Emil thought for a moment, then recorded in his notebook: "I also seem to have the ability to enter dreams, like a master; I can freely manipulate dreams."
Ghosts, whether ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, all possess the ability to enter dreams; it's an instinct, like humans breathing or speaking, and doesn't even consume Yin Power.
Not to mention, Emil had already died twice, and the power of grievance he contained was enough to make even Satan in Hell drool.
However, he had only used it unconsciously last night, and if given the chance, Emil wanted to try it again while awake.
In fact, there was another obvious change happening right under his nose, but Emil was not yet fully aware of it.
After the uncontrolled Yin Power he unleashed last night, this entire apartment building on 54th Street in Hell's Kitchen had transformed into a place of cursed grievance.
However, this place of cursed grievance is equivalent to an inner space parallel to the real World, not usually visible.
This space can be manipulated by Emil, like a World nestled between the human realm and Hell.
Under the erosion of deep cursed Yin Power, any living person who mistakenly wanders into the place of cursed grievance without Emil's protection will surely die without a burial place.
It's like a curse; unless Emil lifts it, it will fatally pursue them.
If such an ability had appeared in Emil's previous life, he would have become an invincible and unsolvable fierce ghost, like Kayako from "Ju-On" or Sadako from "Ringu."
Unfortunately, this is the World of Marvel movies, and besides Iron Man Tony Stark, who knows how many Superheroes or Super-criminals exist.
For these Mutants who possess abilities beyond ordinary humans, even Emil's powerful ghost abilities are probably not considered strange or unusual.
Waving his hand, a chilling Yin wind stirred.
Emil was about to further test the extent of his abilities when he suddenly heard a roaring voice from the hallway:
"You sons of bitches, look carefully, these are the transfer documents for the apartment building.
From now on, this apartment no longer belongs to that scumbag Kirkley.
From now on, your annual rent will be paid to me, the great Old Babu.
Do you understand?"
Forgive the poor sound insulation of Emil's wooden door; the voice coming from outside was so shrill and high-pitched, it sounded like the dying "quacking" of a drake thrown into boiling water, ready for cooking.
Emil, who was considering what other supernatural abilities might be hidden within him, initially didn't intend to pay attention.
After all, no matter who the ownership of the building was transferred to, he and his sister would still have to pay every cent of their annual rent.
Inheriting the body's memories, Emil also knew that his family didn't have much savings, and being able to rent this two-bedroom, one-living room apartment for a very low rent was actually a huge bargain.
If it weren't for the apartment being located in Hell's Kitchen, a suite of the same size in New York City would at least double in price.
Emil didn't want to cause trouble for his sister Kathleen.
He let out a heavy snort through his nose, calmed himself, and prepared to continue his research.
However, although Emil didn't want to cause trouble, that drake-like voice outside wouldn't shut up: "Oh, and as protection fees from the great Old Babu for you maggots, in addition to the annual rent, you'll also have to pay a monthly management fee.
As for this fee, Old Babu doesn't want to make things difficult for you; let's just roughly double it based on the rent."
Doubling it?
Wouldn't that mean the rent for this apartment would be even higher than property prices in New York City?
This immediately infuriated the tenants in the apartment, and they began complaining vociferously:
"How can this be?
When Kirkley signed the rental contract with us, he already collected all three years of rent in advance.
How can you suddenly change it like this?"
"Yes, yes, the price is too high.
How can we afford to live here?"
A timid voice also said, "Um, I don't know why, but when I woke up this morning, I felt a chill in the apartment.
I had nightmares all last night.
Could it be that some dirty thing has taken up residence in our apartment?"
In any case, they were all opposing Old Babu's sudden demand for a price increase.
Emil heard everything clearly from inside the house and felt a bit hesitant.
If the rent went up, would the pressure on his sister be too great?
These matters were not Old Babu's concern.
Suddenly, a "bang" of a gunshot echoed from the hallway, and the drake-like voice rang out again:
"Alright, you sons of bitches, since you signed a contract with Kirkley, then go to Hell and fulfill it with that scumbag.
No matter what, you all must at least gather the first month's rent for me today.
I want it now!"
This was outright robbery, but seeing the gun barrel still smoking in Old Babu's hand, the hallway immediately fell silent.
No matter how angry or enraged they were, no one stepped forward to confront Old Babu.
Well, perhaps they could gang up and take care of Old Babu, but behind Old Babu stood a Big Boss from Hell's Kitchen.
Everyone knew Old Babu was just a small-time thug, but what if he was acting on the orders of that Big Boss?
Fear of death is human nature.
Old Babu saw the residents gathered in the hallway disperse one after another and couldn't help but laugh heartily.
That's right, although he didn't quite understand why his Big Boss insisted on making him evict these poor maggots from this apartment, since it was a task personally assigned by the Big Boss, he could only handle it perfectly.
Of course, being able to make a quick buck while completing the Big Boss's task wasn't a bad idea either.
Emil gritted his teeth in hatred.
Wouldn't this force him and his sister into a dead end?
Although his sister had joined Stark Industries Group, she hadn't yet become a full-time employee, and her current salary was simply not enough to support two people living in New York City.
His face was grim and uncertain, and he was secretly calculating whether he should make a move and get rid of this drake.
Yes, that's right, Emil had the power!
Unexpectedly, Emil hadn't gone to find Old Babu yet, but this drake-like voice had delivered himself to the door.
He banged on the door, shouting from outside: "Kathleen, my beautiful Kathleen, open the door!
The kind Old Babu is here to collect the rent!"
Ignorance truly bred fear.
If Old Babu had seen the eerie green ghost fire flickering in Emil's eyes at that moment, perhaps even if he were given seventeen or eighteen more guts, he wouldn't dare to step into Emil's home, this place of cursed grievance filled with extreme terror.