This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

"Something's not right? How is it not right?"

Zhang Chen immediately became interested, his hand holding the soup bowl freezing in mid-air. His eyes lit up; his professional instincts kicked in again.

Wang Xiaoer also raised his head and looked at Lin Qingya.

Lin Qingya seemed to hesitate for a moment, organizing her thoughts.

"I can't really say, maybe I'm just being too sensitive."

She said softly, "The apartment I rented was fully furnished, and the furniture and appliances were all new."

"But after I moved in, I always felt that it was colder inside than outside."

Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow: "Is the air conditioning set too low?"

"No." Lin Qingya shook her head, looking somewhat confused. "It's not the kind of cold that comes from air conditioning, it's more like... a damp, cold chill. Even if it's a sunny day outside, you can't feel any warmth inside."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further.

"Moreover, I can occasionally hear some strange noises at night."

"It sounded like someone wearing socks walking very lightly on the wooden floor, the sound was very faint, right in the living room."

"I mustered up the courage to turn on the light several times to look, but there was nothing there."

She gave a wry smile, looking somewhat helpless.

"I initially thought it was just psychological, that I was still adjusting to the new place, or it was the noise from my upstairs neighbors."

"But last night..."

Lin Qingya's face paled slightly, as if she had recalled a scene that frightened her.

"I poured a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. I'm sure the glass was at least a fist's distance from the edge of the table."

"There was no wind in the room at the time, and I didn't move. Fugui was also sleeping at my feet."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"That glass, right in front of me, slid...slowly towards the edge of the table, then fell and shattered."

The entire office fell silent.

All that remained was Fugui's soft snoring.

Wang Xiaoer tightened his grip on the soup bowl.

Although he had experienced something like this before, listening to Lin Qingya's description still gave him the creeps.

A cup slid off the table by itself without any external force.

This scene is too bizarre.

After Lin Qingya finished speaking, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

She looked at the two of them somewhat embarrassed.

"Besides bringing soup, I also came here today hoping you could help me take a look."

"But I also feel that this matter is too mysterious, and I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, so I'm embarrassed to say it directly."

After hearing this, Zhang Chen's sly smile disappeared.

He put down the soup bowl, his expression turning serious.

He and Wang Xiaoer exchanged a glance.

Needless to say, this is most likely due to encountering something "unclean".

Ordinary wandering ghosts usually only affect a person's mind, causing nightmares or auditory hallucinations.

Something that can affect real-world objects is quite sophisticated.

"It's no big deal!"

Zhang Chen thumped his chest loudly and said, making a big promise.

"Miss Lin, don't worry, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. We'll take care of this!"

His tone was relaxed, carrying a reassuring quality.

"After you finish this chicken soup, we'll go with you to take a look."

Wang Xiaoer silently drank his soup without saying a word.

While listening to their conversation, he also diverted half of his attention to continue practicing the "gathering qi" technique within his body.

After what happened last night, he was filled with resentment.

He no longer wanted to be the "Tang Monk's flesh" that needed to be protected.

He needs to quickly learn how to conceal his "luck".

Lin Qingya was initially delighted to see Zhang Chen agree so readily, but then asked with some concern.

"Won't it be too much trouble? If any rituals are needed... what will the cost be..."

Zhang Chen waved his hand, interrupting her, and laughed heartily.

"Talking about money among neighbors can damage relationships!"

He pointed to the pot of fragrant chicken soup on the table.

"This soup is enough! It's more worthwhile than any reward."

A blush rose on Lin Qingya's cheeks, her heart filled with gratitude.

"Well... thank you so much."

The bowl of soup was finished quickly.

Zhang Chen packed his canvas bag, and Wang Xiaoer also stood up.

The three people and the cat left the agency and headed to Lin Qingya's new home.

Lin Qingya's rented apartment is in the residential area behind the firm, only a ten-minute walk away.

The community has a great environment, with shady trees and brand-new buildings.

By all accounts, it doesn't look like a haunted place.

Lin Qingya's home is on the sixth floor.

At the end of the stairs was a clean and bright corridor.

She walked to a door at the end of the corridor and took out her key.

"This is it."

"Click".

The door lock was opened.

As the door was pushed open a crack, a faint, chilly aura leaked out from the gap and rushed towards us.

This cold air is completely different from the cold air from an air conditioner.

It wasn't pungent, but it carried a sticky, damp feeling, like the wind blowing from a cellar, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

Fugui, the orange cat that had been following behind, suddenly stopped.

It arched its back, growled softly, and its orange fur stood on end as it warily stared into the doorway.

Zhang Chen's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He glanced at Fugui, then at Lin Qingya, who remained completely oblivious.

It seems that the things in this room are a bit more troublesome than he expected.

Wang Xiaoer silently maintained his "conserved energy" state.

He concealed his aura to the extreme, making him appear as inconspicuous as a roadside stone.

He followed behind Zhang Chen, one foot just stepping into the room.

The moment I stepped inside.

"Buzz—"

A soft buzzing sound exploded in the depths of his mind without warning.

Wang Xiaoer's body suddenly stiffened.

He felt as if a cold needle had pricked his forehead between his eyebrows.

A strange energy surged in from the outside, forcefully breaking through some invisible barrier within his body.

His "spiritual vision" was passively activated!

The scene before my eyes changed instantly!

The room is still the same room.

The interior is exquisitely decorated, clean and tidy, and sunlight streams in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright spots of light on the floor.

But in Wang Xiaoer's view, the whole world seemed to be covered by a gray filter.

All the colors faded.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that the once spotless walls, ceilings, and brand-new furniture were now covered with gray-black footprints!

Densely packed, layer upon layer.

Almost all of them are for children.

They are like countless unseen people who have been climbing and lingering here year after year, leaving behind these filthy traces that cannot be seen by ordinary people.

They're everywhere—on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, on the coffee table in the living room, even on the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling!

The entire room resembled a long-abandoned crime scene.

It was cold, deathly silent, and filled with an ominous atmosphere.

Lin Qingya and Zhang Chen stood amidst these densely packed gray-black handprints.

They knew nothing about it.