172: Chapter 170: Ghost Eye 172: Chapter 170: Ghost Eye Nathan Lane was a constable in Levi County.
Although he was not very old, he had a wealth of experience in the field.
He was originally a native of Levi County.
At the age of nine, he followed his widowed mother when she remarried, and they moved to another place.
His stepfather was a coroner, and he had grown up in the various rooms of the County Governnt Office.
At the age of twelve, he started to carry a waist knife, and joined the other constables of the County Governnt Office in capturing so local hooligans and miscreants.
After his mother and stepfather passed away, he beca an official constable.
Four months ago, he had just been transferred back to his hotown, Levi County.
And then he found out that Levi County was not the sa as other places.
The officials in the County Governnt Office had so strange “standards” when it ca to handling and judging cases, even so homicide cases were not taken seriously.
His colleagues were also odd.
If the officials were not interested in a case, they would just ignore it.
Even if he uncovered so cases to investigate on his own, they would do everything in their power to hinder him.
Theoretically, such a place should have a low case-solving rate, and the County Magistrate should be punished during evaluations.
However, this was Prince Henry’s territory, and he never blad the County Magistrate.
Several days ago, there was another report from Pelier Town.
People had been continuously disappearing in the town.
Although the County Governnt Office took the case, no one took it to heart.
The case file was simply locked away in a cabinet.
Nathan Lane was no fool, but he found Levi County to be too bizarre.
He asked for leave from the County Governnt Office and ca to Pelier Town to investigate privately.
One clue after another was found, and it turned out to be evil ghosts eating people!
Moreover, this was not an isolated case in Levi County.
Eight out of ten mysterious deaths and disappearances were caused by evil ghosts!
Nathan Lane had always been different from others since he was a child.
He had a Ghost Eye.
It was his left eye.
He could see those ghost beings, but he was not a cultivator, and was just a skilled martial artist at most.
He beca fearful.
With Prince Henry’s protection and the County Governnt Office’s indulgence, if he still couldn’t figure out what was going on, he would have wasted his ten-plus years in the office!
Nathan Lane wanted to back out right away, but at that mont, he t Miss Slyvia of Pelier Town.
In a man’s life, he would always et a woman who could make him risk everything for her – the difference was whether he was worthy of doing so or not.
Slyvia’s younger brother, who was only ten years old, was among the missing people this ti.
Slyvia begged him to help find her brother.
They didn’t desire vengeance; they just wanted to find their lost family mber, dead or alive.
After much hesitation, Nathan Lane still refused Miss Slyvia, who was weeping profusely.
Her brother had most likely beco food for the evil ghosts already.
There was no point in continuing to search and risking his own life.
However, as he was preparing to leave Pelier Town with an imnse sense of regret, Miss Slyvia disappeared as well!
Nathan Lane’s blood boiled: It seed like she had gone to search for her brother on her own because he hadn’t agreed to help, and now she had been caught by the evil ghosts!
This ti around, Nathan Lane didn’t care about anything.
He didn’t care about Prince Henry or the evil ghosts – he would fight them all!
His talent in solving cases was indeed impressive, and he actually managed to locate the ghost’s den.
He tead up with several other local fighters, prepared Black Dog Blood and other items, and set off together to investigate the den.
However, the ghost den was located deep in the mountains, and when they arrived, it was already late at night, during which the evil ghosts were most powerful.
It was an ergency to save people, and they couldn’t wait until the next day.
As they prepared to fight the ghost beings, he happened to pass by the River God Temple and suddenly decided to go in and pray.
Perhaps it was because he knew the chances of success were slim, and his spirit sought so kind of support.
He had looked at the other temples and Taoist Temples in the town with his Ghost Eye, and they were all contaminated by evil spirits.
Only this newly-built River God Temple was clean.
It was said to have co from the neighboring Asa County, and was highly effective.
Offering to the River God would grant safe passage on the river.
As the ghost problems had caused panic in the town, the River God Temple was not very popular since it only took care of matters on the water.
After praying and making a wish, Nathan Lane left in a hurry, and gathered the recruited fighters.
Together with him, they were a group of seven people.
They grabbed their equipnt and swiftly left town, heading for the ghost den.
Not long after, it was nightfall.
They traveled through the wild hills and ridges, surrounded by bizarre noises.
They used torches to search but found nothing.
They beca more anxious as they walked, constantly feeling as though sothing was watching them from the dark!
Nathan Lane used his Ghost Eye to examine the surroundings, but found nothing.
His heart was filled with cold dread, as if they had encountered a powerful ghost being.
The only thing that gave him so comfort was the iron plate hanging around his neck.
It was given to him by an old Taoist Priest when he was ten years old, while he was playing in the morgue of the County Governnt Office.
The priest touched his left eye and then placed the plate around his neck.
The old Taoist Priest had said they would see each other again if they were destined in the future.
Since then, Nathan Lane had acquired his Ghost Eye, and always believed that the priest was a celestial being, and the iron plate was his amulet, and it would protect him should he ever be in danger!
In the dense forest surrounding them, a pair of eyes was always floating, silently watching them.
They were very peculiar eyes; if the elderly people in rural areas saw them, they would recognize them as the eyes of a Night Owl.
However, these eyes seed to be suspended between reality and nothingness, floating in the air like a rootless duckweed, without any body to rely on.
It was indescribable strangeness.
Whenever there was a strange noise, attracting the fighters to co and investigate, the eyes would gently close, making it impossible for the fighters and Nathan Lane to discover them.
In the heart of a remote mountain, there was a dark and cold pool that radiated a gloomy atmosphere even in broad daylight.
Beside the pool stood a brightly lit mansion, complete with servants, maids, and cooks, and it was not a haunted house.
A banquet was being held in the main hall where nine beautifully dressed maids, wearing veils and carrying pipas, danced gracefully to the music.
Seven or eight cultivators were drinking and enjoying themselves in the hall, and they could not help but fondle the dancing won in front of them from ti to ti, eliciting coy giggles from the won and lewd laughter from the n.
The Master of the Estate sat in the middle, wearing a rigid iron mask.
He drank a glass of wine and said, “Those people are so slow, it’s almost midnight, and they have not yet arrived.”
“Nathan Lane has a special birth ti and a unique body.
He is an excellent material, I hope he will not disappoint , and I will not have exhausted all ans to bring him here.”
The other cultivators laughed, “It is his good fortune to be favored by the Master of the Estate.
To be refined into a Barlow Demon and contribute to His Highness’s great cause is his destiny!”
The Master laughed, “Let’s drink and enjoy ourselves first.
Those fellows are timid as mice; I estimate that it will take them more than another Shichen (2 hours) to arrive.”
“We don’t even need to take action ourselves; the children in the backyard will take care of them and drag them into the Corpse Pool.”
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