I Only Sell Murder Houses

I jumped down from the windowsill and chased out of the room.

But I knew the Little Ghost was already gone. There was no way I was catching him now.

I had just run downstairs when I saw the hotel owner swinging a kitchen knife at Song Xiaotian.

Song Xiaotian disarmed him bare-handed and pinned the owner to the floor.

“What the hell! Why is he hacking at me out of nowhere?” Song Xiaotian was still dazed from sleep, barely awake.

I hurriedly pulled a Talisman from my pocket, pressed it to the owner’s forehead, and recited the Ghost-Sending Spell.

Once I finished chanting, the owner fainted. Song Xiaotian and I helped him onto the sofa, then left him there.

“The Little Ghost already came?” Song Xiaotian asked me.

I glared at him. “Why did you run just now?”