Chapter Thirty-Four: Xiao Zi’s Plan

Li Juetian had received another lead. It was said that the blood-red vengeful spirit was at it again, and this time, ten people had lost their lives.

Originally, Li Juetian planned to leave Qianyou Town, believing that a bizarre creature possessing a forbidden domain couldn’t possibly be so unintelligent as to operate here again. He thought it unlikely the entity would make another move in Qianyou Town.

Yet, to his surprise, this strange creature had once again shattered his expectations, brazenly committing such a massacre.

“What exactly happened?” Li Juetian asked a man dressed in a black trench coat.

This man was also a D-class Ghost Handler, responsible for this region of Qianyou Town.

“It’s a D-class anomalous entity. Fifteen people died at the scene, all tortured to the point of being unrecognizable. Not a single intact corpse could be found. They were all… Fortunately, there’s a survivor who witnessed everything. Perhaps you should ask him.”

With that, he glanced toward a man curled up in the corner, trembling in fear.

Li Juetian approached him, trying to soften his tone as he asked, “What happened here?”

Though his words were gentle, they only seemed to startle the man more. Staring at Li Juetian in terror, he shook even harder, and after a long moment, managed to speak in broken fragments.

“A… a huge red ghost. It… it attacked anyone it saw… some people… their blood was drained… ah! In the end, it melted into the night—completely vanished…”

His manner of speaking made clear the horrors that had unfolded here.

After listening, the veins on Li Juetian’s face bulged with anger. “Search! No matter what, I want that thing found! Damn it, Chen Jiaoyu will be here in a few days. Let’s see how long you can hide!”

Meanwhile, Xiao Zi, after finishing his operation, wasted no time and fled immediately.

His personal panel had changed.

[Host Personal Information:]

Host: Xiao Zi

Strength: D

Skills: Soul Parasite LV3, Soul Wind Blade LV2, Shadow Ghost Movement LV2, Hell’s Lament LV2, Blood Fury LV2, Spirit Shadow LV2, Enhanced Perception LV2, Void Inferno LV2, Demon Seed LV2, Blood Demon Eye LV3

Terror Value: 3100

Forbidden Domain: None

Influence in Current Plane: 501

The upgrade conditions for these skills were now displayed.

[Soul Parasite LV3 Upgrade Requirements: Life Essence of A-class or higher*1, 10,000 Terror Value]

[Blood Demon Eye LV3 Upgrade Requirements: Life Essence of A-class or higher*1, 10,000 Terror Value]

[Blood Fury LV2 Upgrade Requirements: Blood of an angry person*1, 3,000 Terror Value]

[Spirit Shadow LV2 Upgrade Requirements: Soul of a timid person*1, 3,000 Terror Value]

[Enhanced Perception LV2 Upgrade Requirements: Ear of a person with sharp senses*1, 3,000 Terror Value]

[Void Inferno LV2 Upgrade Requirements: Wail of a suffering person*1, 3,000 Terror Value]

[Demon Seed LV2 Upgrade Requirements: Heart of a loyal person*1, 3,000 Terror Value]

It seemed that upgrading a skill from LV3 to LV4 required 10,000 Terror Value and the life essence of an A-class or above being.

That meant the only way to upgrade was to defeat an A-class entity.

But then, he thought of the Unblemished One. That creature’s life essence seemed to be A-class, and its strength was severely diminished. Perhaps it was a courier sent to deliver materials to him.

Now, he only needed to awaken a forbidden domain to truly unleash himself, settling old scores and new ones alike.

With this in mind, he returned to Wang Hui’s house.

Entering, he found Wang Hui playing a game with the Clown. Apparently, the two were getting along well.

Xiao Zi didn’t possess Wang Hui directly. Instead, he bestowed a Demon Seed upon each of them.

Both shuddered as the Demon Seed was implanted, but quickly felt the benefits.

“Boss, what is this?” Wang Hui asked.

“It’s something good. Took me a lot of effort to get it,” Xiao Zi replied with a smile.

Hearing this, the Clown grinned from ear to ear. “Hehehe, I knew I was following the right person—no, ghost.”

Wang Hui swung his fist, feeling invigorated. “Damn, I feel like I could win gold at the international games!”

After implanting the Demon Seed, Xiao Zi entered Wang Hui’s soul directly.

With Soul Parasite upgraded to LV3, its effect had more than doubled. Now, he could instantly absorb Wang Hui’s soul to restore his energy.

But even more impressive, before he had merely hidden inside Wang Hui’s soul; now, he could fully merge with it.

It felt as though he had become Wang Hui’s soul. Even if a Ghost Handler examined Wang Hui’s body up close, they wouldn’t detect anything unusual.

By morning, Wang Hui was ready for school.

Today marked the beginning of Xiao Zi’s plan to forge his own legend of terror on campus, but the Clown had no intention of helping.

“I don’t believe it! I can’t beat this stupid game?” The Clown was completely absorbed in the game, insisting, “It’s a horror game. Playing it helps me understand terror better, so I can scare people more effectively. You guys go ahead.”

Xiao Zi didn’t argue. He wouldn’t need the Clown during the day anyway. He simply said, “Just make sure you’re not like this when I need you. Otherwise, things will get very difficult for me.”

The Clown’s hand froze mid-game, and the character he controlled died.

It wasn’t for any other reason than that when Xiao Zi spoke, he felt his own life was being squeezed.

Wang Hui and Xiao Zi had already made plans. Creating Xiao Zi’s legend would be done in three steps.

First, spread rumors.

Last night, three people died at school: Teacher Peng, the greasy uncle, and the girl who jumped from the second floor.

It proved that bad luck can be deadly. The girl wasn’t supposed to die, but the Clown’s hallucination left her surrounded by darkness, and she landed headfirst, snapping her neck.

For a school, the death of three people—especially two under such gruesome circumstances—would inevitably spark a storm of gossip. Xiao Zi and Wang Hui could easily add fuel to this fire, completing the first step.

Second, select several “lucky” witnesses to see Xiao Zi firsthand and help spread the rumors.

This step was crucial, for according to Xiao Zi’s estimation, only those truly engulfed in their own fear would increase his influence.

Just talking about it wouldn’t suffice; classmates would listen and quickly forget.

The third step was the finale. He would ensure that the school bore his mark.

Once nearly all students knew of his existence, he would leave signs behind—marks that would instantly remind anyone of him at first glance.

Only then could he guarantee a steady supply of fear from these students.