The King of Curses
Chapter 75 - 75 32 The Ghost in the Bathroom_2

75: Chapter 32 The Ghost in the Bathroom_2 75: Chapter 32 The Ghost in the Bathroom_2 But the tricks of low-level ghosts, after all, were only this level.

Whether using yin energy or material, this method of sealing doors and windows needed to rely on the strength of actual objects, and this strength certainly couldn’t compare to the “spatial isolation” of a haunted house.

The latter was a bit troublesome; besides using the highest-level cursing prohibition to violently break it, you’d need a Forbidden Master with spatial interference abilities.

For Cen Dongsheng, even if there was a steel alloy security door in front of him, it couldn’t stop the force of his kick.

After he kicked the door open, the white mist in reality, along with the invisible, intangible yin energy in the space, rushed toward Cen Dongsheng’s face simultaneously.

He didn’t even blink, reached out with one hand to grab Miss Chen, who was trembling while holding her head, by the neck, and directly threw her outside the door, while the other hand reached directly into the center of the yin energy.

“—Caught you.”

Cen Dongsheng’s mouth curled up, revealing a smile that seemed quite sinister to others.

“Trying to hide when you see I’m here?

It seems you’re among the more intelligent types of your kind…

Too bad, as a ghost, you still can’t resist your instincts.”

His iron-like hand firmly grasped the opponent’s neck—

As Miss Chen described, this was a ghost resembling a middle-aged man, with a vague body outline, but you could still see his outfit and appearance; plump, a bit of a receding hairline, with a sleazy look in his face.

And now, his neck was firmly held by Cen Dongsheng, and the ghost man’s face showed a human-like pain, struggling desperately with both arms and legs, his body outline violently oscillating, with a bizarre distortion occurring.

The yin energy emanating from it expanded as if tangible, spreading over the bathroom tiles, sink, floor…

all of them appearing as though neglected for decades, becoming yellowed, with dirty mold-like colors spreading.

This yin energy seemed to possess some kind of corrosive ability, even causing Cen Dongsheng’s clothing to start showing signs of decay.

If ordinary people stood here, their strength would be instantly sapped away, yang energy drained from their bodies, simultaneously exhibiting signs of decay as if struck by severe illness.

Except…

The corrosion of yin energy halted upon contact with his skin.

The body, fortified by the Power of Tiger Demon, surged with True Qi within, rendering him impervious to evil.

“Hmph.”

Cen Dongsheng let out a cold snort, directly grabbing the other’s throat and slamming it against the nearby wall.

“Boom!”

Intense True Qi erupted with the power in his hand, dispersing the yin energy filling the room in an instant.

“Lonely Soul…”

Although expected, he still sighed.

Even refining such a level of ghost wouldn’t yield much.

Nevertheless, it was an assignment, and he did have some sense of responsibility for his work.

“Might as well clean it up, it won’t take much effort after all.”

…

Miss Chen hid outside the door, still recovering from her shock, when she suddenly heard a startling, heavy thud from the bathroom, scaring her so much that her whole body trembled.

Looking in that direction, she saw cracks appearing on the wall, plaster falling like dust; the man inside, it seemed as though a single punch could collapse the entire house…

Miss Chen gulped with difficulty, the only thought emerging in her mind was:

Could she really get her deposit back?

Or would she end up owing the landlord for repairs?

But she didn’t dare stop him, or even voice a single opinion.

The next second, a spectral entity flew from the bathroom, crashing into the wall; the man exuding murderous aura followed at a leisurely pace.

He reached out, grabbed the ghost again, clenched his fist the size of a sandbag, and slammed it fiercely into its face, directly caving in the ghost’s head.

If it were a living person, there’d be no doubt; they’d be dead for sure, with their skull cracked and brains splattered.

The ghost lacked a physical body, so it could still cling weakly to life, though its silhouette became increasingly blurred; but this was not a good thing, as it meant enduring more violent torment…

Cen Dongsheng didn’t stop, rather, he swung his fists again with simple yet direct force, hammering down.

Like a heavy iron hammer, striking repeatedly, driving the ghost’s head into its neck like a nail being hammered into a wall.

The yin energy constituting its body began to dissipate, unable to support its outline, transforming its shape from human to gaseous.

Against this storm-like overwhelming violence, the Lonely Soul could do nothing but scream and struggle in agony.

As a bystander, Miss Chen’s face was pale, body rigid, unable to move; she found the ghost of the middle-aged man haunting her for weeks now seemed somewhat pitiful…

…

Once the ghost completely lost its ability to resist, no longer human-shaped, on the verge of vanishing, Cen Dongsheng finally let go of his grip.

The ghost slid to the floor, writhing like a mollusk.

At the brink of turning into nothingness, its final instinct led it crawling towards Miss Chen, seated on the floor, like a moth drawn to flame.

“Interesting.”

Witnessing this, Cen Dongsheng laughed.

“Is this the reason you linger in the human world, unwilling to leave?”

Although real ghosts differed in nature from commonly perceived spirits, there were still shared traits.

For example, spirits that turned into ghosts often related to both the concentration of local yin energy and the “obsession of the deceased.”

Ghosts typically acted on instinct, driven by a desire for the flesh and blood of the living, rooted in their own obsessions.

This middle-aged ghost even managed to restrain its urge to kill and absorb life yang energy, all for the obsession of watching a girl shower…

truly an extreme sex ghost.

Unfortunately, Cen Dongsheng showed no mercy towards ghosts.

He casually walked to the nearly faded ghost in front of Miss Chen, under her frozen gaze, the man lifted his foot, stepping down on its neck with force.

“Crunch.”

It was the sound of the floor easily cracking under his step.

The ghost, having its neck crushed yet again, finally dispersed into nothing.

“Done.”

Cen Dongsheng withdrew his foot, looking down at Miss Chen.

“It’s over now, Miss Chen.”

“Uh…

Ah, yes, thank you, thank you very much…”

Miss Chen tried to rise from the ground, but her body remained stiff, almost causing her to fall halfway up.

“Hmm.

I’m leaving.”

Saying this, he turned around and left, without a hint of hesitation.

Watching his departing figure, the woman stared blankly for a while, only feeling her emotions growing complicated.

After the fear and chaos, regaining her composure, from that man’s silhouette, she perceived a kind of nonchalance.

After the exorcism, he really left just like that.

“Wait, I haven’t paid you yet—”

Cen Dongsheng didn’t look back, merely waved a hand behind him.

“No need.”

He disappeared down the corridor…

*

With nothing holding him back, Cen Dongsheng hummed a tune as he descended the stairs.

He also clenched his fist, sensing what he had gained from refining the ghost earlier.

As expected, not enough.

Killing several more of these low-level ghostly nuisances wouldn’t significantly increase the amount of True Qi within him.

Reality wasn’t a video game; defeating creatures didn’t grant experience, accumulating bit by bit to become the “Ten Miles Slope Sword God.”

For a Forbidden Master, increasing True Qi wasn’t something achieved just by repeatedly refining yin energy; each stage had its limits.

Therefore, the most crucial aspect was enhancing one’s “Grade,” namely breaking the limits within the body.

Fighting formidable ghosts, mastering dangerous Forbidden Items and curses were methods to elevate one’s “Birth Horoscope.”

Those content with mediocrity would remain stuck in mediocrity; the path of cultivation required aggressive and courageous advancement.

At Cen Dongsheng’s current level, to further strengthen and continue mastering the second and third trio of supernatural powers of the Tiger Demon, he needed to confront those ferocious Fierce Ghosts, or even—

“House Owner” level Class A ghosts.

As he pondered, a ringtone sounded from his pants pocket.

Opening his phone, seeing the familiar number on the screen, Cen Dongsheng’s mouth involuntarily curled up.

“Speak of the devil, I hope Sister Zhi Zhen brings good news this time.”