Having devoted myself to guiding souls, I was surrounded by them after my death.

In less than a minute, a man wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and black trousers arrived.

He wore half-rimmed glasses, had good bone structure, a high nose bridge, and his black hair was combed back, with shiny strands that looked like he had used a lot of hair wax.

At first glance, they seem like some kind of social elite.

Brother, aren't you hot? This is summer in Nanhai City, almost 40 degrees Celsius...

Chen Shi broke out in a sweat just looking at it.

"You're the younger brother Miss Jiang mentioned who's into older men?"

The man sized up Chen Shi, then glanced at Su Yining beside him, his brows furrowing slightly, but he still spoke:

"My name is Zhang Chengkang, Miss Jiang's subordinate. Where is he?"

"Inside." Chen Shi pointed to the water supply room: "He's been inside for a few minutes already, we need to hurry! Besides, he has a magical artifact, we don't know the specific effects, but those two old men were knocked out after he shook them."

"Hmm... It's normal for targets that need to be handled by the ferryman to have magical artifacts, don't be nervous."

Seeing that Chen Shi was very anxious, Zhang Chengkang adjusted his glasses and calmly comforted him:

"Don't worry, I'm a Level 2 Ferryman. Besides ferrying spirits, dealing with these kinds of malicious remnants is also part of a ferryman's job."

As he spoke, he pulled a dark gold brass knuckles from his pocket and put them on, cracking his knuckles as he did so.

"Miss Jiang said you have something you want to investigate?"

Zhang Chengkang looked so confident that Chen Shi was getting impatient: "Elite Bro, can you stop talking nonsense and get to work? If you're not going, I will."

"You all wait outside, I'll capture him alive."

After Zhang Chengkang finished speaking, he strode into the water supply room, leaving behind a strong sense of security.

"Although he doesn't bother me as much as that Jiang Liu from last time, judging from what he said, he should be fine, right?"

Su Yining pouted.

Chen Shi understood that, for Su Yining, the more disliked she seemed, the stronger her hidden abilities were.

That elite guy seems pretty confident; he should be able to handle it.

"Bam—!"

Just then, a loud bang came from the water supply room, and dust instantly rose up.

No need to guess, it must be the elite man throwing a punch.

"Om-!"

Suddenly, the tuning fork was struck again.

Immediately afterwards...

"Boom! Boom!"

The pounding grew louder, but the tuning fork's hum could not be heard.

"Wu Hui was suppressed?"

Chen Shi could only imagine the battle situation by listening to the sounds, and breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that Elite Bro really has some skills.

A few minutes later, all the sounds disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

"Is it over?" Su Yining squinted, clenching her fists and holding them in front of her eyes like binoculars.

"Senior, you stay here."

Chen Shi finally emerged from behind the pillar and arrived at the entrance of the water supply room.

Inside the room, a sphere was suddenly thrown out.

"?"

Chen Shi held it in both hands, stared intently, and his pupils widened suddenly. A chill ran through his body, and his scalp tingled with goosebumps.

It was a head.

It's Zhang Chengkang's head!

Moreover, Zhang Chengkang's head was covered in bruises and bloodstains, as if he had just been beaten with a blunt instrument.

The next second, the familiar buzzing sound rang out:

"Om-"

Chen Shi's eyes went blank for a moment. He threw Zhang Chengkang's head to the ground with both hands, then grabbed his chin with one hand and pressed down on the top of his head with the other, exerting force with both hands!

"Crack!"

He broke his own neck.

His vision went black, and the chilling feeling of death washed over him again. In his last moments of consciousness, he saw Wu Hui appear at the door with a tuning fork and a can of unidentified red liquid in his hand.

"That solves everything," Wu Hui said casually before entering the water supply room again.

……

"Oh--!"

As if he had just dozed off, Chen Shi suddenly gasped for breath, his body instinctively trembling slightly.

Before him, Zhang Chengkang was putting the brass knuckles into his hands, speaking confidently:

"Don't worry, I'm a Level 2 Ferryman. Besides ferrying spirits, dealing with these kinds of malicious remnants is also part of a ferryman's job."

broken.

Chen Shi's heart sank for the umpteenth time today.

Wu Hui is stronger than they imagined; Zhang Chengkang can't handle him!

Chapter 13 Strike When the Time Is Right

"and many more!"

Chen Shi grabbed Zhang Chengkang's wrist. The moment he squeezed it, he could feel strong muscles. Clearly, Zhang Chengkang was the type who looked thin in clothes but was muscular when undressed.

"what happened?"

Zhang Chengkang turned around, pointed to his glasses, and calmly said:

"Don't worry, the child will wait here. I'll take care of it."

After saying that, he prepared to go inside.

"Wait, uh... Brother Zhang."

Chen Shi adjusted his wording and said:

"That Wu Hui possesses a powerful spiritual artifact, which will most likely affect a person's mind, and..."

He recalled what had just happened: Zhang Chengkang's head, which had been thrown out, was covered in blunt force trauma, but there had only been a buzzing sound in the room, followed by the sound of blunt force impact.

Clearly, Zhang Chengkang was brought under control after that buzzing sound.

Moreover, Chen Shi clearly remembers that after getting close to the buzzing sound, he committed suicide without hesitation.

That tuning fork can not only cause dizziness, but also control people's minds.

"I suspect Wu Hui's magical artifact can also control those who listen. Brother Zhang, you might not be able to handle it," Chen Shi volunteered after much deliberation.

"I'll go with you."

"you?"

Zhang Chengkang glanced at Chen Shi and immediately rejected his proposal:

"Miss Jiang said you're a newcomer, a junior ferryman, right? Even if you go, you won't be of much use. I'll have to put in extra effort to protect you, so you can just stay here."

As she spoke, she pushed his hand away and walked inside.

Chen Shi felt helpless; objectively speaking, what Zhang Chengkang said was true.

He had also heard Jiang Liu mention the hierarchy of ferrymen.

Simply put, based on their ability to ferry spirits and the power of their magical artifacts, ferrymen are divided into three levels: beginner, first, and third. Level three and above is Jiang Liu's special level.

He is now undoubtedly a novice ferryman who is just starting out.

No wonder Zhang Chengkang insisted on letting him stay here.

"No, he'll get himself killed."

Chen Shi looked at Zhang Chengkang's retreating figure with a solemn expression.

Something must be done, or we will only repeat the same mistakes.

"Junior?"

Su Yining noticed his seriousness and said:

"Are you alright? You look a little pale."

"Senior, Wu Hui's magical artifact can affect people's minds. Zhang Chengkang may not be a match for him. We have to do something."

Chen Shi made a quick decision. Last time, he waited obediently because he thought Zhang Chengkang could handle it and was afraid of causing trouble if he went over.

But if the result is known, that's a different story.

Something must be done.

"He can't handle Zhang Chengkang? He seems pretty confident."

Su Yining leaned against the pillar, twirling her hair with her fingers.

"Excessive self-confidence is blind confidence."

Chen Shi looked ahead and saw that Zhang Chengkang had already entered the water supply room and disappeared completely.

There's not much time left.

But how do we do it?

Wu Hui's tuning fork can control people's minds. Anyone who wants to attack him will inevitably enter the range of the tuning fork. We must find a way to break the tuning fork.

Chen Shi reached into his pocket and gripped the rope tightly.

"By the way, the effect of my magical artifact..."

He looked up at Su Yining, and a plan suddenly came to mind.

……

Meanwhile, inside the room.

Zhang Chengkang looked around; besides himself, only Wu Hui was left in the water supply room. An inlet had already been punched into the water tank next to him, apparently in preparation for pouring something into it.

He looked at the vial of red reagent in Wu Hui's hand and said:

"Put down the suspicious item you're carrying. I won't say it a second time."

However, Wu Hui merely glanced at him indifferently and muttered disdainfully:

"Ferryman? Instead of properly ferrying souls, are they now taking on this kind of menial work?"

"There's no other way; it's my boss's assignment."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Chengkang suddenly sprang to his feet, his seemingly thin body displaying astonishing explosive power as he rushed in front of Wu Hui and threw a heavy punch!

Wu Hui moved quickly, dodging to the side. Without even making a big movement, he simply turned around, and Zhang Chengkang's brass knuckles swung out in front of him, slamming heavily against the wall.

"Bam—!"

A loud bang was followed by billowing smoke and dust.

"The knuckle duster is a magical artifact? It works well, but the user is too weak."

Taking advantage of the aftershock of Zhang Chengkang's punch, Wu Hui flicked his tuning fork:

"Om-"

The next second, Zhang Chengkang's eyes became empty, and his limbs hung limply, as if he had become a puppet.