As a result, the curse spirit took over the body.

Since then, the entire magic world has changed the procedure for dealing with Curse Master’s corpses to mandatory cremation, and Gojo Satoru’s disorganized and undisciplined behavior was criticized by name—if it weren’t for him leaving Xia Youjie’s corpse intact at the time, the curse spirit wouldn’t have borrowed Xia Youjie’s body to cause trouble, right?

"Miss Duanmu, it’s all taken care of... It doesn’t seem like this is a haunted house."

After handling the corpses and bloodstains, Mikazuki Mika quickly approached Duanmu Huai and reported in a low voice.

"Hmm, haunted houses are easy to talk about, but actually quite hard to find."

Standing by the second-floor windowsill, Duanmu Huai looked at the doorway opposite. Honda had already opened the door, and what greeted her was her unconscious father—the spell cast by the caster that controlled him was lifted upon the caster’s death by Duanmu Huai, so the previously enraged father naturally fell into a coma.

Seeing her unconscious father, Honda was also panic-stricken, ran inside, and then called for First Aid.

"Miss Duanmu, that Curse Master’s technique should have been about controlling someone’s emotions, right?"

"Yes, and it could only control one person."

"But how could such a weak Curse Master kill so many people?"

Mikazuki Mika was clearly somewhat surprised. In her impression, those Curse Masters who possessed powerful techniques would cause great harm, but could someone who could only control emotions, and only one person’s at that, also cause such damage?

"Weak doesn’t mean harmless. Sometimes, being weak actually makes it harmful."

Duanmu Huai responded calmly. Many times, the enemies encountered by the Tribunal were very weak; weak not only to the Tribunal but also to the local people. Creatures like Ratmen, for instance, could be killed by a regular soldier in a one-on-one fight. But when they gather, they become incredibly annoying.

Because they are weak, they use wisdom to solve problems instead of strength.

That’s why Duanmu Huai most disliked Cunning Deception. He preferred a head-on exchange, like with Brutal Wrath, rather than always thinking of ways to scheme and disgust people.

So although many would consider Corrupted Foil the most disgusting, to Duanmu Huai, nothing was more disgusting than Cunning Deception.

Just like Honda’s house now, perhaps when her father wakes up again, he won’t be as brutal as before, but can the family of three reconcile as before or will there be a rift?

See, this is what makes schemes the most disgusting. In a direct fight, if you win or lose, it’s settled; there’s always a next time. But what about letting a family’s emotions break apart? Even if the father is willing to change for the better, will his wife and daughter forgive him?

To this, Duanmu Huai said... it doesn’t concern him.

He didn’t get paid, so he doesn’t do extra services.

But the next target is set.

Find a haunted house, look for a suitable subspace entrance. This task, Duanmu Huai left to Mikazuki Mika.

Hmm, let the secretary handle things.

"Alright, there’s nothing left for us here."

After seeing the ambulance take Honda’s father away, Duanmu Huai withdrew his gaze.

"Let’s treat this guy as missing, then."

"Okay."

So, the supernatural incident encountered by the Honda’s house was basically resolved. As for the follow-up, Duanmu Huai only heard from Banai that Honda specifically sought her out to thank her, saying that after wearing that Buddha Beads, she never again felt similar things, and the emotional state at home was much better, as if everything was back to normal.

To this, Duanmu Huai said... well, they were just props from a previous film shoot, taking up space if he kept them, so he gave them away. As long as the other party liked it, that’s fine.

After all, these things rely on psychological factors anyway. Whether it’s a movie prop or from some temple, isn’t it all the same?

After this incident, Banai and Chitanda seemed to also become interested in haunted houses, often searching for rumors and records about this kind of thing, then going to check them out. Duanmu Huai accompanied them as well, but most of these haunted houses were just legends, with only a few barely considered real. As for the curse spirits, Duanmu Huai took care of them while taking a stroll.

In short, there were some, but none met Duanmu Huai’s requirements.

By the way, these two would exclaim loudly every time they read about haunted house ghost stories, acting scared but still insisting on going, and dragging Duanmu Huai along.

Actually, Duanmu Huai couldn’t understand this habit. He had seen many times girls watch horror films, scream in fright, have nightmares at night, yet insist on watching them.

However, both Banai and Chitanda were also cowards. Without Duanmu Huai, they definitely wouldn’t go. Only when Duanmu Huai went would they go.

From this perspective, these two were quite obedient.

Well, this might be related to their previous experiences at Baixue Hall. Even though everything that happened back then felt like a dream to them, and they probably didn’t remember the details, fear was likely etched into their DNA.

So occasionally engraving some random stuff in the DNA isn’t bad.