust trees attract ghosts. How many families do you see planting locust trees in their yards? Now the villa courtyard is full of locust trees, truly exuding a ghostly aura.

I parked the car outside and didn't touch the villa's gate. Instead, I climbed over the wall and slowly approached the villa's house.

The locust tree's branches and leaves were so dense that they blocked all the sunlight from the doors and windows. Although it was daytime, the villa's rooms didn't have any natural light, and it was so gloomy it could drip water.

Is there any need to look at the feng shui of a haunted house like this? Anyone can tell that this place isn't fit for the living. If it were converted into a columbarium, it might even be a booming business.

If you really want to adjust the feng shui here and have living people live here, then they should go to the Celestial Masters. Feng shui genius Qin Tianming might have a solution, but I don't know much about feng shui. I really don't have that ability.

I reached out to push the front door of the villa's first floor. Before my hand could touch the door, it opened by itself. A sturdy man with nostrils pointing to the sky appeared at the door, carrying an exaggerated broadsword in his hand. It was like the kind of knife used by gangsters in Hong Kong movies from the eighties and nineties when they were fighting on the streets.

"Wan Qian, long time no see. How have you been?" The strong man looked at me like I was a lamb to be slaughtered.

I know this person. Fan Xingjian. I saw him a few days ago at a classmate reunion. He's a sports student, in the same grade as us, but not in the same class. He once pursued Bai Tingting with great fanfare, but how could Bai Tingting look at such a well-developed simpleton?

But Bai Tingting is the kind of person who doesn't clearly reject people she doesn't like. She always makes people feel that they can catch up with a little more effort, but she's never on the same track.

Later, Bai Tingting offended some gangsters from outside the school and was surrounded. Fan Xingjian played the hero, fighting six of them, fracturing his left leg, and missing the physical education entrance exam. It can be said that his entire future was put on Bai Tingting.

What did Fan Xingjian get in return for such a painful price? All he got were a few words of thanks, a few tears from Bai Tingting, and a bouquet of flowers sent to the hospital. And then, there was nothing else.

When I went to the classmate reunion a few days ago, the classmates were still discussing how Fan Xingjian was still not giving up on Bai Tingting. Now it seems that it's true. Not only has he not given up on Bai Tingting after so many years, but he still hasn't given up even after Bai Tingting married a big boss. He still hasn't given up even after Bai Tingting broke her leg and had her face ruined.

This kid is quite infatuated and persistent, but he was unlucky enough to fall in love with Bai Tingting. What a waste of a heartthrob.

I glanced at Fan Xingjian and didn't have any kind words for him: "What? After your unremitting efforts, you've finally successfully become Bai Tingting's dog, guarding this haunted house for her?"

"Today, I'll let you know who the dog is." Fan Xingjian's style was also quite straightforward. Without any more nonsense, he threw a punch straight at my nose.

Would I let him hit me? What a joke. What are my skills? Would I let a mere sports student bully me?

I stared at Fan Xingjian's fist, waiting until his fist was only an inch away from my nose, waiting until the smile on Fan Xingjian's face was at its widest, then I suddenly twisted my waist and moved my upper body away.

Fan Xingjian has always been very confident in his skills. Although he doesn't study Sanda, he always felt that he was better than those who specialized in Sanda. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fought six people alone back then.

I seriously suspect that when he fought those gangsters for Bai Tingting, it was to deliberately show off, to show Bai Tingting how brave and strong he was.

It's not like Fan Xingjian was so insidious that he found someone to block Bai Tingting, but when he found that Bai Tingting was surrounded, there was really no need for him to fight six people head-on.

According to those gangsters, they later confessed that when they saw Fan Xingjian rushing over fiercely, they were actually scared. Although there were more people on their side, Fan Xingjian was too strong, and he was acting like he was going to die.

Those gangsters originally planned to say a few polite words and find an excuse to get out of there, even clasping their fists at Fan Xingjian and calling him "brother," but Fan Xingjian wouldn't let it go and insisted on teaching them a lesson. They were forced to defend themselves in desperation.

As for breaking Fan Xingjian's leg, there was really no other way. If they didn't completely knock him down, he would never stop messing around.

Now, Fan Xingjian is still using this reckless fighting style against me. That punch was aimed at knocking me down directly, without any room for maneuver. So, when my head suddenly disappeared from his sight, he was doomed.