Chapter 42: About to Meet

Her eyes were full of fierce anger. “That’s only because of that wretched woman…”

“Because of what? Because she trusted you, her so-called best friend, and that’s why you started coveting her husband?”

Shen Chujin’s eyes darkened, her voice cold.

“Or maybe it’s because she was too trusting, so you deliberately set her up to make her witness you and her husband doing shameful things here? That way, she’d be disappointed and leave, and you could take over her place?”

Hearing Shen Chujin’s words, the ghost’s pupils widened in shock.

“How do you know?!”

Shen Chujin sneered, “I know more than that. I also know that when you set her up, your real goal was to ruin their marriage. But you didn’t expect their love to be so strong. Even if you stood naked in front of her husband, he wouldn’t care. And she believed he would never betray her.

At that moment, you lost control of your emotions. You originally planned to catch your best friend and teach her a lesson, but you slipped, fell backward, and hit the sharp corner of the coffee table, dying instantly.

After death, your spirit lingered on the fifth floor for a long time, filled with resentment.

At first, you couldn’t show yourself or harm anyone.

But as time passed, your resentment grew stronger, and you began to harm people maliciously.

Especially women who looked pure and innocent—you tormented them cruelly, leaving them half-dead, and you even caused the death of a living person!”

Seeing that Shen Chujin was completely right, the ghost lowered her head and let out a soft laugh.

Then the laughter grew louder and wilder.

“Hahaha, you’re right! I do want to kill them! Who told them to look so much like that wretched woman!”

Seeing the ghost had no remorse, Shen Chujin lost interest in continuing.

“In that case, I’ll send you to where you belong.”

Her eyes turned cold as she quickly condensed talisman papers and slashed them toward the ghost.

The ghost’s eyes flashed, she tried to dodge but was too late.

She was terrified in her heart!

The club had sent masters before to exorcise her,

But she only released some dark energy, scaring them off.

Why was this woman so terrifying?!

She had no chance to resist at all!

“You… what are you going to do?”

In pain, the female ghost struggled to speak.

Shen Chujin raised an eyebrow calmly, her eyes steady and emotionless. “I’m sending you to… the Eighteenth Layer of Hell.

You will pay the price you deserve for what you have done.

Amid a series of agonized screams, the ghost’s shadow grew weaker and weaker.

Beneath her, a rotating circular light disc appeared, covered with mysterious patterns and symbols no one could understand.

After a burst of white light, the ghost instantly vanished.

—

Manager Zhao nervously paced outside the door.

He prayed silently that this time the ghost would be subdued.

If even Master Shen couldn’t handle it, then he was truly doomed.

He didn’t hear the ghost’s screams because Shen Chujin had set a talisman barrier.

Otherwise, those screams would definitely have attracted a crowd.

That would have been impossible to explain.

Just as Manager Zhao was anxiously pacing back and forth, the door opened.

He instinctively stepped back several paces, cautious and alert.

Only when he saw it was Shen Chujin who came out did he breathe a huge sigh of relief.

He hurried forward, “Master Shen, how did it go?”

As he spoke, he secretly glanced inside the room.

“No problem now. You can go in and see for yourself.”

“Really?” Manager Zhao was a bit surprised.

Then he realized what he said sounded like he doubted Master Shen’s ability.

He quickly corrected himself, “I’ll go in right away!”

He mustered up his courage and stepped inside.

To be honest, he was still a little doubtful.

This was solved way too… quickly!

The reactions of those previous masters made him think that the evil spirit inside must be very powerful and difficult to deal with.

So he believed that even if Shen Chujin could eliminate it, it would take a lot of time and effort.

But now, it had only been about ten minutes since Shen Chujin went inside — less time than it takes to take a quick poop — making it hard for him not to doubt whether the evil spirit was truly dealt with.

What he didn’t know was that, for ordinary practitioners of mystic arts, that female ghost was indeed difficult to handle.

The so-called masters he hired didn’t have advanced skills. Even if they could deal with it, they wouldn’t risk their lives just to earn some money.

After all, given the time, they’d rather take on simpler tasks that bring quick cash.

Who would risk their life fighting a ghost whose power matches or even exceeds their own just for money?

For Shen Chujin, although her spiritual state was a bit unstable, dealing with a ghost of this level was still easy.

In the end, the problem was that too many practitioners in this world were just pretenders.

A junior disciple from her sect in her past life could have handled a female ghost at this level.

Manager Zhao trembled as he cautiously walked inside.

He had expected a chill to hit him the moment he entered, so he had deliberately braced his neck in advance.

But…

It was so hot!

He stood up straight, feeling the warm air around him, and his eyes immediately lit up.

He quickly turned on the corridor lights.

This time, the lights didn’t flicker or go out randomly, instead, they shone brightly.

Good!

It was really over!

Overjoyed, Manager Zhao ran a lap around the entire fifth floor to confirm everything was truly fine, then he eagerly ran back to Shen Chujin.

“Master Shen, you’re amazing!”

The problem that had troubled him for so long was solved so simply!

Since she had already taken the fee upfront, Shen Chujin didn’t ask Manager Zhao for any more money.

But Manager Zhao felt it wasn’t appropriate and gave her a Supreme Gold Membership Card for Night Mystery.

This card, as everyone knows, is not something just anyone can have.

At Night Mystery, you need to spend at least one million in a single transaction to apply for this card.

It is a symbol of status and identity.

“This card has already been preloaded with five hundred thousand. Next time you come with friends, you can spend directly, and all your bills will get a 10% discount.”

Don’t underestimate that 10% discount.

The spending here is never low, a bottle of premium liquor, after discount, can save you tens of thousands.

Shen Chujin felt she wouldn’t use this card and was about to refuse, but Manager Zhao raised his hand, signaling her to wait.

Then he answered a phone call.

“What? Someone’s causing trouble?”

“Okay, I’m coming right now.”

He smiled apologetically at Shen Chujin.

“Master Shen, I have to—”

“Go ahead, I’ll go down myself. I won’t use this card, I’ll return it to you.”

“No, no,” Manager Zhao hurriedly pushed the card toward Shen Chujin. “If you don’t accept it, it means you look down on old Zhao.”

Shen Chujin: …

What does that have to do with looking down or not?

Manager Zhao didn’t give her a chance to refuse again and quickly left.

Watching him walk toward the corridor on the right side of the fourth-floor elevator, Shen Chujin pursed her lips and put the card into her space talisman.

Forget it, might as well keep it for now.

Just as she was about to take the elevator, she saw several drunken men and women heading that way.

Shen Chujin raised her brow slightly, chose not to continue forward, and instead turned to take the stairs.

Just as she reached the corner between the fourth and third floors, a gentle scent of fragrant smoke slowly drifted toward her…