Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 275 The Vengeful Ghost's Offering

Mrs. Li hummed twice in dissatisfaction.

But Li Jian covered his mouth and nose: "Stop fooling around, something's up!"

Mrs. Li thought Li Jian was joking with her: "It's so late at night, what could possibly be going on? Good man, stop dawdling."

Li Jian, however, was not in the mood at all.

Li Jian's nerves were stretched to the limit. He could clearly feel a strong sense of resentment and anger in the air.

The pressure was like an invisible tide, surging in wave after wave, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The entire room felt like a pressure-filled can, ready to explode at any moment.

His gaze involuntarily swept back to Mr. Li's portrait on the wall.

The face in that photo was completely distorted; the originally gentle smile had turned into a ferocious, cold grin.

It seemed to be silently accusing something.

Li Jian felt a chill run down his spine and his palms were sweating, but he still tried his best to remain calm.

Mrs. Li gripped his hand tightly, her fingertips icy cold, her voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible: "Ah Jian... I... I'm fine..."

Li Jian took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound steady and strong: "Ah Zhen, don't make a sound, I'm here. No matter what happens, I will protect you."

However, he was filled with unease. He could feel the resentment and anger rising, as if an invisible force was approaching them.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if time itself had stood still.

Suddenly, the temperature in the room plummeted, as if it had instantly plunged from the height of summer into the depths of winter.

Li Jian's breath formed a cloud of white mist in the air, his heart raced, and his eyes scanned his surroundings warily.

He knew that this power was extraordinary, something that could not be explained by common sense.

"Ah Zhen, we have to leave here," Li Jian said in a low voice, his tone urgency.

Mrs. Li nodded, but her body was stiff with fear and she could barely move.

Li Jian held her hand tightly, trying to pull her up.

However, at that very moment, the lights in the room suddenly flickered and then went out completely, plunging the entire space into darkness.

In the darkness, the aura of resentment and anger intensified, as if it might devour them at any moment.

Li Jian's heart was pounding, but he still held Mrs. Li's hand tightly and whispered, "Don't be afraid, come with me."

Li Jian held Mrs. Li's soft little hand tightly, but there was not a single romantic thought in his mind.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on his surroundings, alert to any potential dangers.

The room was pitch black, and even the balcony was completely dark, as if the whole world had been swallowed up in endless darkness.

It was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Li Jian's breathing became rapid, and his heart pounded like a drum, but he still tried his best to remain calm.

He could feel Mrs. Li's hands trembling slightly, her fingertips icy cold; she was clearly quite frightened by the sudden darkness.

"Ah Zhen, don't be afraid, follow me," Li Jian said softly, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance.

He held her hand tightly, trying to convey some courage to her with his own strength.

However, in the darkness, the aura of resentment and anger grew stronger, as if an invisible force was approaching them.

A low, mournful sound reached Li Jian's ears, like someone weeping softly, or like the howling of the wind. The sound seemed to come from near and far, sending chills down his spine.

Mrs. Li's voice trembled so much it was almost inaudible: "Ah Jian... I... I'm so scared..."

Li Jian's heart sank, but he still tried to keep his voice steady: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Let's walk slowly and find the door first."

Guided by his memory, he groped his way toward the door.

However, in the darkness, his sense of direction seemed to be taken away as well, and every step was extremely difficult.

His hands groped in the air, trying to find a wall or furniture as a reference, but there seemed to be nothing around him.

Suddenly, Li Jian kicked something, making a dull thud.

He instinctively stopped, his heart pounding. Just then, he felt a chill creep up from behind, as if something was pressed tightly against his back.

His body stiffened instantly, and cold sweat slid down his back.

Mrs. Li seemed to sense something as well, gripping his hand tightly, her voice tinged with despair: "Jian...we...are we going to never get out of here?"

Li Jian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that at this moment, fear would only plunge them into deeper danger.

He held Mrs. Li's hand tightly and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Ah Zhen, we'll definitely get out of here. Trust me."

Li Jian and his wife walked unsteadily, and it was unclear how long they had been walking.

Li Jian knew perfectly well that he was trapped in a maze!

"That damned old Li, all he did was mess with your widow, why is he holding such a grudge?"

Li Jian knew that before the ghost possessed him, he could only resort to some petty tricks.

Simply put, it can only affect the human brain and has no effect on the real world.

For an ordinary person, they would definitely panic.

However, Li Jian had mastered Xingyi Quan, and his Qi and blood were much more vigorous than those of ordinary people.

If Mr. Li hadn't harbored such deep resentment, there would have been no way to influence him at all.

"Damn it, I forgot to ask Leon if he had any ideas on how to break through the barrier."

Li Jian remembers that Leon could use things like chocolate, milk, and plastic wrap to fight ghosts.

However, it did not mention how to break free from the "ghost wall" (a metaphor for being trapped in a maze of illusions).

"How about we try the simpler method?"

Li Jian recalled the Hong Kong films he had watched starring Uncle Ying, and the methods they used to deal with zombies.

Li Jian gritted his teeth and bit his tongue hard, a sweet and metallic taste instantly filling his mouth.

Without hesitation, he spat out blood from the tip of his tongue. With a hissing sound, it was as if something in the air was being burned, producing a piercing noise.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream rang in my ears, a sharp and painful sound, as if it came from the depths of hell.

With that scream, the surrounding darkness vanished instantly, like a torn curtain.

The lights in the room came back on, and the neon lights from outside the balcony shone in again, as if the darkness had never existed.

Li Jian was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but his eyes remained firm.

He held Mrs. Li's hand tightly, feeling her body still trembling slightly.

He asked in a low voice, "Ah Zhen, are you alright?"

Mrs. Li's face was pale, her eyes filled with terror, but upon hearing Li Jian's voice, she nodded with difficulty, her voice low and trembling: "I...I'm alright. What...what was that just now? Was it my husband coming back?"