The night was dark, and the wind was high. On this night, countless people were quietly doing countless things in secret.

Taking advantage of the amusement park being closed, Megan sneaked into the haunted house and looked around with a frown.

Nothing?

And nothing again??

Megan couldn't help but clench her fists. After running around for a while, she caught two vile ghosts from the abandoned North Lake Tower.

She went to the Fourth Hospital, but it was empty. She came to the haunted house, but it was also empty.

Ever since she was born, Megan had been different from other children. While others were still drinking milk and peeing and pooping in their diapers, she already had a vague understanding of some things.

At the age of three, she had a dream that she would catch ghosts in the mortal world and collect all the tears of mankind before she turned 18 - regret, resentment, sadness, relief, grief... Every kind of tear shed during life and death was different.

So far, she had only collected regret and resentment tears, and then she started an endless loop of not being able to catch ghosts or catching ghosts without tears...

At this rate, could she still meet her KPI?!

Looking at the empty haunted house, Megan had the urge to cry. She couldn't help but kick a prop to the side.

"I'm so angry!" She only showed a hint of emotion when no one was around.

At this moment, there was a sudden swish in the dim haunted house, and a figure rushed past at high speed!

"Who?!" Megan cautiously stared at a pillar, her body hair standing on end and her ears perked up.

"Hehehe..." a low voice sounded in the darkness. "Interesting little one, born with natural talent?"

Megan's back was cold, and she suddenly turned her head to look at where the voice came from.

Just then, she felt a pain in her chest as if something had pierced her heart.

remained silent. Megan groaned, and cold sweat flowed down her body in an instant.

The voice was elusive, and it changed location again. "Not bad, very good seedling. How about becoming my disciple?"

Megan's face tightened as she coldly said, "I won't worship an anonymous teacher. Who are you?!"

The person changed direction again and burst out laughing.

After laughing, the voice changed direction again. "Very clever. You want to know who I am, but unfortunately, children are still children, and they only have a little intelligence in front of adults."

Megan remained silent.

The voice changed direction again, "I'll give you 12 hours. The talisman on your chest can only be deciphered by me. Either become my disciple and work for me, or die..."

"I can't bear to see such good talent go to waste and not be used by me."

The voice gradually faded and disappeared.

Megan covered her chest, feeling a slight sting earlier, now it felt like it was burning and hurting.

"Despicable...!" Megan gritted her teeth and quickly left in pain.

Indeed, walking the night road often led to encountering ghosts, but the ones she had encountered before were all real ghosts. The person in front of her was human.

Sometimes, humans can be scarier than ghosts.

At the entrance of the amusement park, a slender man watched Megan leave with cold eyes.

He had traveled from southern Fujian to the north, collecting ghost soldiers and some things that could restrain and curse ghosts.

With control over these Yin objects, he could do many things. For example, if a wealthy person offered a large sum of money for a child, he could send a lascivious ghost to drain the wealthy person's life force, while the wealthy person thought they were still capable.

Or if a female celebrity in the entertainment industry sought fame and fortune, and came to him for help, he could send a small ghost. And for those who wanted to kill but feared legal consequences, he could take on the job at double the price...

As more and more people sought his help, his wealth grew, but he lacked manpower.

Once he met a man with exceptional talent for folding paper figures at a temple in the wilderness. He took the man under his wing and even gave him a bride's ghost as a gift.

That man considered him half a master and half a lord, helping him accumulate wealth and take on tasks. He was an important subordinate.

But he had been caught today.

He had come to the haunted house to look for clues, but couldn't find anything left by him. Then he saw Megan.

"Recently, there's someone who's really good at catching ghosts...who could it be..." The man frowned as he watched Megan's figure. His intuition told him that the skilled person was not Megan.

Every time that person caught a ghost, all traces were erased, whether it was from cameras or on-site evidence, there was nothing left.

With such meticulous thinking, it's impossible for him to be a child, so he's definitely not looking for Megan.

"I will always find you..."

Anything powerful, whether it's a person or not, must be his, for his use, otherwise it's his enemy--

Because those who dabble in this line of work are either good or evil, and the man is well aware that he's on the "evil" side and one day he will be strangled by the "good" side, so he must strangle all crises in the cradle...

The man returned to his residence, a very luxurious villa.

A disciple came to help him change and wash his hands, saying, "Master, a woman has been begging for a talisman for a long time. She's a manager of a clothing brand and often goes to wealthy families to deliver clothes. She said she's going to a very wealthy family tomorrow and wants a love talisman."

The man sneered, "A love talisman? I'm afraid it's more than that."

The disciple respectfully said, "Master is right. She wants a talisman that can be stuck to a man's body and make him fall in love with her at first sight and can't let go."

The man looked uninterested. He didn't like these small requests.

The disciple continued, "She has given fifty thousand dollars, which is all her savings..."

The man took a sip of tea, then comfortably leaned back on the soft couch and closed his eyes. He only said when he was almost falling asleep, "Forget it, give it to her."

Small money is also money.

He now has so much money that he has people to serve him in food, clothing, and shelter, but it was all earned little by little.

The disciple took the talisman and respectfully left.

Outside the door, a woman with a decent appearance had been kneeling for half a day, from dusk until midnight, and she could hardly support herself.

At this moment, the man who received her came out and handed her a talisman, "You're lucky to have caught my master's return."

"Take it and stick it on him when he's not paying attention. My master's talismans are very powerful and will automatically burn and disappear after locking onto a person."

The woman took it respectfully, both shocked and delighted, "Do I need to do anything else?"

Seeing that the man didn't seem to want to talk, but obviously there was something else to explain.

The woman gritted her teeth and took off her gold bracelet, "Master, just a little respect, please don't disdain it..."

She was about to vomit blood, having spent her entire savings of fifty thousand dollars, and now she was giving away her gold bracelet.

But it didn't matter, tomorrow she was going to the Murray family estate...

As long as she succeeded, this little thing was just a drop in the bucket!