As the cold wind blows, the flashlight on my phone dims. I shiver and my hair stands on end.

To be honest, after becoming an Assassin, even if there isn’t any light, I can still see the surroundings clearly without worrying about what’s on the ground.

But there’s no conflict between me being able to see in the darkness and my need for a flashlight.

Who isn’t afraid of the dark?

At that moment, my heart beats faster, pounding like a drum.

Almost at the same time, I sense someone watching me. The cold wind is the breath of a monster lurking deep in the darkness.

Recalling what happened on the bus previously, I pretended not to notice anything amiss and look down at my phone.

It’s broken again?

I had previously encountered the sudden experience of my phone’s flashlight dimming, but I was using a crappy phone. At this moment, the “experienced” me habitually blamed it on the phone.

After “checking” the phone and making the lights turn on again, I continue forward without anything happening.

The eerie wind is still lingering in the corridor. The light flickers in brightness, digging up the fear hidden at the bottom of my heart.

As I walk, I seriously consider what powers an Assassin has against ghosts.

The answer is:

Nothing.

Since I have nothing, I don’t look forward to slaying evil or dealing with the possible existence of a ghost as if dealing with gangsters.

One step, two steps, three steps. I calmly walk up the flight of stairs and arrive at the top floor.

The lights in the building are working fine as they shine down with their yellow light.

Everything returns to normal.

light stops flickering. I successfully return to the

to move out as soon as possible! This thought subconsciously flashes

any shame. This is

continue living here. Who knows whether the devil might pester them… Also, there are twelve units in this building.

even know that there are supernatural powers in this world. It was all fantasy… Yes, the Tarot Club’s The Star knows that the mysterious cult provides all kinds of superpowers, which means he has a certain level of understanding in such matters… Will he know a few masters who are good at busting ghosts? Phew, I’ll give it a try. If there’s nothing I can do, I’ll make an anonymous call

any demands. After all, I don’t have any experience in

room and return to my room. I think for a while before logging on to QQ

Hanged Man and The Hermit suspect that he’s a member of cyber police. If I were to directly look for him, he will definitely be able to find my IP address and lock onto my identity… Just as I’m about to type the

a while, I use a proxy and use my alt, The World, to say

I have

that emoji. It scares

“Why?” I ask.

The Star says:

become popular recently. It’s

something tragic happened to a family last week. Everyone in that family wore a monocle and died in different places. The only survivor was a girl who went mad from the trauma. She repeatedly tells people not to

unknown existence. They will

reply, unsure if I should

The monocle in this emoji is on a different eye from the tragedy. Furthermore, there are thousands of people using this emoji. Which unknown existence can keep an eye

I directly say:

is haunted. Do you know anyone who’s

good at that.” The Star replies without

exposed? I quickly

trouble you for the time

else that you

but I can guarantee that it’s effective. There’s another

priests or monks

The Star replies:

only know

I had wanted to ask who’s cheaper, but considering how someone cheap might not do the job, I don’t dare to skimp

The Star immediately says:

“Ma’am Da.”

you her QQ number. Add

“XXXXXXXXXXXXX.”

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