Chapter 140

Chapter 140

The three ghosts exchanged a look, then rose helplessly from their corner.

Yun Youyou said, “At this point, we can only try a different approach.”

Shamate scratched his head.

“Sister Yun, you aren’t thinking of bribing the Player and getting him to act along with us, are you? But the One-horned Ghost King is watching right there. Isn’t that way too risky?”

Yun Youyou said, “No. You two, lean in.”

Shamate and Red-haired Trendy Guy glanced at each other, then silently leaned their heads over.

Yun Youyou whispered, “When the time comes, we’ll do this and this… then that and that…”

“Got it?”

Shamate and Red-haired Trendy Guy nodded hesitantly.

“But will that really work?”

Yun Youyou spread her hands. “Unless you have a better idea.”

Clearly, there was no better idea.

Shamate gritted his teeth. “Fine, we’ll do it! We have to scare that Player to death!”

“Each group, send one ghost up to draw lots.”

The One-horned Ghost King placed a box on the lectern.

Yun Youyou’s luck was pretty good. She drew the last number.

“Thank goodness we’re not first. Otherwise, we’d be dead for sure.”

Red-haired Trendy Guy felt like his poor little heart was about to stop.

The Players had all been arranged inside a small sealed room.

However, there was a surveillance camera installed in the room, so even from outside, every movement inside could be seen with ease.

The One-horned Ghost King took out a high-tech device.

“This thing displays the Player’s fear level. The higher the number, the more fear there is in the Player’s heart.”

Yun Youyou’s eyes widened like a country bumpkin seeing the world for the first time.

The Ghost Realm actually had technology this advanced.

Just as the three had expected, the ghosts ahead of them really did have some serious tricks up their sleeves.

Some had the godlike skill of spraying blood; others simply tossed their own heads straight into the Player’s hands.

The walls were splattered all over with blood.

Forget the Player getting scared unconscious on the spot-even Yun Youyou and the other two were starting to go weak in the knees.

Yun Youyou held her forehead. “I feel like I might be a little faint at the sight of blood.”

Shamate spoke weakly. “I think I might be too.”

Red-haired Trendy Guy shut his eyes outright.

“It’s not that we’re weak. If we have to blame something, blame the fact that we died too intact. We’re not missing any arms or legs. We don’t look scary at all.”

Yun Youyou lowered the hand from her forehead.

“Right, can I ask how you two died?”

Shamate gave a soft sigh. “Stayed up all night gaming. Didn’t expect to just kick the bucket.”

Red-haired Trendy Guy said, “I went clubbing, drank too much, and before I could even react, I was gone.”

Shamate stared at Yun Youyou curiously.

“Sister Yun, what about you? How did you die?”

Yun Youyou shook her head. “I don’t know either. When I opened my eyes, I found I’d already turned into a Female Ghost.”

Red-haired Trendy Guy analyzed it based on his own experience.

“Could you have taken too many sleeping pills? Or gotten carbon monoxide poisoning?”

Shamate said, “It’s also possible someone covered your mouth and nose and made you suffocate in your sleep. Maybe a burglar broke into your house.”

The more Yun Youyou thought about it, the more a chill crawled up her back.

If a burglar really had broken into her house, wouldn’t that mean she died a horribly unjust death?

“Too bad I can’t go back now. Otherwise, I’d definitely make that burglar get a good taste of my Chainsaw!”

Shamate frowned and thought for a moment.

“I think I heard last time that there was a ghost who escaped the Game and went back to the real world. But I don’t know if that’s true or not. If I could leave this godforsaken place, I honestly would want to go.”
As he talked, he suddenly started singing.

“I want to be a free bird~~~”

“You birds over there! It’s your turn!”

The One-horned Ghost King roared impatiently.

The three ghosts had been so busy chatting that they’d completely forgotten about the competition.

“Oh, oh, we’re coming!”

The three ghosts hurried over.

Just before they went in, Yun Youyou asked, “Ready?”

Shamate and Red-haired Trendy Guy said, “Ready!”

The three ghosts first hid in a corner and took a peek at the Player sitting right in the center.

He looked about thirty, sitting there with his legs planted wide and an imposing air. One look and you could tell he was a tough customer.

It seemed their luck really was terrible. They’d been matched with an extremely high-difficulty Player.

The three ghosts exchanged a look. “Go!”

The Player sitting on the stool caught a few faint sounds. He immediately raised his head and shouted sharply.

“Who is it? Who’s over there?!”

The Player had already drawn a broadsword from his waist and was glaring fiercely in Yun Youyou’s direction.

The three ghosts quickly pulled over chairs and sat down beside him.

Yun Youyou held a handful of sunflower seeds.

“Hey, bro, don’t start swinging. We’re just here to chat with you for a bit.”

The Player did not lower his blade. Instead, he stared at Yun Youyou warily.

“What do you want to talk about? I’m warning you, I’m not easy to mess with. Other people might be afraid of ghosts, but I’m not!”

Shamate also crossed one leg over the other and started cracking sunflower seeds.

“Bro, sit down already. Don’t keep standing. Oh, right, how old are you this year?”

The Player sat back down, completely baffled, and answered with a frown, “I’m twenty-nine.”

Yun Youyou asked, “Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?”

The Player said, “Not… yet.”

Red-haired Trendy Guy launched into a barrage of questions.

“Then have you bought a house? Is your car ready? Have you found a job?”

The Player stammered, unable to answer. “I-I…”

Yun Youyou pressed on. “How much do you make in a year? When you have kids in the future, are you planning to send them to a private school or a public school?”

In that instant, the Player felt as if the people sitting in front of him were the gaggle of nosy relatives he hated most.

Every New Year, they would corner him and ask him all kinds of ridiculous questions.

Back home, his mom could at least help deflect some of it for him. Here, he was completely alone and helpless.

The Player’s head instantly started aching, like he was Sun Wukong being tortured by the tightening spell.

“Stop talking. Stop talking…”

But how could the three ghosts possibly stop so easily?

Shamate used every tactic his own relatives had once used on him on this unlucky Player.

“Oh my, how do you still not have a girlfriend? You know Xiao Wang from downstairs, right? He’s the same age as you, and he’s been married for years. His kid is already old enough to get smacked around. How do you not even have a girlfriend?”

Red-haired Trendy Guy said, “Exactly, exactly. And do you remember Xiaoming? He used to go to the same school as you, and now he’s a big boss. He makes hundreds of millions a year! Is your annual salary at least one million? Young people these days can’t even hold their heads up outside if they don’t make a few million.”

The Player clutched his head in agony.

“Stop talking, stop talking! It’s all because I’m useless!”

For the rest of the time, the three ghosts transformed into humanity’s most hated nosy relatives and tortured the Player until he could neither live nor die.

“Let me out! Let me out!”