What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 64 Armored Cavalry
After much persuasion, Xia Qing finally managed to calm Grandpa Li down. After seeing him off, she returned home herself.

He opened the door to the rented room and paused slightly, looking at the dark and deserted room.

Having gotten used to the noise and carefree atmosphere of my mom at home for a few days, and to being served meals, I suddenly felt a little uneasy facing this quiet and empty space again.

A dark living room with the lights off.

There was no aroma of food or the clanging of spatulas wafting from the kitchen at this time.

There was no nagging or shouting for people to wash the dishes and eat.

Even the previously somewhat noisy Money Dart Technique now only sends out the message "Outgoing..."

"I'll have to order takeout now..."

Xia Qing quietly turned on the light, ordered takeout, and waited a while before finally getting a hot meal.

After his physical fitness improved, his appetite also increased significantly. He devoured a large amount of high-calorie food before finally letting out a satisfied sigh.

I had just made myself a cup of hot tea to help with my digestion when my phone suddenly beeped.

Xia Qing put down her teacup, opened her phone, and saw several messages from Ling Shuang.

Ling Shuang: Fortunately, we reacted quickly enough and caught someone who was there to investigate right outside your house today. We are currently interrogating him.

The message was followed by several pictures.

The person pictured above is an ordinary food delivery worker with no particularly striking features.

Only his calm yet fierce gaze while sitting in the chair of regret left a deep impression.

"It's even more disgusting than a nightmare..."

Xia Qing took a deep breath and then exhaled, controlling her emotions.

To him, the Shepherds were far more disgusting than any bewitching nightmare.

There's only one Bewitching Nightmare, and it doesn't have that many twists and turns.

But this group of people is impossible to guard against.

"Xia: Did you get any information? Could you find out who else was behind this?"

After calming down, Xia Qing replied with a message.

Ling Shuang: These informants are basically ordinary people at the bottom of society. Many of them are hired for money or brainwashed by cognitive interference. You can't get much useful information out of them, so you can only investigate along the way.

Ling Shuang quickly replied, but it wasn't good news.

Xia Qing didn't actually have high expectations.

While the authorities may not be adept at dealing with supernatural tales, they are certainly skilled at dealing with people.

If it were so easy to find, the Pastors' Organization wouldn't have failed to eradicate it after several raids; it should have been completely uprooted long ago.

With all the strange and bizarre abilities in ghost stories and nightmare artifacts, the hardest part is actually finding these bastards.

Xia: Then let me ask you a different question. If I find someone from the Pastors' Organization, it shouldn't be illegal to kill them, right?

Xia Qing sent another message.

This is one of the concerns.

Even the police need to follow evidence and procedures when they want to arrest or kill criminals.

The relevant departments are government agencies, after all, and cannot disrupt official order.

Not to mention someone like himself who is an 'ordinary person'.

Ling Shuang: The Shepherds are considered a terrorist organization, and these kinds of cases involving the supernatural don't, and can't, go through normal legal procedures. Although there is still a determination of responsibility afterward, it's basically impossible.

Ling Shuang: Here I am.

Ling Shuang sent two messages in a row this time.

Furthermore, the previous sentence was clearly interrupted abruptly and replaced by the following sentence.

"Xia: Nightmare?"

Xia Qing's spirits lifted, and he sprang up from his relaxed, slumped position, as if he were slouching over a meal.

Ling Shuang: That's right, I'm nearby, I'll come pick you up right away.

Ling Shuang sent another message, and then went silent.

As Xia Qing strode to the entrance of the residential area, his lady's sedan sped up and pulled up beside him with a beautiful drift: "Get in!"

"Okay, let's go."

Xia Qing also nimbly got into the passenger seat.

Ling Shuang launched herself into the air and sped off. While driving, she glanced sideways at Xia Qing's empty hands: "Where's your halberd? Didn't you take it?"

She had even prepared a strap to tie up the goods.

"You'll know when you get there."

Xia Qing smiled and kept everyone in suspense.

Upon hearing this, Ling Shuang didn't ask any further questions. She floored the accelerator and sped off, driving even faster as she approached the suburbs.

It didn't take long before we arrived at the suburban avenue we had visited that morning.

The car had just turned onto this road.

Immediately, a thin mist filled the surroundings.

Under the headlights of the car.

A hundred meters ahead, a figure in full armor and horsemanship emerged from the fog and materialized.

The knight, clad in heavy lamellar armor, stood upright like an iron tower.

The warhorses, also clad in armor and concealing their faces, remained motionless even as the speeding chariot approached.

The two remained as silent as statues.

But soon, the silent statue shattered this impression and launched a silent attack.

There were no shouts, no hisses.

All that remained were galloping warhorses, raised lances, surging killing intent, and the menacing aura of battle.

And then there was the continuous, resounding sound of horses' hooves, like the beat of drums.

The sound of friction between the armor plates and the armor plates complemented each other.

"Should we ram it?"

Upon seeing this, Ling Shuang hurriedly shouted.

The abilities of ghost stories are strange.

However, most supernatural tales that possess a material form also adhere to some basic physical rules.

Even if you can't kill it, it doesn't mean you can easily withstand a car crash with your bare body.

"No! Hide!"

The Overlord Halberd Technique is a mounted combat skill, so Xia Qing can be considered to be well-versed in it.

He immediately rejected the idea, and without even having time to explain, he grabbed the steering wheel and turned it to the side.

Bang!
Just as the cavalrymen, who seemed poised to collide head-on like heavily armored tanks, suddenly turned their horses to the side and easily and nimbly passed by.

A lance was thrown out of the hand before they even crossed paths.

With overwhelming force and the terrifying speed of the two moving in opposite directions, it pierced directly through the front window, aiming straight for Ling Shuang's face.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Xia Qing reacted quickly, turning the steering wheel and lowering Ling Shuang's upper body.

The lance pierced through, and the shaft, due to inertia, slammed against the car window frame, making a deafening clanging sound.

The car also lost control due to the sudden turn of the steering wheel, veered off the main road, and crashed into a low, desolate hillside beside the road.

The armored cavalry, passing each other, did not stop at all, charging forward until they disappeared into the thin mist at the edge of the horizon.

Even the lance vanished without a trace when it disappeared.

"Cough, are you alright?"

Fortunately, Ling Shuang had subconsciously slowed down when she saw the cavalry, and with the airbags, Xia Qing was fine.

To prevent the cavalry from returning, he quickly climbed out of the carriage and pulled Ling Shuang out as well.

"fine……"

Ling Shuang wanted to say something, but Xia Qing simply picked her up and placed her on a small earthen mound by the roadside.

"You don't need to worry about this anymore. I'll handle him."

Xia Qing put Ling Shuang down and walked straight to the center of the road.

He didn't believe the cavalryman wouldn't turn back after missing his target.

(End of this chapter)