Taboo Mage - Chapter 141 - The Ghost in the Wardrobe

Suddenly, a crying sound came from behind me.

In the pitch-dark environment, hearing such a strange wailing was like a needle suddenly piercing my heart, causing goosebumps all over my body.

I slowly turned my head toward the direction of the sound, which was coming from a wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Could there really be a ghost hiding in a wardrobe? I steadied myself and walked over slowly, gripping the copper coin sword tightly in one hand and the wardrobe handle in the other.

Then, I yanked the door open with force!

The wardrobe was empty except for a white dress hanging inside.

I frowned, my brain hadn’t even had time to react when my hand had already chopped the white dress with the copper coin sword. A puff of white smoke billowed out from the dress.

I stepped back a few paces and pulled out some warding off evil talisman paper from my pocket, scattering it towards the direction of the white smoke.

The crying sound suddenly intensified, and a woman slowly materialized in mid-air. I took a deep breath, my eyes unblinkingly fixed on the thing that had appeared out of thin air.

It was a female ghost. I had seen many female ghosts before, but this was the first time I had seen one like this.

In mid-air, she slowly turned around, her face woeful. Other than her overly pale complexion, she looked no different from an ordinary woman, and I could even see a hint of delicateness in her face.

“Who are you?” I originally planned to communicate in Thai, but when I opened my mouth, I realized I didn’t know a single word in Thai, so I yelled in Mandarin.

The woman actually understood, floating down until her feet touched the ground, and said in a mournful tone, “Master, please save me.”

I frowned. Save her? Damn it, she was placed here by Taka to block my way, and she wants me to save her?

The female ghost sobbed a few times and said, “In life, I was a tourist who came to Thailand. I was killed by robbers, and my spirit couldn’t return to my homeland, so I have been drifting around. Somehow, I ended up locked in here.”

I listened to her story, which sounded both pitiful and aggrieved, but why do I feel like I can’t believe a word she’s saying?

I stood still, waiting to see what kind of story she could spin next. It’s said that a dying person’s words are kind, but a ghost who lies even in death was definitely a first for me.

It seemed that Taka had left quite a few things in the villa, waiting for me…

The female ghost talked on and on, but seeing that I was ignoring her, she suddenly became furious. Her hair stood on end as if electrified, her pale face instantly wrapped in a green glow; blood streamed from the corners of her eyes and mouth as she lunged at me with her sharp nails.

I scoffed coldly. Did she really think such little Taoist cultivation could deceive me?

I pulled a piece of talisman paper from my backpack and swung it at her face! The female ghost dodged, but in that moment, I thrust my copper coin sword forward, hitting her squarely in the center of her forehead.

The female ghost let out a piercing scream. I bit my finger, dripped blood on the yellow talisman paper, lit it, and threw it onto her.

Her sharp screams gradually subsided until only a white dress remained, floating down from mid-air.

It turned out that the evil spirit had possessed the white dress. I lit another piece of yellow talisman paper and threw it on the dress, which quickly burned into a pile of ashes.

After dealing with the female ghost, I hurried to the door, ready to leave, but it was locked from the outside. I looked around, then decisively grabbed a chair and smashed it against the door, breaking a hole in the middle.

The noise attracted the attention of the security guard, and I heard disordered footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs. I quickly ran in the opposite direction.

The most dangerous place is often the safest. Eventually, I hid in the bathroom on the third floor, still reeking, and pulled out my compass. Now, only two puppets remained, one in the basement and one on the roof.

If I couldn’t find them in either of these places, it would mean that Taka had already heard of my arrival and had moved them ahead of time.

I recalled what Jue Chi had told me about the place where he was detained: surrounded by white walls, with nothing but a bed and a bathroom.

The rooftop and the basement…

After a moment’s deliberation, I steeled my resolve and dashed towards the basement.

Unexpectedly, just as I emerged from the bathroom, I was confronted by a burly man. I cursed under my breath and turned to run in the opposite direction, with the big man jabbering incomprehensibly behind me.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out close to my ear. Instinctively, I pressed myself against the wall, feeling a burning pain on my cheek. I glanced to the side and saw a bullet, still emitting white smoke, embedded in the wall right by my ear.

Had I been even slightly slower, that bullet would have pierced my skull.

With no time to marvel at my luck, I almost immediately turned and rushed into a nearby room, locking the door behind me and then climbing out the window.

Jumping down from the third floor was a bit challenging for me; with my limited skills, surviving a jump from the second floor was fortunate enough.

But situations dictate actions, and at that moment, I would have jumped even from the thirtieth floor!

Better to be smashed than riddled with bullets!

With a burst of energy, I bent over and leaped from the balcony. Fortunately, I chose a position that allowed me to land with only a slight twist of my foot, which didn’t affect my walking at all.

I hid in a bush and took out my compass to reorient myself. According to the compass, the basement was located to my left.

I looked in that direction; the basement was connected to the garage, which typically has surveillance cameras at the entrance. Entering the basement directly through the garage would put me right under Taka’s watchful eye.

The only chance now was to circle to the back to see if there was a back door or a window that could serve as an entry point.

The little fox, which had been lingering outside the villa, suddenly darted over, biting my jacket and squeaking incessantly, as if trying to tell me something.

As I was busy searching for the entrance to the basement, I let the little fox play by itself, but it persisted, tugging at my sleeve.