“Long-legged beauty, don’t be afraid. Uncle will protect you. As long as your Little Jason uncle is here, no monsters or demons can hurt you. As for payment, just let uncle play the slide game on your 115-centimeter-long legs.” The plump Little Jason once again climbed onto Jason Grant’s shoulder and pouted at the timid girl.

“Your cockroach can actually talk?!” Grace Lincoln shivered and shrank back even more.

“Can’t you give up your fantasies about human women and just find a female cockroach to have a nest of baby cockroaches with?” Jason Grant stood up with a helpless smile, tossed his trench coat aside, picked up the black box on the ground, and slung it across the belt on his back, making people worry whether he could even walk out of the elevator doors, as he was covered head to toe in all sorts of strange items.

A straw doll pierced with silver needles, a glass bottle of boy’s urine, a pouch of black dog’s blood emitting a putrid stench, a necklace strung with a cross, a Buddha amulet, and a Taoist talisman all together.

You really don’t know how to define the man in front of you who can still smile. Calling him “uncle” feels a bit forced, since he looks at most twenty-five or twenty-six. If he’s a ghost hunter, you can’t even tell if he’s a Taoist priest, a sorcerer, or just a charlatan conman.

With a crisp “ding,” the elevator finally arrived at the first floor. But when the metal doors opened, the flickering streetlight at the entrance and the blood-red, dripping “14th floor” sign nearly made Grace Lincoln faint from the pressure.

“Why is it still the 14th floor? Didn’t we already go down to the first floor?” Grace Lincoln stood up trembling, looking at the elevator’s display showing “1,” on the verge of tears.

“Looks like we’re still inside that ghost landlady’s barrier. What a surprise, a two-star evil spirit actually managed to trap even me in a ‘ghost wall.’ How much resentment did she die with?” Jason Grant sighed, shaking his head, and pulled the reluctant Grace Lincoln out of the elevator and back into the corridor.

This was a battle they couldn’t avoid. The 1440 shared apartment was the source of the ghost landlady’s resentment. If they didn’t break the curse on that place, they’d never escape this evil spirit’s barrier, not even in death.

Just a few minutes ago, Grace Lincoln still thought Jason Grant was just a pervy uncle, but now she was clutching this lecher’s hand tightly, not daring to let go for even a second. If it weren’t for all the weird stuff hanging off Jason Grant, Grace Lincoln would probably be even closer to him.

“Take this. If you’re in danger, eat it—eat the whole thing.” In the corridor, Jason Grant handed Grace Lincoln an ointment, while he popped a White Rabbit milk candy into his own mouth.

“Japanese wasabi? Can you even eat a whole tube of this? I only called you a pervy uncle a few times, do you really have to bully me like this?” Grace Lincoln held the wasabi, feeling even more teary-eyed than before.

“Being haunted by an evil spirit is a real pain, but evil spirits can only possess people with a yin-deficient constitution. Wasabi can make your body extremely hot for a short time, so even the worst ghosts can’t get close. But it only lasts for ten seconds. I was in a hurry when I left, otherwise I’d have brought some black wolf dung—that stuff works even better, lasts at least ten minutes.” Jason Grant boasted.

Grace Lincoln felt like her luck had hit rock bottom today—not only did she run into a ghost, but also a ghost hunter who was even worse than the ghost… Eat wolf dung? Only he could come up with that. If it really came to that, Grace Lincoln would rather die at the hands of a ghost. At least when someone found her body, they wouldn’t see poop at the corner of her mouth.

Once again, they arrived at the door of 1440. The quiet atmosphere was as if nothing had happened. The hole in the outer wall was gone, and everything around looked clean and tidy.

A 400-yuan apartment in the third ring! If this ghost didn’t hurt people, it’d actually be pretty nice to share! Grace Lincoln was still feeling sorry for her apartment…

Jason Grant clenched his gloved fist, gently twisted the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

Strangely, everything before their eyes was completely different from the 1440 apartment just now. The lighting was now bright white, and the spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment hadn’t been divided into cramped little rooms. Everything looked like a proper home.

The photo wall was still there, with the landlady’s smiling face from her travels everywhere you looked.

Just then, the ghost landlady walked out from one of the inner rooms, scaring Grace Lincoln into shrinking back.

“Don’t be afraid, that’s not her… This is a memory fragment of the ghost landlady. We’ve entered the ghost’s memory illusion.” Jason Grant shielded Grace Lincoln behind him, standing at the doorway.

The ghost landlady was wearing a white lace bodysuit, her voluptuous 36F figure enough to make anyone drool. She was completely unaware of Jason Grant and Grace Lincoln’s presence, and called out to another room, “Mark Grant, dinner’s ready.”

Everything before their eyes played out like a live-action movie. This man called Mark Grant was the ghost landlady’s tenant, a freelance photographer—tall, handsome, with a charming smile, practically the Prince Charming of every city girl’s dreams.

It was obvious the ghost landlady was truly smitten with this tenant. They were lovers, but always maintained the relationship of landlady and tenant. Because the ghost landlady believed a man shouldn’t be a freeloader, she still made Mark Grant pay rent every month. She always joked with him, “If you don’t pay, get lost and sleep on the street.”