Infinite: Start as a ghost

At this moment, Jiang Jiu was in the hotel looking at her phone, curiously observing the latest trending news.

The news that his own grave had been vandalized made headlines.

Chapter 156 Judge Sun Hongxin

Controlling the underworld serves two main purposes.

One purpose was to obtain a legal identity, and the other was to find out the judge's home address.

After controlling the underworld for a week, they finally obtained their home address.

Jiang Jiu was also somewhat surprised by this.

He thought that as long as he controlled the underworld, he would immediately get the judge's address, but he didn't find out where the judge lived until a week later.

It turns out that not all gangsters have dealings with the authorities, or perhaps the gangsters he controlled weren't high-level enough.

Regardless, getting the address is enough for him.

Having fought and killed in the Demon Slayer world for so long, he didn't want to do the same in the mortal world.

A large part of the reason for controlling entertainment companies and organized crime is money.

After this matter is resolved, he wants to relax and settle down, which is why he needs a new identity.

As for controlling the whole world and seizing power, and so on.

He's not interested...

Why bother with all that stuff? What were the emperors like in ancient times? Did they hold all the power in their hands? Did they live a comfortable life?

All you need is money; status and such are completely unnecessary.

It would be so great to stay a homebody, especially one who doesn't have to worry about money. Just thinking about that kind of life makes me happy.

Of course, these are all plans to be made after everything has been dealt with.

During this time, he encountered some homeless people on the road and turned them into his ghost slaves.

The disappearance of these people will not attract anyone's attention.

Now, he led these people to the vicinity of the judge's house.

He transformed all the ghost slaves into children around ten years old, and stared coldly at the judge's house.

Time passed slowly, and around ten o'clock, the judge finally went home.

The judge appeared slightly tipsy, squinting as he walked into his suite.

"Follow me." Jiang Jiu waved his hand, and several ghost servants immediately followed behind him.

Several children followed the judge into the elevator. Sun Hongxin did not suspect anything and pressed his own floor button.

After stepping out of the elevator, he noticed several children still following him, which puzzled him.

"Children, do you live on this floor too? I've never seen you before."

“The masters said we are not allowed to talk to strangers,” one of the ghost servants said.

This simple sentence dismissed Sun Hongxin. He glanced at the children with a hint of affection before heading towards his room.

Several children followed him to his door and looked at him with curiosity.

Under the influence of alcohol, Sun Hongxin didn't think twice and opened the door.

Something strange happened.

Suddenly, several children changed their appearance, each transforming into the likeness of "Jiang Jiu," and kicked him inside.

Then all five of them rushed into his house and quickly closed the door.

"Do you remember me, Your Honor?" The five men spoke at the same time, their sinister and eerie voices ringing in Sun Hongxin's ears.

Aside from the earlier kick that surprised him, the scene before him made his eyes widen in disbelief, and all traces of drunkenness vanished.

"who?"

One of the demon servants grabbed him by the neck.

"My name is Jiang Jiu. Do you still recognize me?" The ghost slave sneered, "Take a good look at my face and think carefully."

"Jiang Jiu?" The judge kept thinking of the name in his panic.

"The surname Jiang?" Suddenly, he seemed to remember: "You're Jiang Mingsheng's nephew?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to actually remember that," the ghost slave laughed. "Then you should know what I want to do now, right?"

"You...you weren't dead, were you? And why do you all look the same?"

Jiang Jiu was surprised to see that the judge had remained rational under such circumstances.

"Since you know I'm dead, what do you think is surrounding you right now?"

"Ghost...ghost, help!" It turned out that he was under the influence of alcohol and hadn't reacted for a moment.

"That's right, you're correct, but there's no reward," the ghost servant said with a grin. "And could you please shut up?"

"Please, please spare me. I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me," Sun Hongxin began to cry.

She really cried.

"Not kill you?" the ghost slave said coldly. "Do you think you have the right or the right to negotiate with me?"

"Please, please, please let me go. It was all Jiang Mingsheng who instigated me. He made me do it. It has nothing to do with me."

"Oh?" Ghost Slave asked, "Why were you persuaded by him? Do you two know each other?"

Sun Hongxin dared not hide the truth: "He was my junior high school classmate, and he promised to give me half of his property, so I agreed to his request."

"Very good," the ghost servant said. "You know what to do when someone reports you later, right?"

How could Sun Hongxin dare to refuse?

"I know, I know, I will do everything you say."

"Alright, I'll spare your life." The leading ghost slave smiled, snapped his fingers, and countless arms extended from the seven orifices of the four ghost slaves behind him.

The extremely exaggerated and bloody scene constantly stimulated Sun Hongxin's pupils and heart.

Chapter 157 Temple Ghost Events

The leader of the ghost servants, Jiang Jiu, did not let him die, but instead kept him in his house to watch over him.

"You can try any means to deal with me, but remember, I only want to subject you and them to mental torture."

“If you resist, I will kill you immediately, regardless of whether it works or not.”

"And you will not become a ghost, but will simply vanish into thin air."

"You can try it if you don't believe me."

Sun Hongxin nodded in terror, and only then did the ghost slave release his neck.

In F City, at a temple that is quite famous throughout the country.

The two families, Jiang Mingsheng and Jiang Mingcheng, looked outside the temple with lingering fear.

"It's safe now, finally safe." Jiang Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be careless. Who knows if these temples are effective or not? We still need to be vigilant," Jiang Mingcheng said.

Lin Wenshan and Li Rong were a little worried: "Why haven't Xiaoxu and Zhenzhen arrived yet?"

Jiang Mingsheng comforted them, "Don't worry, they start slowly, they'll be there in half an hour at the latest."

The family of four donated 100,000 yuan to the temple as incense money and kept bowing to the Buddha statue.

Jiang Mingcheng and Jiang Mingsheng bowed very earnestly; they had never taken such a mystical practice so seriously before.

until today……

It took about forty minutes for Jiang Xu and Jiang Ruozhen to arrive at the temple.

"Why are you so slow? You're only arriving now?" Li Rong said reproachfully.

"There's a traffic jam," Jiang Ruozhen said. "What did you call us here for?"

"Let's go inside and talk." Li Rong, Jiang Ruozhen, and Jiang Xu walked towards the guest room.

Most temples of a certain size have guest rooms, mainly for pilgrims who sincerely worship Buddha.

Of course, the cost is higher than that of a regular hotel.

After arriving at the guest room, Lin Wenshan told the two of them what had happened, which shocked them both.

"It can't be a coincidence, can it?" Jiang Xu was still somewhat skeptical. "Could it be that the scammer just mentioned this point, and you immediately connected it to that?"

“It’s not impossible,” Jiang Mingcheng said. “In any case, we’ll find out by inviting a master over tomorrow.”

No one had any objection to this.

Time passed slowly, night fell, and those so-called masters finally had their own time.

"So, benefactor, you wish for this old monk to leave the mountain and subdue the demon?" a fat, big-eared old monk said with a smile.

“That’s right, Master, please make sure you can spare some time,” Jiang Mingsheng said.

The old monk feigned nonchalance: "As for time... it may or may not be available; it mainly depends on the affinity between the benefactor and our temple."

Normally, Jiang Mingsheng would have cursed him as an old bald monk.

But at this moment, he really didn't dare to utter any foul language, and he didn't even dare to have any thoughts in his mind.

He said respectfully, "I'm sure we have a deep connection, Master. You can tell me how deep that connection is tomorrow."

The old monk narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "Hmm, this child is teachable."

Just as they finished an agreement, a young monk burst in.

“Master, there are three worshippers outside who have been staying in the Buddha Hall and refusing to leave. They won’t listen to anything we say and they won’t pay any attention to us.”

Having just finalized a business deal, the old monk was in a very good mood and didn't mind the young monk's recklessness.

“Take me there to have a look,” the old monk said.