Reborn as the Strongest Immortal Cultivator in Modern Times

After wiping his weapon clean, Song Tai put it back in his belt, took out clothes from his suitcase, and headed towards the bathroom.

Ye Yu had no interest in watching him take a bath, so she withdrew her consciousness and continued meditating.

It was late at night again when Ye Yu heard a series of 'thump thump thump' sounds coming from upstairs once more.

She opened her eyes, and her consciousness once again swept over Song Tai next door.

Song Tai also heard the noise upstairs, but he just lay on the bed, frowning as he turned over. It was clear that he thought it was a resident making noise upstairs.

The 'thumping' sound from upstairs continued, and Song Tai was getting impatient, as it was disturbing his rest.

Then Ye Yu saw Song Tai put on a coat, open the door, and walk upstairs.

However, he soon discovered that neither the elevator nor the stairs could be used to go up.

Song Tai then realized something was wrong. He went back into the house, took out a paper cutter from his belt, went directly to the balcony, and climbed upstairs from the balcony.

This made Ye Yu raise an eyebrow. Did Song Tai want to use a paper cutter to catch ghosts?

Song Tai went up to the eighth-floor balcony and saw that the room was dark and there were no signs of life. He frowned and shouted, "Who is playing tricks here? Come out here!"

Ye Yu also wanted to see if the sound that made this commotion was from a person or a ghost.

However, she knew in her heart that it was unlikely to be a human, because even her divine sense had not detected anything amiss.

There was only silence all around, no sound at all, and the 'thump thump thump' sound also disappeared.

Song Tai gently pushed open the slightly old door to the balcony and stepped into the room with cautious and careful steps.

Ye Yu focused her gaze on Song Tai, and she keenly noticed that Song Tai's originally calm face now faintly revealed a hint of undisguised tension.

Just then, a cold, damp wind swept towards Songtai without warning.

Ye Yu was startled. She knew that Song Tai must have also noticed this strange, eerie wind.

Sure enough, Song Tai reacted instantly, his knife flashing in a dazzling display, and without hesitation, he slashed fiercely at the gust of cold wind.

However, something unexpected happened.

In the next second, Song Tai's body was struck by a tremendous force, and he was thrown backward at an extremely fast speed.

He tried desperately to steady his body as he was being pushed backward, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the trend.

In the blink of an eye, half of Song Tai's body was already leaning against the rickety railing on the outside of the balcony.

From Ye Yu's perspective, Song Tai looked as if he had been violently shoved away by an invisible giant hand, making the whole scene look extremely dangerous.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yu immediately enhanced his divine sense and swept it towards the location of Song Tai.

This time, with his enhanced divine sense, Ye Yu detected a faint, shadowy figure that was desperately clinging to Song Tai.

Upon seeing the dark figure, Ye Yu was somewhat surprised: "Could it be... that there really are ghosts here?"

If it really is a ghost, then it must be much more powerful than the one in the Shenxianjia sinkhole, at least in terms of concealment.

However, Ye Yu was relieved again. This ghost was no match for her; it was just good at hiding.

Moreover, the ghost seemed to sense Ye Yu's divine sense and quickly drifted towards the twelfth floor.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Tai jumped down from the eighth-floor balcony, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and returned to his own room.

He's quite agile; it seems he has excellent light-body skills.

There was no further sound from upstairs, and Ye Yu wasn't in a hurry to check.

Instead, he scanned Song Tai with his divine sense again, only to see that Song Tai, who was pale-faced, took out a medicine bottle from his suitcase, poured out a pill, and put it into his mouth.

He then took out a yellow bag, pulled out a talisman from it, and stuck it on the door of the room before beginning to meditate and cultivate.

Ye Yu scanned the talisman and discovered that it actually possessed a faint spiritual energy. No one in the ancient martial arts sects could create such a talisman; only those in the Qianmen sect might be able to.

Now Ye Yu was almost certain that this Song Tai was a member of the Qianmen.

What is his purpose in coming here?

Time passed quickly, and the next morning, Ye Yu had just finished washing up when she heard a knock on the door.

Ye Yu was taken aback. She didn't know anyone here, not to mention that there were very few people in this building. Why would someone come knocking on her door?

Ye Yu opened the door and found Song Tai standing at her door.

Song Tai's complexion had recovered by this time, but he looked somewhat tired, perhaps because of what happened last night.

Song Tai first scanned Ye Yu up and down, and seeing that she was alright, he breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief. Then he asked Ye Yu, "Did you hear anything last night?"

Ye Yu pretended to be confused and shook her head, saying, "I didn't hear anything. I sleep very soundly every day and didn't hear anything."

Song Tai frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "That's impossible. I usually sleep very soundly, but I was woken up last night."

He then asked Ye Yu, "Haven't you heard that this place is a haunted house? I heard that more than a dozen people died in this building? That's why the rent here is so low."

Ye Yu looked at Song Tai with a strange expression. She had never heard the landlord mention any of these things. Song Tai had moved in the day after her, so how did he know?

Seeing Ye Yu's gaze, Song Tai thought he had scared her with his words and explained with some annoyance, "I didn't mean to scare you. Last night I heard some noises upstairs, so this morning I called the older brother who helped me find a house. After I told him the situation, he told me the truth."

Upon hearing Song Tai's explanation, Ye Yu showed an expression of understanding, then asked with some concern, "What noises did you hear last night? Could it really be ghosts?"

Seeing that he had frightened the man, Song Tai quickly explained, "I must have misheard. There are no ghosts in this world. Don't be afraid."

"But I didn't know before, and now that you've told me, I feel like this room is chilly." Ye Yu rubbed her arms.

At this point, Song Tai became even more frustrated. He said, "Don't be afraid. My name is Song Tai. I'm an intern at Lingtian Company. We're neighbors. If you feel anything is wrong, you can come to me."

Ye Yu relaxed a little: "My name is Ye Yanwu. I'm here as a tourist. I'll be leaving after a while."

Song Tai nodded and asked, "How long have you been staying here?"

"Just the day before you."

"Then you..." Before Song Tai could finish speaking, a piercing scream suddenly came from downstairs, instantly shattering the quiet atmosphere of the building.

The two men's hearts tightened, and after exchanging a glance, they hurriedly ran towards the direction of the sound.

A short while later, they arrived at the fifth floor.

As soon as I reached the stairwell, I saw that the door to the fifth-floor apartment was wide open.

In the corridor, two men sat slumped in fear, one of them frantically dialing the police.

Without hesitation, Song Tai took the lead and walked into the house, with Ye Yu following closely behind.

But just as she was about to reach the bedroom door, Song Tai suddenly stopped and stretched out his arm to block her way.

Song Tai turned to Ye Yu with a serious expression and said, "The scene inside is a bit scary, you'd better not go in."

At this moment, Ye Yu still looked like a delicate girl. She nodded slightly and then slowly backed away.

Although she outwardly heeded Song Tai's advice, Ye Yu's consciousness had already quietly bypassed Song Tai and entered the bedroom.

Through her divine sense, she could clearly see a man's corpse lying quietly on the messy bed in the room.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, filled with scarlet blood vessels, as if they were about to burst open.

What's even more chilling is that it seems all the blood and energy in his body have been drained away, and his skin, which should have been rosy and healthy, has become as pale as paper, completely devoid of color.

In contrast, Song Tai appeared much calmer.

Clearly, he was used to such life-or-death scenes, and his face showed no fear in the face of such a horrifying sight.