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The female ghost hanging under the streetlight suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs: "Awooo, I hate it so much~ Ah~ Ah~"

"..."

The night was quiet; no insects could be heard chirping.

A gust of wind blew by, and the female ghost hanging under the street lamp swayed from side to side, much like the pendulum in an old clock, her body swaying uncontrollably as she hung by her neck.

The cracking sound of bones and ropes being pulled was extremely jarring in the darkness.

"Your tone was melancholic, but I didn't feel any outward emotion from you. When you're a ghost, don't try to be opportunistic. Mechanically honing your lines won't help. Remember, the most important thing in being a ghost is emotion, emotion that bursts out from within... By the way, are you really a hanged ghost?"

Tan Wenjie looked up and stared at the female ghost above.

"Ah, you pervert!" the female ghost screamed, covering her skirt with both hands.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He now has a very strong urge to subdue demons and monsters.

"Snapped!"

The streetlights suddenly went out, but the next moment, Tan Wenjie snapped his fingers and they suddenly came back on.

He turned to look at the lamppost. The female ghost who had been swinging under the lamppost just moments before was now clinging to the lamppost with both hands and feet, creaking as she slid down.

The female ghost noticed the streetlights suddenly turn on, turned around, and looked at Tan Wenjie with a startled expression: "You!"

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to make this transition." Tan Wenjie snapped his fingers again, and the streetlights went out once more.

He wields the power of lightning, allowing him to easily control circuits and even remotely control them.

Now he has basically moved away from the days when he needed to rely on vision for positioning and capture.

Even without the streetlights, the female ghost's figure was still clearly visible in the moonlight. However, the female ghost seemed convinced that no one could see her as long as the lights were turned off. She jumped to the ground, straightened her clothes and hair, and then jogged up behind Tan Wenjie, taking a deep breath to prepare herself.

"3, 2, 1, start!"

As soon as the female ghost finished speaking in a low voice, the streetlights that had been turned off came back on.

Tan Wenjie did not turn around, but he was aware of all of the other party's movements.

"Thud~" A ghostly hand pressed down on Tan Wenjie's shoulder.

"I hate it so much—ah, what are you doing! Hey, hey, it hurts, let go!"

The instant her hand touched Tan Wenjie's shoulder, Tan Wenjie instinctively grabbed her wrist, twisted it sharply, and simultaneously turned to the side, pinning the female ghost under his feet.

The posture was somewhat unsightly.

The female ghost's chubby face was pressed against the ground, squeezed and deformed, and her mouth also pouted.

"Wait, are you really a mage?"

"You're lucky, you found the real deal."

Female ghost: "..."

If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to encounter the genuine article.

Tan Wenjie grabbed the female ghost's head and lifted it up like a shopping bag, looking it over from side to side and occasionally making clicking noises as he shook his head.

As he released her grip, the moment the female ghost landed and regained her freedom, Tan Wenjie suddenly spoke: "Did you die from overwork?"

The female ghost, who had just gotten up, immediately turned her head to the side, and said defiantly but not confidently, "I hanged myself because I was deceived by a scumbag. I was so angry that I chose to hang myself."

Seeing Tan Wenjie looking at her with suspicion, she forced herself to raise her chin. "What, you don't believe me? Otherwise, why would I be so resentful?"

"With such weak resentment, don't try to glorify yourself." Tan Wenjie bluntly exposed her, "Zhou Xiaoping died from overwork."

He possesses a small portion of the judge's abilities. He might not need them to see powerful ghosts, but for a minor ghost like Zhou Xiaoping, he can strip her naked, leaving her with no secrets whatsoever.

Female ghost Zhou Xiaoping: "Damn it, you're already dead, give me some face, okay?"

As a sorcerer, you can catch ghosts if you want, but why are you opening other people's boxes? You think you're so great just because you know magic?

Having dealt with ghosts for so many years, Tan Wenjie knows very well what a "good background" is like among ghosts. Even though the basic operating rules of different worlds are different, some parts are universal.

First, the ghosts must have died with resentment. Female ghosts who die for love are generally able to rise to prominence. Examples include Kayako and Chu Renmei.

Secondly, there's the method of death. Being murdered, raped, or hanging oneself with resentment are all considered superior ways to die. The more tragic and resentful the death, the more likely it is to give birth to a vengeful ghost.

The most classic example is hanging oneself at midnight dressed in red. If it is a suicide due to love, then it is as if one died with a silver spoon in their mouth.

"Has it ever been featured in social news or trending on social media?" Tan Wenjie continued to ask.

"Waaah, please stop talking." The female ghost squatted down and buried her face in her arms, crying. She was no longer the fierce ghost she had been. Her dark circles and sobbing appearance were completely different from the shrill look she had when she was hanging under the street lamp.

In life, she was just an ordinary female ghost, and in death she was just as pathetic. She finally managed to scare someone here, but she ended up kicking a hornet's nest and being insulted so badly that she lost all courage to continue being a ghost.

Tan Wenjie looked down and asked, "Why are you scaring people here?"

"Because... I don't want to disappear."

"disappear?"

“When I was alive, I had nothing that people would remember me for. After I died, even my family members gradually stopped visiting my grave,” said the female ghost Zhou Xiaoping. “I have been forgotten. If I can’t get a visa, I will completely disappear from this world and my soul will be scattered.”

A person experiences three deaths in their life: the first is the physical death sentence, the second is the funeral attended by everyone to say goodbye, and the third is being forgotten.

That's just a more poetic way of putting it.

The problem must lie with that so-called visa.

What kind of visa were you talking about?

"A ghost certificate; once you get the visa, you can continue being a ghost."

……

"To become a vengeful ghost, you must become famous and be able to scare people."

The female ghost Zhou Xiaoping tidied herself up simply, looking clean and neat like a student still in school. She adjusted her glasses, and through the lenses, one could see the clarity in her eyes.

A human and a ghost came to the park, and Zhou Xiaoping kindly explained the rules of being a ghost to him.

Unlike those murderous madmen, they take a different path. They don't want to actually kill or harm people; they just want to exist forever, so they choose to scare people.

"Scaring people is our performance record. Only with good performance can we get visas. Almost every ghost wants to become the queen of ghosts. If we can have our own urban legend, we won't have to worry about visa issues for many years."

A longing shone in Zhou Xiaoping's eyes.

"The Ghost Queen?"

"Because female ghosts are more talented in creating horror, male ghosts are less likely to scare people, especially in the fabrication and creation of their identity and background stories, where they are less malleable than women and children."

It even got involved in the creation of literary works.

Even ghosts are getting more and more complicated these days. The current economic climate is tough, and nothing is easy.

As the man and the ghost were chatting, a figure suddenly darted out from in front of them, bringing with it a gust of cold wind as it rushed towards Tan Wenjie.

"Wow--!"

A fierce ghost suddenly appeared, and the distance between the ghost's face and Tan Wenjie's nose was only about one finger's width.

With a hideous face and howling cries, Zhou Xiaoping was so frightened that she crouched on the ground, covering her head, while Tan Wenjie stared at her expressionlessly.

The ghost and the man's eyes met, their gazes locked.

The blood-stained ghost face went from being furious and resentful to being somewhat guilty, then its eyes darted around, and finally it took a step back to create distance and chose to give way.

"I'm sorry." The ghost bowed deeply in apology.

During that eye contact, she felt as if she were staring at a dignified leader, and unconsciously wanted to apologize.

Then she realized something was wrong; she was a ghost.

How can a ghost be afraid of people? I'll take the blame for this achievement myself!
Just as he was about to bare his teeth.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Tan Wenjie used one hand to subdue the ghost, who had almost no strength to resist. The ghost's body twisted and folded rapidly, turning into a ball in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let go of me! It hurts so much, my back is going to break!"

The female ghost Zhou Xiaoping covered her mouth and chuckled. Seeing that others were just as unlucky as she was, her mood instantly improved.

Tan Wenjie, holding the ghost ball, asked, "Do you have a certificate for being a vengeful ghost?"

"Yes! Of course!" Meng Gui obediently stretched out a hand and handed his ID to Tan Wenjie.

【Ghost Certificate (Ritual Implement): A certificate that allows a ghost to remain in the mortal realm and be seen by others. It is issued annually and expires after that.】

"Is your visa about to expire?" Tan Wenjie glanced at the date on his document.

In a dozen days at most, the fierce ghost in front of you will vanish into thin air.

"Yes, I haven't scared anyone for months."

The other little ghosts thought that everything would be fine once they got the Ghost Certificate, but they didn't realize that getting the certificate was just the beginning.

Tan Wenjie held the ghost certificate between two fingers in front of his eyes, tilted his head back, and examined it by turning it over under the park's streetlights.

He released the demon, and the demon, which had been squeezed into a ball, immediately stretched out its body.

His body swelled up rapidly like an inflating balloon, and he twisted his body to wipe his face.

Tan Wenjie looked him up and down: "I underestimated you."

Suddenly, the female ghost Zhou Xiaoping pressed down on her skirt with both hands.

Tan Wenjie: (￢_￢)
There's no need for that. You can smear yourself as a pervert, but you can't smear your own aesthetic sense.

There's no need to hide things you don't have.

"What are some ways to get a Ghost Certificate?" Tan Wenjie tossed the Ghost Certificate to the fierce ghost.

The document gave him a strange feeling, like a talisman or edict, yet it carried a faint ominous aura, as if it came from the abyss.

The ghost spilled everything he knew like beans from a bamboo tube: "If you participate in a talent show and are lucky enough to be noticed by an agent, you'll have the opportunity to create your own story. If your online viewership skyrockets, you can soar to the top. Even if you can't become a legend, joining a team will allow you to get a renewed ghost certificate. If everyone works together to create a good urban legend IP, the chances of survival will be higher."

"Ok?"

Tan Wenjie mistakenly thought he had misheard.

The world of ghosts is developing too fast; it's easy to fall behind if you're not careful. Who would have thought that ghosts would start holding talent shows?

"If you are good enough to create your own unique urban legend, you can directly ask your superiors for approval and approval."

"Who?"

"Sir."

"The officer is in charge of managing us. He doesn't care where we come from. As long as we can complete the performance and targets he gives us, we can get the Ghost Certificate and stay here forever."

Tan Wenjie glanced at the two ghosts.

One of their ghost certificates is about to expire and cannot be renewed, while the other doesn't even qualify for a ghost certificate. Even if what they say is everything they know, its veracity cannot be guaranteed. They must see the official in charge of issuing visas.

"Where is the officer located?"

"He usually stays in the office, working on detecting ghosts and reading urban legends online."

"Take me to him."

"Yes!"

Although Tan Wenjie looked hostile and aggressive, he realized that the real trouble was with his superior, not him.

Zhou Xiaoping raised her hand and asked cautiously, "Could we hide by the door when the time comes?"

If a fight really breaks out inside, a kid like me who goes in and gets caught in the crossfire might die. Even if I don't die, what if Tan Wenjie loses and the superior holds a grudge?

Those who lead the way are always the most deserving of death.

Tan Wenjie: "Lead the way."

Zhou Xiaoping nodded: "Oh, but..."

Tan Wenjie: "Lead the way."

Zhou Xiaoping: "Oh."

He raised his hand twice, and only shut up after confirming it was useless.

One person and two ghosts arrived at the bus stop.

The pale green light from the sign illuminated half of Tan Wenjie's face.

An uncle riding by on his bicycle glanced at him curiously, and suddenly his vision blurred as he noticed that there seemed to be two women next to Tan Wenjie.

In the blink of an eye, the two women disappeared again.

"Damn, he seems to have drunk too much."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and gently tapped his head.

"Beep beep!" A bus suddenly appeared from around the corner.

Fortunately, the man had slowed down earlier; he was just startled by the car that suddenly appeared.

"Damn it!"

As he passed the bus, his gaze unconsciously swept across the window illuminated by its ghastly green lights.

It was already this late, but the bus was strangely full of people.

Because of that curse he just uttered, everyone on the bus turned to look at him.

"Gulp." The uncle swallowed hard, his nerves on edge.

My heart was pounding wildly.

With a snap, the streetlights flashed, and the lights inside the car went out as well.

When it lights up again.

"Oh!"

Pairs of pitch-black hands pressed against the bus bed, as if countless vengeful ghosts were trying to break free.

The window was open, and a hand was sticking out.

"what--!!"

The man screamed in fright and abandoned his car, running away in a frenzy.

The lights flashed again, and everything inside the bus returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

The car came to a complete stop, and the door opened.

Tan Wenjie glanced around the car as soon as he got in. It was cramped and crowded, with only one young man sitting in the back seat, whispering to each other and seemingly talking excitedly about something.

The two friends he was chatting with had very obvious gashes on their heads, clearly indicating that they had died in some sudden accident.

The only surviving young man was unaware of this and continued chatting enthusiastically with his two ghost friends.

"I always feel this car is chilly and feels very cramped," the young man said, rubbing his arms.

The two ghost friends shook their heads: "How could that be? You must be mistaken."

"Really?" the young man asked, somewhat uncertainly.

His gaze was fixed on Tan Wenjie, and he whispered, "Look, he seems to be coming alone. Could it be one of those things? I heard that a lot of... evil things have appeared recently."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Because of the word "dirty thing," all the non-human things in the car turned their heads to look at the young man. They maintained their upright posture, but no matter where they were, they would forcefully twist their heads to look over.

The most outrageous thing was the old lady sitting in front of him. Her neck was twisted 180 degrees, almost face to face with the young man, but the young man didn't feel anything at all.

If nothing unexpected happens tonight, this guy will have a hard time surviving until dawn.

"Ahem." Tan Wenjie cleared his throat.

He didn't mean to meddle; he just had nothing better to do and wanted to get involved.

One by one, the figures turned to look at Tan Wenjie. Compared to the young man protected by the two kids, Tan Wenjie was the real, more attractive Tang Monk meat.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before?!"

A powerful burst of lightning energy erupted from his body, terrifying all the ghosts and monsters inside the vehicle into immobility.

"Hiss." The young man was still whispering with his friends. "He really does give off a dangerous vibe. Hey, what's wrong with you guys?"

He found his two friends clutching their heads in fear, as if they were suffering some unbearable pain.

"Go home quickly." Tan Wenjie walked over and patted the other person on the shoulder. "It's dangerous here, not suitable for you."

The bus fell silent again, but unlike before, all the ghosts dared not breathe loudly, fearing that they might inadvertently provoke Tan Wenjie's wrath and be struck dead by his lightning.

"Uh, thank you." The young man neither agreed nor refused; he simply thanked him instinctively, then hesitated and didn't dare say another word.

When the bus stopped at the next stop, the young man grabbed his two friends and tried to get off quickly.

"Um, we have something else to do."

After Tan Wenjie's gaze swept over them, the two friends didn't dare to go down with him.

"what?"

"Hurry up, we really have something to do."

After the young man left, the two friends wanted to speak, but Tan Wenjie didn't even look at them.

“Um, Master.”

"Looking for me?" Tan Wenjie asked, puzzled.

“We didn’t mean to harm him, we just hadn’t had a chance to tell him that we were both dead.”

"Oh, then why are you telling me?"

"Because you just forbade us from being with him..."

"Really?" Tan Wenjie asked in confusion. "Who are you?"

The two ghosts: "..."

Damn, that's incredibly disrespectful to ghosts.

The car wobbled along at night before finally stopping in front of a building.

As Tan Wenjie got out of the car and left, all the ghosts in the car breathed a sigh of relief.

The oppressive atmosphere was so strong that they forgot they were ghosts and didn't need to breathe at all.

Guided by the two female ghosts, Tan Wenjie arrived at the door of an office.

Raise your hand and knock gently on the door.

"Please come in."

Pushing open the door, Tan Wenjie found many ghosts standing inside, as if receiving a lecture, each with their heads down and remaining silent.

Only one male ghost wearing glasses was saying something.

He looked up at Tan Wenjie with a puzzled expression.

"people?"

His gaze passed over Tan Wenjie and landed on the two female ghosts behind him.

"Who are you two?"

“That…” The female ghost Zhou Xiaoping was about to explain.

Tan Wenjie grabbed a stack of yellow paper at random. Not having thought about what to write on it, he casually made a few strokes and even drew a smiley face symbol in the corner of the talisman.

The function of a talisman is to communicate with heaven and earth and the gods. What if he himself is a god?

With a casual toss, yellow talismans covered in various graffiti flew towards the officer.

"This is hilarious! Who could this thing possibly hurt?" The officer laughed as he looked at the yellow paper being thrown at him.

But the moment the yellow paper touched his body, lightning burst forth and transformed into a large, well-defined hand, grabbing the officer like a mouse, leaving only his head exposed.

Lightning erupted, and the commander's body began to convulse violently, with a faint abyssal evil energy emanating from him.

Its soul began to flicker rapidly, as if a signal had been lost, becoming increasingly unstable. Its body convulsed violently before finally disappearing.

The entire office fell silent.

Tan Wenjie sat at his superior's desk and waved to the female ghost in the distance: "Ice water, thank you."

The female ghost tremblingly brought over a glass of ice water.

"Don't panic, everyone. I have a stable personality and rarely hurt others."

Look at what you just did, and see if you believe that statement!
Tan Wenjie opened the drawer and took out a seal and a stack of unstamped ghost certificates.

"I see." Tan Wenjie suddenly realized.

He had felt a sense of familiarity with the Ghost Certificate before, and now he realized that this was another way of using incense offerings.

The difference is that gods need incense and faith, while vengeful ghosts collect the faith of those they frighten, actually see ghosts, create fear, and spread it.

Tan Wenjie put down the documents and looked at everyone in the office: "From now on, I'm the one in charge here."

Having a big fist is all it takes to be powerful. (End of Chapter)