Chapter 52: The Death God and the Mourning Ghost

Yang Sheng got up early and went to Youji.

Although he had expended a lot of energy, his robust vitality allowed him to recover quickly.

Chen You was resting at home and wasn’t at Youji, and it seemed Yang Sheng had forgotten to ask which floor Chen You lived on.

Each time, Chen You took the elevator upstairs alone, while Yang Sheng went downstairs.

“Ah Cheng, stir-fry a beef chow fun for me,” Yang Sheng greeted the Youji waiter, Ah Cheng.

Ah Cheng gave a simple, slow smile and nodded.

Actually, Ah Cheng was just a bit slow to react—not as foolish as Chen You claimed.

Moreover, Ah Cheng had secretly learned quite a few dishes himself, but Chen You was so fixated on glutinous rice that he wouldn’t let him cook anything else.

Only when Chen You was away would Ah Cheng try making other dishes.

Just then, Jiang Tianlei and Liu Sisi walked into Youji.

Yang Sheng, who was eating dry-fried beef chow fun, immediately paused, casually glancing at the two out of the corner of his eye.

There was a strange quality about these two that Yang Sheng couldn’t quite put into words.

If forced to describe it, it was somewhat like himself.

Their behavior was peculiar too, as if they didn’t quite fit in with anyone else in this world.

Especially the man—his gaze toward everyone was tinged with a fierce sharpness, as if he might suddenly erupt into violence at any moment.

“Hey, does anyone here know how to get to Jin Xiao Building? We’re new tenants. Who do we ask for the keys?”

The regular customers at Youji were annoyed by his arrogant tone and no one bothered to answer.

At that moment, Yang Sheng stood up with a friendly smile and said, “The building right behind Youji is Jin Xiao Building.

As for the keys, you can go to the security office on the first floor and ask Shui Bo. He’s in charge of that.

I’m the night shift security guard here. If you need anything at night, you can come to me.”

Jiang Tianlei nodded casually and said to Ah Cheng, “Bring a few of your signature dishes over for us to try.”

Ah Cheng smiled slowly and nodded.

Someone nearby whispered to Yang Sheng, “Young people these days have no manners, acting as if everyone owes them something.

But you, Ah Sheng, you’re different. Ever since you started night patrols, the security here feels much better—no noise at night.”

Yang Sheng just smiled quietly without responding.

If only they knew that the building was haunted every night, they might think differently.

It seemed to be a rule of this world that no matter how much noise Yang Sheng made at night, only someone like Chen You, who had cultivation, could sense it.

Other residents were like the deaf, unaffected.

Sometimes, Yang Sheng even suspected that the Jin Xiao Building by day and by night were not the same place—that at midnight, it might slip into another dimension.

Jiang Tianlei and Liu Sisi sat in a corner, eating glutinous rice and speaking in hushed tones.

“Brother Jiang, you seem to have a rather...” Liu Sisi hesitated, unable to find the right word to describe it.

Jiang Tianlei replied calmly, “You mean unfriendly, right?

After you’ve experienced several reincarnation worlds, you’ll understand. We’re just passing through, bound to leave eventually.

Even if you kill countless people here, once you leave this world, it all disappears without a trace.

So it’s better to be carefree—just treat them like NPCs in a game. It doesn’t matter.”

Though Jiang Tianlei and Liu Sisi spoke quietly, others couldn’t hear, but Yang Sheng, having obtained five borrowed spiritual seals and possessing superior mental perception, faintly caught their words.

These two were indeed fellow reincarnators like himself!

Since Fatty Wang could send him to this world, it made sense he could send others as well.

Moreover, these two must know more about reincarnation worlds than Yang Sheng did.

But for now, Yang Sheng didn’t know their mission or purpose, so he wouldn’t recklessly approach them.

Besides, Jiang Tianlei’s mindset was troubling.

It wasn’t just that he killed recklessly in reincarnation worlds, but his attitude of treating all people in reincarnation worlds as mere NPCs was definitely problematic.

In the previous world, Yang Sheng had killed many both inside and outside the ring, and even schemed with notorious figures like Lei Luo and Bohao.

Were they all NPCs?

If he had such an attitude toward his tasks, he wouldn’t have survived so many deaths already.

After finishing their meal, Jiang Tianlei and Liu Sisi headed to Jin Xiao Building.

Yang Sheng grabbed his clothes and followed behind them.

Seeing the two enter the building, Yang Sheng waited a moment, then also went inside and knocked on the security office window.

“Shui Bo, those two just now—are they tenants? Which floor do they live on?”

Shui Bo was taking off his security uniform and said, “Room 404. They’re a bit strange. They look rich, so why are they living in a place like Jin Xiao Building?”

Yang Sheng’s mouth twitched slightly.

He was the head of a large syndicate—why hadn’t Shui Bo ever questioned him like that?

Did he really look like just a security guard?

“Ah Sheng, my son and daughter-in-law brought my grandson home to visit today. Can you cover the day shift for me?”

“No problem, Shui Bo. There’s not much to do during the day anyway.”

After seeing Shui Bo off, Yang Sheng squinted as he surveyed Jin Xiao Building, then turned and closed his eyes in the security office to meditate.

After nightfall, Yang Sheng took his flashlight but didn’t take the elevator this time; he carefully ascended the stairs to the fourth floor.

At that moment, in room 404 on the fourth floor, Jiang Tianlei and Liu Sisi were also leaving.

However, their clothes were disheveled; Liu Sisi’s face was flushed, and the stockings on her legs were torn in a chaotic mess.

“Brother Jiang, it’s so dark in here. The darkness feels unnatural,” Liu Sisi clung tightly to Jiang Tianlei’s clothes.

Jiang Tianlei patted her on the buttocks and said, “Relax, I’m here to protect you.

But Jin Xiao Building really is abnormal—the yin energy is so strong, heavier than some haunted houses.

Just how I like it!

My soul-binding banner still has plenty of empty spots.”

Having experienced five reincarnation worlds, Jiang Tianlei possessed some genuine artifacts.

His cultivation path was soul-capturing and ghost-driving, so he felt at home in eerie places like Jin Xiao Building.

He took out an ancient compass, infused a stream of black energy into it, and the compass needle spun wildly.

Seeing the direction the compass pointed, Jiang Tianlei hurriedly said, “There’s a reaction! Upstairs!”

They ascended the stairs, passing the fifth and sixth floors, finally reaching the seventh floor.

In front of a certain door, the compass’s reaction intensified, the needle nearly spinning off.

Jiang Tianlei’s face darkened as he said gravely, “The compass is reacting strongly. Sisi, step back and get ready.”

It was time to get serious, and Liu Sisi no longer pretended to be weak.

She pulled a highly technological pistol from her storage space.

The pistol was silver-white, barrel huge—about the size of a fist, more like a hand cannon.

Liu Sisi’s first world was a post-apocalyptic wasteland, where all technology points were invested in strange weapons.

Her gun was one of those black-tech weapons, needing no bullets, capable of unlimited air blasts as long as it had power.

Charging was simple too—it was solar-powered, fully charging after about ten minutes in the sun.

Jiang Tianlei also drew out a white long banner made of what looked like rough hemp cloth, tattered and stained with dull yellow and blood-red spots.

Three hideous ghostly figures were painted on the banner, which fluttered without wind.

The depictions were vivid, as if about to come to life.

As Jiang Tianlei formed a hand seal, one ghostly figure vanished.

In the next moment, black mist surged forth, transforming into a small demon with a blue face and fangs, only his upper body visible.

His lower half was swirling black mist, floating cautiously as he opened the door.

A thick wave of resentment rushed out, the entire room flickering with a blood-red hue.

Jiang Tianlei looked up to see no furniture inside, only a figure wearing mourning hemp clothes hanging by a hemp rope in midair.

The white walls were covered in gruesome blood-written words like “hate,” “kill,” “grudge,” and “death.”

The suspended figure suddenly raised its head, revealing an extremely grotesque face.

It looked as if all the skin and flesh had been twisted together into dense wrinkles, forming a chilling grin.

The figure spun once in midair, and his hemp robe was soaked in blood.

As he lifted the hair on his back, another equally wrinkled and grotesque face appeared.

But this second face wore a sorrowful expression, wailing loudly.

“Death’s hanging guest!” Jiang Tianlei exclaimed, a mixture of fear and greed in his voice.