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"We are Professional Ghost Hunters! No need to guess who said that last line."
"Are you here to kill us? I haven't harmed anyone!" A floating female ghost spoke, her legs dangling limply, clearly broken.
"You haven't harmed anyone?" Yan Kongyue glared at the speaking ghost.
"No, I haven't!"
"Then how did he die?" Yan Kongyue pointed at the male ghost dressed in motorcycle gear.
"He... he wasn't killed by me!"
"Then what about that aura of yours, Gui Qi? How do you explain that?"
Several young men raised their eyebrows, intrigued. "Oh, so it can be done like this too. Learning a new trick."
"And me! She killed me too!" Another ghost, an Old Man Ghost, squeezed forward.
"She always appears out of nowhere. I was supposed to survive, but I ended up dead," the Old Man Ghost said, wiping nonexistent tears with his sleeve.
"Right! And that auntie was also killed by me. What are you going to do about it?" The Severed-Leg Ghost lifted her chin defiantly, glaring at them with narrowed eyes.
"Why is it that they can walk away unscathed while I get my legs crushed and die in agony?" Her resentment swelled instantly.
"This is social revenge!" Zhang Chao glared at the female ghost, visibly furious.
"Want to practice a bit?" Yan Kongyue patted Zhang Chao on the shoulder and glanced at the female ghost.
"I do!"
"Then it's all yours!"
Zhang Chao followed Yan Kongyue's instructions, gathering spiritual energy and launching an attack at the Severed-Leg Ghost.
With a piercing scream, the female ghost disintegrated into ashes.
The carriage erupted into chaos as several people attempted to escape. However, even though the doors were open, they found themselves unable to leave.
"Ah!" An elderly woman next to them shrank back in fear, trying to retreat.
"Trying to run!" Yan Kongyue reached out into thin air, pulling the old woman back.
"No, no, no!" The petite woman’s eyes darted around nervously.
"Do you know what crime people hate most?"
"No, I don't know!" The old woman stole a glance at the child hiding in the corner.
Human trafficker, you old hag, do you even realize the pain you’ve caused to those families by stealing their children? You deserve to be hit by a car, but dragging a child along with you—how wicked can your heart be? Yan Kongyue wished she could make her suffer right then and there.
"A human trafficker?" Wu Nan's voice rose a few notches. He had once rescued a child who had been sold, but when he found the child's family, the mother had gone mad, the father was wandering around searching for his child, and the grandparents had passed away from grief over their lost grandchild. They had found the child, but their family was destroyed.
"This is for you!" Yan Kongyue tossed the old woman in front of Wu Nan and walked toward the little boy hiding in the corner.
"Hey there, don’t be afraid. Come here, sister has some candy for you!" Yan Kongyue pulled out a piece of candy from her bag and held it out in her palm toward the little boy.
The boy did not take the candy; instead, he burst into tears and ran into Yan Kongyue's embrace with his short legs.
"Good boy! Don't cry." Yan Kongyue couldn’t express what she felt inside. A child this small should have been cherished at home, yet here he was surrounded by resentful spirits.
"Yan Consultant, how do we deal with those spirits that haven’t harmed anyone?" Yan Kongyue had explained to him before that there were laws in the human world and rules in the underworld. Spirits that hadn’t harmed anyone could only be handed over to the Underworld for judgment.
"Let Hei Wuchang handle it!" Yan Kongyue said as she lifted the child up, letting him rest his head on her shoulder.
Seeing this scene reminded Feng Xing of his childhood; every time he got beaten, Yan Kongyue would hold him like that to comfort him.
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