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"So, from now on, I can see ghosts all the time, right?"
Sitting in the café, Song Bunan stirred his coffee, which had about six sugar cubes in it, yet it still tasted bitter enough to make his scalp tingle. Opposite him, Xiao Mei calmly sipped her iced black coffee without sugar, savoring the flavor while explaining the state he was currently in.
It was already afternoon when Song Bunan got in touch with Xiao Mei after leaving home. Because of him, Xin Yi and her brother had finished lunch and rushed back to the office to handle matters. After taking his medicine and falling into a deep sleep, Song Bunan was awakened by a phone call. Only when he realized it was Xiao Mei did he fully wake up.
The person who invited him out spoke without any hesitation, detailing everything from why he was targeted by a ghost last night to what he saw in the old house, and even his dreams over the years—each point explained clearly and meticulously.
Unfortunately, out of ten sentences, Song Bunan understood only four at most, and even then only about eighty percent of them. So as Xiao Mei spoke at a moderate pace with clarity, he extracted what he could understand to form questions based on that.
"So what you're saying is: I dreamed of that house because I had been there before without realizing it. The shadow and the blue-faced monster I saw in that house were things it wanted me to see—the white figure in the black mist was someone it wanted me to notice. And since I left there, I've gained the ability to see ghosts because of the house's influence. This ability just started manifesting, and now I'm being targeted by a ghost for something, right?"
After finishing her last sip of coffee, Xiao Mei nodded gently in agreement. Then she set her cup down and pulled a bracelet from her bag. It was woven with gray and red threads interspersed with a golden thread, beautiful and adorned with an unknown charm.
"Put this on. No matter what happens, this will protect you a bit. And the reason I'm telling you all this is that I need your help."
Song Bunan picked up the bracelet to examine it before shifting his gaze back to Xiao Mei. Helping out was one thing, but he had a pressing question: "Xiao Mei, what exactly do you do?"
Although Song Bunan knew he wasn't particularly clever, he still had his own thoughts about things. Especially with this series of events—whether it was the truly haunted house or Xiao Mei appearing in safe zones at midnight—even the mysterious old lady and ghosts showing up in the building made him feel something was off. As he replayed everything in his mind, he began to sense that something strange centered around Xiao Mei.
Xiao Mei had mentioned that she stopped attending school at a young age to work directly and ended up taking on such a quiet and simple job due to her age. However, guarding a door wasn't difficult; guarding the entrance of a Haunted House was another matter entirely. In posts from other explorers who had visited that place, there were no records of such a gatekeeper. Yet Xiao Mei had told him she had been there for over three years; the last visit by someone else had been two months ago. The poster detailed how they entered and described the decorations and conditions surrounding the house clearly, even including several photos for reference. This post filled in gaps in Song Bunan's impression of the house's exterior and gave him a boost of confidence about coming here.
Surprised by his question, Song Bunan noticed Xiao Mei's expression shift from relaxed to serious almost instantly. Under her suddenly stern gaze, he involuntarily shivered as an inexplicable sense of guilt washed over him. He scratched his head and put on the bracelet while curling up in his chair with his coffee cup, trying to avoid Xiao Mei's gaze.
Fortunately, she didn't make any sudden movements; she simply leaned forward and asked quietly, "Why do you ask such questions?" The tone made Song Bunan feel as if danger loomed nearby. He quickly set down his cup and poured out his thoughts and logic before seeing Xiao Mei relax her demeanor with a smile: "It seems you're quite suited for our line of work."
Holding the notebook Xiao Mei handed him, Song Bunan pondered on his way home: Xiao Mei wanted him to help explore that house because he was the only key that could trigger its secrets. However, she also said it couldn't happen anytime soon; they would have to wait for the right moment—when exactly would that be? He wondered how he'd manage if she notified him on a weekday when he was starting his new job.
Upon arriving home, there were no signs of his brother having returned yet. After dinner, he decided to head back to his bedroom to flip through the notebook. Opening it revealed neatly written large characters on the first page: Ghost Guide. In the lower right corner was a small signature; unfortunately, it seemed like the paper had been soaked in water as the writing was blurred.
He wanted to scoff at how this title sounded less serious than an online novel but smacked himself when he turned to the first page—the very first line read: "We do not promote superstitions."
As for its contents, aside from that seemingly joking first line, most of it revolved around what Xiao Mei had previously told him. However, this record clearly wasn't written by Xiao Mei herself; both word choice and style exuded an air of maturity. The entire text was written in traditional characters arranged vertically—a sight that made Song Bunan cringe at memories of ancient literature classes—he thought about how embarrassing it would be if he told Xiao Mei he couldn't understand this stuff right after receiving it. Fortunately, once accustomed to its font and layout, he found that understanding what this person wanted to convey wasn't too difficult.
According to Xiao Mei's explanation, before this incident with the Haunted House happened, he felt nothing related to these matters—his aura simply didn't resonate with anything from the spirit world. But after visiting that house and encountering its contents, his aura changed significantly; now not only could he see ghosts in places heavy with spiritual energy but also encountered them in ordinary life.
However, his transformation differed from most people whose energies changed; those individuals often suffered torment as spirits sought to drain their life force for their own desires. In contrast, ghosts were targeting him because they desired something very appealing within his body.
What could that be? What could possibly exist within him that spirits would find attractive? As Song Bunan pondered while rubbing his chin in search of inspiration among emerging stubble on his face—after much brainstorming—his mind remained blank without any useful insights surfacing.
He recalled how earlier that afternoon Xiao Mei mentioned she had definitely been inside that house as a child; something must have happened there that caused him to dream about it over all these years—even making an abandoned house come "alive." Yet he held no memory of this part or perhaps lacked any recollection of what one might call childhood experiences altogether.
For many years he'd watched friends reminisce joyfully about various childhood events—happy moments or tragic lessons—always relishing those memories as they shared them animatedly. But when asked about his own carefree childhood before school began? After careful reflection, all he could recall was lying on a hospital bed unable to move due to wounds on his back while receiving IV drips daily without food—a lingering scent of disinfectant became synonymous with those early years before school began.
If an older person, specifically one over ten years of age, suddenly begins to encounter ghosts and monsters, it is advisable not to engage with them too much. Your life may already be surrounded by impurities, and many negative thoughts or energies can easily attract undesirable entities to linger around you. Yes, even ghosts and monsters can be categorized as good or bad.
Before summarizing this notebook, I had two disciples. They possessed different talents and came from different backgrounds, which led to significant differences in their insights and mental states despite receiving the same teachings. The Eldest Disciple came from a privileged family and interacted with a wide variety of people in daily life. This environment made him cheerful and seemingly careless, yet he was actually quite perceptive, possessing his own unique views and methods for handling matters. The Little Apprentice was born into wealth but faced a great calamity in childhood, resulting in a gloomy personality filled with hostility and lingering suspicion towards everything.
Both disciples learned theoretical knowledge at a similar pace, but their practical skills varied greatly. The Eldest Disciple treated others with courtesy, employing gentle methods that were reasonable and measured. He held a respectful awe for the Yin-Yang Realm, avoiding extremes or impulsiveness. In contrast, the Little Apprentice was straightforward and ruthless; he sought to eliminate all Underworld Beings, regardless of whether they were good or bad, holding no taboos regarding life and death and believing in a black-and-white worldview.
In truth, both had their strengths; however, their overly aggressive styles could easily create enemies within their circles and attract disasters from the underworld. Those who can read this book likely have encountered spirits themselves; some may have even interacted with beings from that realm. The following content is not meant for my disciples to see, so please keep it in mind without revealing it to them.
Upon reaching this point, Song Bunan paused. Could the written words on this page really be restricted to certain individuals? Suddenly filled with doubt, he cautiously turned to the next page and noticed that the handwriting seemed to change; the style was different from what had come before.
The first line now read in large letters: This text is written at the convergence of Yin and Yang; it is not meant for ordinary individuals to see.
Ordinary individuals? Song Bunan scratched his head and suddenly realized that the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped significantly.
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