The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: This is a Ghost with Principles

Not exaggerating here.

The guy was so scared at the time he almost wet himself.

How deep was the grudge to haunt people even as a ghost?

"And then what happened?"

Ashton Todd asked curiously about the moment the ghost face lunged at them. His demeanor was less like a ghost hunter and more like a gossip enthusiast.

The guy was a bit annoyed but, out of respect for Scarlett Jennings, begrudgingly continued his story,

"We instinctively pulled the covers over our heads, and then he just stayed outside... yelling at us the whole time."

This time even Ashton Todd, Scarlett Jennings, and Nathan White couldn’t help but tilt their heads.

The three: ???

"You’re saying he didn’t leave but stayed right next to your bed, yelling at you? Didn’t do anything else?"

A girl nearby answered through her sobs,

"If he had done anything else, we’d already be dead by now."

Even just this scared them half to death; they didn’t dare sleep the entire night.

They almost suffocated from staying under the blankets.

The guy, however, was much calmer now,

"Isn’t there that treaty about humans and ghosts not harming each other or something? I guess he saw us hiding under the covers, so he just stood outside yelling instead."

Nathan White seemed to realize something while being slightly surprised, "There’s actually such a treaty in the Ghost Realm?"

Ashton Todd joined in with a sigh, "Looks like this ghost has rules to follow."

Scarlett Jennings: ...

Isn’t that just an internet joke someone made up?

Whatever. It’s not important.

Leaving 2003 behind, Scarlett Jennings showed little emotion as she entered the elevator but couldn’t help asking Nathan White,

"Senior, are you sure this is a mission for an Initial Rank?"

Nathan White heard her and immediately glanced at her nervously.

To be honest, he wasn’t so sure anymore either.

"Based on what that guy just said, the entity could not only interact with physical objects, create dreams, and even materialize in front of living people. These are not things a ghost who passed away just a month ago should be able to do."

A typical new ghost would struggle to accomplish even one of these abilities.

Some weaker new ghosts would even be destabilized by the positive energy of the living.

Though, there are vengeful spirits that can perform these feats.

Usually, these stronger vengeful spirits target individuals with whom they have life-or-death grudges.

It’s true the two families just now were disliked.

But the grudge doesn’t seem to warrant such drastic measures.

And it’s clear the new ghost had no intention of killing them.

"Are you suspecting that a vengeful spirit disguised as a new ghost is messing with people on purpose?" Nathan White asked in a low voice.

Before Scarlett Jennings could answer, Ashton Todd couldn’t help but click his tongue,

"Which vengeful spirit has that much free time?"

Scarlett Jennings shook her head, "What was clinging to those two families was definitely the Shadow Energy of a new ghost."

She was purely curious about where the new ghost got its abilities from.

Unless the entity was born extraordinarily gifted.

Or, like them—Masters—sometimes their soul power after death surpassed that of ordinary spirits.

It was unclear which category this ghost fell into.

...

It didn’t take much effort for them to drag the ghost out.

Ghosts like this typically stay in the place where they died. As 1803 has remained unrented since the death occurred, they entered easily.

Scarlett Jennings activated a Talisman, and Ashton Todd set up the array.

"Why? I’m just scaring them, making them experience firsthand what they’ve done to others. How is that my fault?"

He was cowardly as a human, and now he just wanted to vent as a ghost—is that so wrong?

He genuinely just wanted to vent.

He was truly frustrated.

If there’s anything modern netizens despise yet endure helplessly, it’s people talking loudly in movie theaters and noisy upstairs neighbors.

These issues leave no room for reasoning.

When confronted, it’s always about kids running around, the complainant being overly sensitive, or being told, "If you’re so bothered, go live in a villa."

Ezra Wright was one of those helpless victims.

But if that were the extent of it, he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to haunt the families upstairs after his death.

Despite the constant disturbance, he complained several times and even approached the neighborhood committee.

The female landlord upstairs promised to address the issue in front of the committee representative, but shortly after, she complained loudly in the building’s group chat, accusing him of nitpicky complaints that had made her son afraid to even walk around the house.

The upstairs family had lived in the building for a long time and were well-acquainted with other residents in the group chat. Following her complaint, parents with children quickly rallied behind her, criticizing Ezra one by one.

Comments ranged from questioning if he had no children or was planning never to have any, to urging him to be tolerant and understanding.

Ezra Wright endured the verbal assault and eventually left the group chat.

But the upstairs family, after painting themselves as victims, began an unrelenting campaign of retaliation against him.

The noise grew even worse—more intense running, stomping, ball-dribbling sounds,

checkers and mahjong tiles being repeatedly tossed onto the floor,

chairs being deliberately dragged around late at night, and—

garbage frequently placed outside his door.

Ezra Wright couldn’t understand why reporting a legitimate complaint led to such vindictive retaliation.

The neighborhood committee, likely trying to defuse the tension between him and the family in 1903, speculated that the noise might be coming from the 20th floor instead.

Ezra then went to inquire, only to be nearly hit by the man there.

After that, unpleasant rumors began circulating about Ezra in the community...