"Huh, I feel relieved."
Having killed a scumbag, Jett felt physically and mentally light.
As for the burden of killing, sorry, he didn't feel any burden at all.
People know the terror of ghosts, but ghosts know the toxicity of the human heart.
Such scum were not much better than ghosts; they were at most just freaks wearing human skin.
Quincy and the others didn't know what to do when they saw this scene.
The perpetrator was dead, so was there any need to continue?
Don't look at how loudly Quincy and the others shouted slogans at the beginning, saying they were ridding the world of evil. In reality, without personal interest, even a Buddha wouldn't open its eyes to look at the world, let alone the monks under his command.
"You could continue," Jett called out to Quincy and the Red-Clad Senior, then sat aside, putting on a look of enjoying the spectacle.
Quincy felt like he wanted to vomit blood. He had worked hard, but in the end, he hadn't gained any benefits.
So, what should he do next?
Should he just leave, or should he continue to grit his teeth and kill the female ghost under the pretext of enforcing justice?
On the other side, the Red-Clad Senior also felt that with the scumbag dead, most of her resentment had dissipated. She no longer had the desire to kill, and she couldn't even find the meaning of her existence.
"Why aren't you fighting anymore?" Jett said to Quincy, "Go on, the female ghost is right there. Kill her."
Quincy, who was still hesitating, lost his mood instantly when he saw Jett enjoying the spectacle. Continuing to fight would only make him look like a fool.
"I've done my best. The rest is up to you," Quincy said, then turned and left without looking at the others' faces. His four seniors also followed directly.
Only Jett, Bianca, and a group of bodyguards remained.
"The employer is dead, so we're leaving too," the bodyguards cautiously glanced at the female ghost and quickly followed Quincy's back, leaving.
In their view, Jett was just someone who had no skills and only knew how to enjoy the spectacle. Staying any longer would only lead to death.
Besides, with the employer dead, staying might cause trouble later on.
"Aren't you leaving? Do you want to kill me?" the Red-Clad Senior said, not waiting for Jett's response. She lowered her head and said blankly, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. My grudge has been avenged. I have no reason to live anymore."
Jett smiled without saying anything. He stood up, patted the dirt off his body, and walked towards the door.
Having confirmed that the Red-Clad Senior wasn't an evil ghost, he didn't need to bother with her anymore.
He punished evil but didn't eliminate goodness.
Besides, it was he who had stomped the scumbag to death, and the Red-Clad Senior's pupils did not turn red.
"Remember, being a ghost is a chance for you to start again. Cherish it," Jett said to the Red-Clad Senior as he turned to leave.
After hearing Jett, the Red-Clad Senior nodded thoughtfully and then disappeared in the teaching building.
From then on, Sintcatu High School became famous in the Vaauco District, where paranormal events were concentrated.
Because there had been no paranormal events since the school principal's death.
It was rumored that there had always been a kind red-clothed Senior protecting them.
Moreover, Sintcatu High School no longer produced scumbags.
Because scumbags... all died.
...
"Sir, didn't we work for nothing this morning?" Bianca asked with a pout and some indignation after leaving Sintcatu High School.
Although she knew that Jett was punishing the scumbag, she was still unhappy because they had helped another female ghost.
"No, we didn't," Jett couldn't help but pinch Bianca's pouty cheeks and chuckled, "Sometimes, experience is the greatest gain. Besides, we got rid of a scumbag. Isn't it satisfying?"
Bianca nodded as if she understood but didn't fully comprehend, and quickly said, "I'm hungry. I want to eat."
After feeding the little servant girl, Jett continued to wander along the predetermined route.
Along the way, they didn't encounter any special incidents like the Red-Clad Senior.
What they encountered were basically ghosts causing mischief and harming others.
Even if they didn't kill people, if they were too excessive, Jett would also kill them.
After all, one shouldn't do evil just because it's small, unless it's a harmless ghost type forced by circumstances; otherwise, he didn't need to show mercy.
For these ghosts, Jett naturally didn't know what being polite meant.
Upon meeting them, he would slap them and directly turn them into black mist to absorb.
As for some stubborn ones that didn't show themselves, Bianca's role immediately became apparent. She would force them to show themselves, and then Jett would take action to eliminate them.
In the afternoon, with the close cooperation of one person and one ghost, they completed five missions.
They earned a total of over 200,000 in money.
They harvested a total of over 1,000 units of black mist.
It may seem like not much, but it was actually very good. After all, in the Zamnia District, it would be difficult to find paranormal events, let alone earn money from them.
200,000 - if Jett were to work like before, it would probably take him several years of not eating or drinking to save up.
At night, after eating outside, the two returned to their room.
After running around for a day, Jett started taking a bath and washing up when he got home.
After finishing these tasks, he turned on his computer, wanting to learn about the latest news on paranormal events.
"Sir, your tea," Bianca, wearing a nightgown, brought a cup of tea and placed it beside Jett.
Then, without leaving, she sat beside Jett, quietly accompanying him.
"Bianca, why do you think there are suddenly so many paranormal events now?" Jett suddenly raised his head and asked.
Bianca was startled. She thought for a moment and shook her head, indicating she didn't know.
She was just an ordinary female ghost and wouldn't pay attention to these things. She also couldn't come into contact with them. Without Jett, she would probably still be wandering on some deserted street in Zamnia District or be captured and tortured by a ghost king until her soul was scattered.
Asking her this question was like a king asking a beggar how they viewed political issues.
Seeing that the little servant girl didn't react, Jett began to think. He hadn't noticed this issue before, but now that he thought about it, he felt curious.
Ms. Foster had said before that this was the trend, but thinking about it, the trend should also conform to certain logic.
It couldn't just happen suddenly.
Jett thought for a while and referred to the novel's plot. According to the usual plot development, the so-called paranormal events should only be minor disturbances. As time passed, more and more powerful things would appear.
After all, if ghosts existed, were the Judges of hell far away?
Then what about the King of Hell?
The more Jett thought, the more he felt that he was still too weak, and his future was uncertain.
"Bianca."
"Hmm?"
Bianca looked over with a puzzled expression.
"Rest well tonight and work harder tomorrow."
"..."
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