The Card Master immediately pulled out a foldable knife from his pocket and approached, asking fiercely.

As someone who could run a game room, in Chinatown, the Card Master was also the kind of person who mingled with the crowd.

With a lot of friends around him, he wasn't unfamiliar with fights and had even stabbed people; he'd been to prison several times.

This late at night, seeing a stranger standing at his doorstep, even the Card Master felt a little uneasy.

But years of habits didn't prompt him to shy away and seek help immediately, so he approached the person with his knife raised.

As he got closer, the Card Master looked more closely and realized it was just a mannequin from a clothing store.

Someone had put clothes on this mannequin and a wig, so from a distance, you couldn't really tell it apart.

"Damn it, who the hell has nothing better to do, messing with me at this hour?"

The Card Master sighed in relief but was instantly filled with anger and kicked the mannequin, causing it to crash down the entire hallway.

He took out his keys, opened the door, and walked right in.

The dim room was in chaos, with empty drink bottles, wine bottles, and cigarette packs either scattered on the floor or piled on tables.

In his thirties and still unmarried, along with being a slacker, the Card Master naturally didn't bother with cleaning.

After securing the door, he collapsed onto the couch, taking out his phone to ask Sun Yan if everything went well with the exorcism.

He also wanted to ask if his bad luck tonight had anything to do with what happened during the day.

Just as he was about to type on his phone, from the corner of his eye, he saw what seemed to be a figure standing behind the couch.

Instinctively turning his head, he saw the same mannequin that had been at his doorstep now standing behind the couch.

It was staring at him with its head lowered. Although the eyes were painted on, they seemed eerily realistic at that moment, like it was a real person.

The Card Master was caught off guard, falling off the couch and knocking over some bottles.

But he couldn't care less about the pain and hurriedly grabbed a bottle to stand up.

"Impossible! How is this possible! I kicked that thing outside; how is it here?"

The Card Master exclaimed in fear, his voice altered by panic.

Cold sweat poured from his pores, instantly soaking his clothes.

"Who! Who's playing a joke on me? Do you have a death wish?"

He shouted angrily as he looked around.

Only he had the key to his house, and if a thief had broken in, it would be understandable.

But to leave a mannequin in the living room, especially one dressed just like the one at the door, was implausible.

Unless it was a ghost, how else could it get in?

Without thinking further, the enraged Card Master threw a bottle that hit the mannequin's head directly.

He lunged at it, pinning it to the ground, frantically breaking its neck and disassembling its limbs.

Seeing the dismantled mannequin, the Card Master panted heavily and finally sighed in relief.

"Something's wrong, I must be haunted by something evil; I need to tell Jackson."

With trembling hands, the Card Master picked up his phone to call for help, realizing that despite his brash nature, he couldn't stay indifferent at this moment of terror.

Composing a message, he didn't notice the white blanket on the floor behind him start to float by itself.

Behind the thin blanket appeared a grimacing man's face. Watching the Card Master, it swiftly covered his head.

"Uhh! Uhh!"

The blanket acted like an invisible hand, lifting the Card Master's heavy body from the floor and suspending it from the ceiling fan.

The Card Master's face turned red, his eyes bulging, as he desperately struggled to free himself.

But the increasing pressure around his neck brought on suffocation, and soon the Card Master gradually stopped moving.

...

Sun Yan and Sosia walked side by side on the deserted street, with Paper Money scattered all over Chinatown at night.

Each utility pole had fresh-cooked rice placed at its base, with three incense sticks still burning.

Incense ash fell bit by bit onto the white rice, making it appear inedible to the living.

But to those sinister entities, this was the best offering.

Speaking of it, wandering ghosts have no right to incense offerings, escaping exorcism unscathed is good enough.

The unsavory beings in Chinatown were living too comfortably.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

Just as Sun Yan and his companion walked past a street, a strange noise came from the alley nearby.

A dirty ball rolled over, stopping just in front of Sun Yan.

"Uncle, could you help me pick up the ball?"

A soft voice called out, and Sun Yan turned to see a grimy-faced little girl standing by the alley wall.

Her head lowered, her face unclear, with messy hair tied into two ponytails with rubber bands.

Seeing the timid gaze of the little girl, Sun Yan's face broke into a kind smile, "Pick up the ball?"

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