Chapter 41: The Stench of Death Resurfaces

Chapter 41: The Stench of Death Resurfaces

Miles found himself awake much earlier than usual the following morning. His recent transformation into a ghost tamer had brought a slew of peculiar changes in his body, most noticeable of which was his diminishing need for sleep. Interestingly, he didnt feel fatigued even with fewer hours spent in slumber.

Just six hours of sleep? He wondered aloud, staring at his reflection as he washed his face. His visage wasnt wearied, instead he radiated a certain cold aloofness, which even seemed unfamiliar to him.

The red paper affixed to the back of his hand caught his attention. It had been a whole night; surprisingly, he hadnt felt the usual discomfort from the ghost eyes awakening process. Instead, he had slept peacefully. Still, a thin, barely discernible crack had surfaced on the red paper.

Does this red paper merely conceal the symptoms without addressing the underlying problem? Or is it just an incomplete fragment? He thought aloud while rubbing his head, The resolution to my brush with death is evidently more complicated than anticipated.

It was clear that with the prevalence of global disasters and supernatural occurrences, every ghost tamer was in the struggle for survival. Believing that he could unravel a solution single-handedly seemed naive.

As for his discovery that the red paper could suppress the vengeful ghosts reappearance, that was purely coincidental.

Wait a minute, he remembered abruptly, reaching for the human skin parchment he had with him.

The parchment held a written line: I woke up early today, noticing the subtle yet ongoing impact of the ghost eye on my body. My need for sleep is dwindling. If this keeps up, sleep might become unnecessary. Ive heard that ghosts dont require sleep, so it could be true.

Jing told me that you knew the survival mechanism for a ghost tamer. I dont believe he lied, so you must have the vital clue, he mused aloud, his gaze fixed on the parchment. If you decide to share your knowledge, I might reconsider your worth.

The parchment revealed additional text: I desperately want to live. The burdens of being a ghost tamer are slowly becoming evident: the dread of death, the worry of the vengeful ghosts resurgence, and the changes within myself. These arent burdens a person my age should bear. I questioned the bizarre human skin again today but didnt receive the answers I sought. It didnt provide any useful information.

Perhaps the human skin held secrets it refused to reveal.

What could it be concealing?

Upon reading these words, a flicker of emotions played on Miless face.

He had previously suspected the parchment of possessing a consciousness. But after leaving the school, it seemed to have lost its guiding properties.

Without the parchments direction within the old mans ghost domain, he would never have escaped alive.

If you withhold useful information, youre no better than a burden. I might as well burn you to avoid carrying around human skin. Its unsettling, he muttered to himself.

Having finished his morning routine, Miles nonchalantly tossed the enigmatic object onto the gas stove, setting it aflame. Surprisingly though, the parchment remained untouched under the dancing flames. The fire, it seemed, could not mar it.

Miles, are you trying to burn something? Cooking noodles? Strong, drawn by the scent of gas, came rushing from his room.

A group of individuals disembarked, led by a rather short middle-aged man in a suit.

Be alert. The boss has been in a foul mood since the mall shut down, Strong whispered a warning.

This man, known as Mr. Calm, was the owner of the mall. He had previously dealt in real estate, but in recent years had pivoted to establish this shopping center.

Master Catch, welcome to my mall. Im hoping you can help us uncover whats gone awry here. Theres been a string of mysterious disappearances lately. Do tread carefully, said Mr. Calm, his face split into an amicable smile. He was leading a portly man in his fifties, followed by a small entourage of apprentices.

Master Catch abruptly stopped and declared, We mustnt enter via the main entrance. Are there any alternative entrances to the mall?

Yes, certainly, we have a service entrance, replied the owner, a touch flustered.

Then lets proceed from there, suggested Master Catch.

Miles, stationed at the entrance, couldnt help but smirk at the unfolding spectacle. This man was clearly a charlatan, spouting nonsense and bamboozling innocent people.

Everyone else, including customers, had been using the main entrance without issue. Why would this supposed master have a problem with it? Even if ghosts existed, surely he would have encountered them during his patrols.

Thats, of course, unless Master Catch had superior ghost-taming skills.

Yet, a single glance at his gleaming, oily face made it clear that he was nothing of the sort.

You all stay here and ensure no one else enters. Ill call if I need you, Pear instructed hurriedly before leading a group of her female colleagues to welcome the owner.

Master Catch, with Mr. Calm, the mall manager, Pear, and a few others in tow, entered the mall through the side door. He led them on a stroll around the mall, throwing occasional glances around. Then, he gave an enlightened nod, suggesting he had grasped the crux of the strange occurrences in the mall, although it remained unclear exactly what hed deduced.

Perhaps he had already conjured up a suitable narrative in his mind.

Miles couldnt be bothered. Despite knowing Master Catch was a fraud, he didnt see the point in unmasking him.

If no supernatural activities were afoot, the hefty reward would inevitably go to this imposter, not him.

Hmm? Suddenly, Miless nostrils flared. He detected a faint, rotting smell. That odor is back, and it seems closer, because its more intense than before.

He pivoted, surveying the still peaceful mall, but everything seemed in order.