Ghost King 015

A ghost wandered on a mountain road. Whenever a car passed by, it would stop and stand silently by the roadside, staring.

The road seemed endless. Whenever it felt like it was about to leave, it would circle back to the starting point. Watching the cars drive away, its heart was filled with resentment, and this resentment was making it stronger and stronger.

"Honey, do you see someone over there?" the woman in the passenger seat suddenly screamed.

The man driving was startled. "Are you seeing things? On this mountain road, where would..."

Then he too saw a blurry figure standing ahead and immediately stepped on the brake.

The evil spirit flashed a cruel smile. "You can see me? Seeing me is just fine... I want you to..."

But its fantasy was cut short. It suddenly felt a hand around its neck, and then its entire body was flung through the air.

The screech of brakes rang out.

"Hey? There was someone there just now..."

"Don't say anymore. Quick, get back in the car!"

After a flurry of panic, the car disappeared swiftly down the mountain road.

The evil spirit stared blankly at several of its own kind gathered around it, all watching it intently.

Wait—wasn't it already dead? How could it still get mugged?

Fang Zhiyi's group didn't waste a word. They shoved a talisman of the underworld enforcer into its clothes, grabbed it, and dragged it away.

This was the only way Fang Zhiyi could think of to free the earth-bound spirits from this place.

Luckily, he had enough money now. As long as Ah Da had cash, he could get the talismans, which made things convenient.

The evil spirit tried to speak, but as soon as it opened its mouth, it got a slap across the face. Feeling a bit wronged, it could only cover its mouth with its hand. Leaving this place was its greatest wish.

Aside from this one, Dongshan Cemetery was already crowded with many evil spirits. Hanged ones, cliff jumpers, drowning victims—they were all tied up tightly and lined up in a row.

"How did you end up here?"

"No idea. I was about to grab someone to keep me company, and suddenly a bunch of peers showed up. They beat me up the moment they entered..."

"Same here. What are they even doing?"

"Haven't you seen what's going on at Dongshan Cemetery?"

"What about Dongshan Cemetery?"

"I heard a while back that a gang of thugs showed up there. They've been running around catching ghosts."

"Shh, they're back!"

As soon as Fang Zhiyi landed, the chattering evil spirits fell silent, obedient as kindergarten kids.

There was no other way—each of them was a fierce character, but none of them expected to be grabbed by the hair and kicked around, even after they were already dead.

Fang Zhiyi scanned the group and pointed at two of them. "You two, introduce yourselves."

The two spirits he pointed at looked confused, but out of fear, they stammered out who they were before dying. However, since they had few memories, they couldn't say much.

Fang Zhiyi scanned again and pointed at two more.

He repeated this several times, then turned and nodded at Xiaobailian. Xiaobailian immediately stepped forward, grabbed two evil spirits, and dragged them off into the distance. A short while later, they returned and took two more.

This sight made all the evil spirits nervous. Could they be... killing ghosts?

"Do you have no humanity left in you!" one spirit finally blurted out.

Waitou tilted his head—already crooked—even further and scoffed. "Are you nuts? We're ghosts!"

"You're ghosts, but you can't prey on your own kind!"

"That's right! If you've got guts, go after the Heavenly Masters!"

"Exactly! Bullying us innocent ghosts—what kind of heroes are you?"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Waitou was about to lash out when he saw white smoke rising in the distance. Two underworld enforcers gradually appeared.

When the evil spirits saw the enforcers, they acted as if they had found salvation.

"Lord Enforcer! Help us!"

But what happened next left them dumbfounded. These enforcers, whom they usually fled from, were bowing and scraping to the apparent leader of the group.

The evil spirits, already slow-witted, immediately deflated. "The big shots up there are on his side!"

Fang Zhiyi patted Ah Da on the shoulder and showed him the achievements in front of them. "These are all souls with blood on their hands. Some can't even remember what they were called."

Ah Da's eyes lit up. Then Fang Zhiyi led him to the back. When Ah Da saw the pile of hell money and treasures stacked like a small mountain, he looked at Fang Zhiyi with near-worship.

He had made the right choice! This ruthless man could not only capture so many evil spirits but also amass this much cash!

"Remember, we don't settle for being mere soul catchers. If we're going to be anything, we become judges." Fang Zhiyi patted his shoulder again.

Ah Da nodded eagerly. "Boss, don't worry! From now on, wherever you point, I'll hit! Whoever makes you unhappy, I'll mess them up! The two of us will follow your lead!"

"Save the flattery. Go ahead now," said Fang Zhiyi.

Ah Da nodded excitedly, then noticed a few newcomers nearby. "What about them..."

"Leave them be. I need to add some hands."

Ah Da didn't ask further. Whatever Fang Zhiyi said, he did.

Recently, the Heavenly Masters in City A had noticed a strange phenomenon. The evil spirits that used to cause trouble now and then seemed to have disappeared entirely within just a few days.

Now, when people came to them for help, it was either to check feng shui or to chase after imaginary fears. Cases of genuine ghost troubles had dropped significantly.

Liu Xiaohua had also started to appear in their sights—a little girl claiming she could connect the living with the dead.

After a careful check, they found she simply had yin-yang eyes, and they didn't look further into it.

"Sooner or later, something will go wrong," someone said. But secretly, they began studying how to replicate Liu Xiaohua's methods. It seemed quite profitable to help people see their deceased loved ones.

Especially since they were Heavenly Masters themselves—it would be a breeze.

Some swore to their clients they could summon the spirits of the dead. But after waiting for an hour without any ghost showing up, the clients would curse them out as frauds.

This frustrated them greatly. Why wasn't their method working?

"Just died, huh? Write down your name, home address, and family relations," a spirit said to a bewildered man. "Hurry up! There's a line behind you!"

Then it added, "And write down your income too!"

"Um... what's this for?"

"Just write! So many questions!"

This spirit was one of those Fang Zhiyi had captured and later released.

"Remember, from now on, you are all regional managers of Dongshan Cemetery Co., Ltd. Your job is to manage every ghost in your area—big or small. As soon as someone dies, they must report to you for registration."

"But... what about the underworld enforcers..."

"The enforcers? That's none of your concern. I'll handle them!"

Fang Zhiyi had it all figured out. These evil spirits would easily control the ordinary ghosts.

And ever since Ah Da successfully bribed his way into becoming a judge, things had become a lot easier for him.