Ghost King 02

"Better run fast," the hoarse voice came again, but Fang Zhiyi noticed the old man had already vanished.

Fang Zhiyi froze for a moment. The terrifying female ghost in front of him suddenly reached out to grab him.

"Every new ghost who came before you—she ate them all," the old man sighed, though he had no intention of provoking his kind with only half a face left. That woman was overflowing with resentment.

"Mind your own business, leave others to their own troubles..."

But the expected screams and cries for help never came.

"Could it be that her yin energy has grown even stronger?" the old man muttered to himself. "If this keeps up, this place won’t be livable anymore."

He cautiously poked his head out of his own grave—and what he saw made his eyes widen.

That young man was currently gripping the half-faced vengeful ghost by the neck with one hand, while the other slapped her remaining cheek, muttering under his breath: "Eating ghosts, huh? Bullying newcomers, huh? Tired of existing, huh? You’re already dead—play stupid games, win stupid prizes..."

The old man was stunned. He knew that ghost, who cried every night, was the most vicious in this graveyard. So why was this newcomer—clearly a fresh ghost—handling her like this?

"Hey, old man! Get over here!"

The old man flinched and instinctively tried to shrink back.

"If you hide, I’ll dig up your grave—believe me?"

"Uh, little brother, why so serious..."

"Less talk. I’m tired of hitting her. You take over!"

"Me?" The old man pointed at his own nose.

"Obviously."

"But I..."

Fang Zhiyi’s gaze turned icy. "Don’t test me. You think you can fool me? Your yin energy isn’t any lighter than hers, old geezer. Get moving!"

Seeing the old man hesitate, Fang Zhiyi added darkly, "Or do you think you can take a beating better than she can?"

That reminder struck home. This newcomer was clearly much stronger. Without another thought, the old man stepped in to take over. The female ghost kept crying, but soon even her sobs faded.

"This is a big area. Just the two of you here?" Fang Zhiyi sat cross-legged on a tombstone, looking down at the photo and name of the deceased.

"Well... no. There are plenty of other ghosts, but some left, some got caught, and some she ate..."

"How come she didn’t eat you?"

The old man shrank his neck. "You could say we’re familiar. She usually only eats new ghosts. I warned you not to stare at her, didn’t I?"

As he watched Fang Zhiyi study his own tombstone, the old man continued, "She’s pretty pitiable, you know. Divorced her husband, lost custody of the kids, her own family disowned her. Then she jumped off a building. Wasn’t even that high—half her face smashed in, but she didn’t die right away. Died in agony..."

Fang Zhiyi didn’t even glance at him. "Did I tell you to stop?"

The old man froze, then immediately resumed slapping the ghost. This kid seems easygoing, but he’s ruthless.

"Telling only half the story—do you think I’m a child?" Fang Zhiyi stood up, placing his hand on the tombstone in front of him. "Liu Sandao. Tough name."

"Heh... my parents gave it to me," the old man chuckled nervously, but quickly wiped the smile off when he met Fang Zhiyi’s glare. "Look, I’m not lying to you. Cross my heart and hope to die!"

Fang Zhiyi glanced at Little Hei lazily. "Why not mention that she mortgaged the family car and house to start a business, fell for a scam? Her family tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen—had to prove herself. In the end, she went bankrupt, saddling both families with debt. Her husband divorcing her and taking the kids? That was merciful!"

Liu Sandao was taken aback, staring in disbelief at the ghost he was still clutching, who could no longer cry.

"You... you actually..."

"She got scammed once, and her husband went with her to demand justice. But then she turned around and trusted those swindlers again, insisting on investing more. She secretly took out loans using her parents’ and her in-laws’ IDs." Fang Zhiyi crossed his arms. "If I’m not mistaken, she’s dead now, but her family is screwed."

Liu Sandao was stunned. He had no idea how this new ghost knew all this. But when he saw the flicker of panic in the female ghost’s remaining eye, his half-hearted slaps turned real.

After two solid smacks, the female ghost suddenly struggled, slipping free from Liu Sandao. She staggered back several steps.

By now, many ghosts in the graveyard had poked their heads out to watch the spectacle.

"I was not wrong! I was not wrong!" the female ghost suddenly shrieked. Her resentment made even the other ghosts shrink back. "I just wanted to prove myself! What did I do wrong?"

"I had it all figured out. If I succeeded, my kids could live like royalty, and I could sleep in every day and count cash. I was doing it for the family!" Her hair flew wild, her voice shrill.

"So what if I lost money? Business is risky! Everyone blamed me—even my parents. Why? I was already suffering, and they had to pile on! Couldn’t they just understand me?"

Liu Sandao was disgusted.

Fang Zhiyi, however, understood perfectly.

The ghost stumbled, reaching for her missing half-face. "That day, I wanted to take the kids with me... No, I didn’t mean to jump. I just wanted to scare them, make them understand. But the wind was too strong on the roof, and my high heels were too slippery..."

"Waaaah..." She clutched her head and wept again.

"You... you’re something else," Liu Sandao stammered, unsure what to say.

The ghost suddenly raised her head, reverting to her ferocious form. But Fang Zhiyi was faster—he kicked her across the graveyard.

The ghosts watched in shock.

"Yikes..."

"That looks painful."

"Her head! Her head flew off!"

"What’s with this new guy? Doesn’t look like his first time being a ghost..."

A few minutes later, Fang Zhiyi dusted off his hands, scanning the area. Every ghost hastily lowered its head.

"Hey, old man—no, Liu Sandao. Clean this up. She’s done for."