Eric Grant is a university located in S City, and it is no longer just a university—it is almost like a tree of wisdom in this world, a spiritual symbol. Being able to enter this time-honored institution proves one thing: either you are truly a genius capable of passing inhuman-level entrance exams, or your family is wealthy, powerful, and influential—and not just ordinarily so...

Every year, graduates from Eric Grant are active at the very top of every field around the world. Whether it’s medicine, chemistry, astronomy, education, business, government agencies, or even the military and theology, all must acknowledge the school’s outstanding contributions. Its library can make the British Library pale in comparison; its faculty makes the title of professor commonplace; its teaching facilities are so impressive that every five-star resort in the world can only look up in awe; its eligible bachelors and beautiful heiresses can make celebrities feel inferior. Outstanding students at Eric Grant are just ordinary students; ordinary students at Eric Grant simply don’t exist! Countless dignitaries spare no effort to get their children into this academy for a golden credential, as if a diploma from this school is a passport to being a cut above the rest.

Under Mr. Cat’s highly persuasive commentary, William Carter’s original plan to just walk away was deeply shaken...

“So... this task you mentioned... is there any danger?” William Carter asked tentatively.

Mr. Cat lowered his head to light a cigarette, his hair covering his face. In the shadow where William Carter couldn’t see, there was a sly, cunning smile. “Oh, it’s nothing much. It’s just that twenty years ago, there were some love entanglements between a few lovesick men and women, which ended in a life-and-death struggle. Now, for some reason, they’ve come back to scare people. Actually, this task is easy to handle. Just treat it as a vacation, experience a bit of aristocratic life, and by the way, practice the basics of your Guigu Daoist arts. The library there should have some texts from the Warring States period—you can take your time translating and studying them.”

At this point, William Carter was clearly persuaded, but he still felt something was off. There was no way Mr. Cat would give him such a good deal for nothing—there had to be a catch. “If it’s that simple, why don’t you go? Why does it have to be me?”

“Heh... I’m already pushing thirty. It wouldn’t be appropriate for an uncle like me to pretend to be a college student. Ghost-hunting usually happens at night. I could sneak in, but the security there is at the level of protecting a head of state. Besides, even if I went once, I might not be able to solve it, and staking out every night is obviously unrealistic. So it’s much more convenient for you to blend in as a student.”

Seeing William Carter remain silent, Mr. Cat continued, “You graduated from high school two months ago and quit that underground casino at the same time. Now you’re just a homebody, and your age is perfect for college enrollment. I’ll cover your living expenses at school for now.” Mr. Cat walked over and patted William Carter on the shoulder. “Besides... I’ve already paid off the police for you, paid the landlord’s hush money, covered your medical bills, the bar tab downstairs, your rent, your clothes, and a lot of other expenses... With your experience working at the casino, I’m sure you know what happens if you owe someone like me money and don’t pay it back...”

And so, under Mr. Cat’s mix of threats and promises, William Carter agreed to the task without hearing a single detail about the ghostly incident...

Late that night, someone came to Mr. Cat’s office. He seemed even more unkempt than Mr. Cat. If Mr. Cat’s beard was just unshaven, this man in his forties hadn’t shaved at all. With a messy, bird’s nest hairstyle, wearing a torn T-shirt and beach shorts, he knocked on Mr. Cat’s door. Meanwhile, downstairs, Uncle Warren paused his hand wiping glasses behind the bar. “A rare guest...” he suddenly remarked, then went back to his work.

“Ah... I know, I know...” After opening the door, Mr. Cat spoke listlessly.

“I haven’t even said anything yet—what do you know?” The scruffy man kicked aside the clutter on the floor and sat on the sofa. He took out a cigarette, and Mr. Cat walked over to light it for him, then sat down beside him and lit one for himself.

“You want to talk about the mass ghost-slaying incident from a week ago. I know.” Mr. Cat exhaled his first puff of smoke and continued.

“So, do you have any explanation?”

“I recently got a new employee here. That incident was a test for him, but it seems I went a bit overboard. I take full responsibility. If there’s any punishment from above, I’ll bear it all.”

The scruffy man took a deep drag on his cigarette. “Edward Grant, listen to me, brother. I’m not here to question you as your superior, but to remind you as a good friend: if you keep letting your emotions get the better of you, it’ll come back to bite you sooner or later.”

Hearing this, Mr. Cat knew the matter was settled. “Heh, as long as I have your Samuel Carter blood chain covering for me, what do I have to be afraid of?”

But Blake Mason just shook his head. “No, things have changed recently. Do you remember George Washington?”

“How could I forget? That old sly fox—oh, I mean, that wise and cunning elder. I owe him a lot of favors.”

Blake Mason didn’t mind Mr. Cat’s attitude and continued, “George Washington disappeared not long ago.”

“What? Disappeared? One of the Ten Kings of Hell disappeared?”