"Senior!"
Yun Zhenyue didn't hesitate. She cried out and ran toward Lin Jiu.
When she reached Lin Jiu's side, she discovered that Lin Jiu's body was so thin she was almost skin and bones.
She was curled up on the carpet, a shocking bruise on her neck, as if she had been choked moments before. Her long, messy hair hung over her shoulders, and her once-confident eyes were now dull and lifeless.
Her chapped lips were stained with blood, as if she had bitten them countless times to stifle her sobs.
One could only imagine the immense grievance she had suffered.
Suddenly hearing a familiar yet distant voice, Lin Jiu looked up in a daze and saw Yun Zhenyue. A flicker of light entered her eyes, only to be followed by an even deeper despair.
"Yun… Junior…"
"Quick… run!"
Her voice was hoarse as she used the last of her strength, trying to get Yun Zhenyue to leave.
Although she didn't know when Yun Zhenyue had entered the Ghost World, she figured she must also be a waitress.
She was already facing disaster for angering an insolent guest; she didn't want to drag Yun Zhenyue, the junior she admired most, down with her in her final moments.
After all.
Humans could never defeat ghosts.
This was the first truth she had learned after entering the Ghost World.
"Senior, you're hurt."
"Don't be afraid. I'll get Li. He'll definitely have a way to save you!"
Yun Zhenyue quickly stood in front of Lin Jiu and shouted.
At that moment, the ghost supervisor also walked over, her expression grim.
She saw a ghost standing at the suite's entrance, dressed in pajamas and holding a wine glass.
It was an old ghost that looked to be in its fifties or sixties, with a withered body, sunken cheeks full of wrinkles, and skin like crumpled kraft paper stretched taut over its cheekbones.
But its eyes glinted with undisguised lust.
She didn't have to think to know what had happened.
He had surely been the one giving this waitress a hard time.
Normally, the ghost supervisor wouldn't have asked any questions.
Whether at the Blood Moon Restaurant or anywhere else, human workers were just consumables. If one died, the guest would, at most, have to pay some ghost currency in compensation.
But things were different now.
It was obvious.
Yun Zhenyue cared deeply for that waitress; they were likely very good friends.
In other words.
'This ghost dared to harm the manager's friend?'
'He's courting death!'
At this thought,
The ghost supervisor's expression turned icy. She pulled a blood-stained phone from her suit.
Then, she called the ghost manager.
"Manager, there's a guest on the fourth floor trying to kill the Store Manager's friend."
"Yes, I'm at the scene. Don't worry, I won't let him get away."
...
At that moment,
Yun Zhenyue learned the truth from Lin Jiu.
She had come to deliver a meal, but this ghost had taken a liking to her.
Lin Jiu refused his advances, so the ghost used its powers to make her hallucinate. She accidentally broke a wine glass, spilling wine all over the floor.
The ghost then used this as an excuse to demand her body as compensation.
Lin Jiu refused to the death, so he choked her. Just as she was about to suffocate, the ghost, as if wanting to toy with her and watch her despair, threw her out of the room.
"How could… someone be so cruel?"
Yun Zhenyue murmured in disbelief.
Not far away,
The old ghost, swirling the wine in his glass, overheard her.
He let out a sinister chuckle, his expression a mix of tipsiness and greed.
Especially when he saw Yun Zhenyue's back, he swallowed hard, practically drooling.
"Well, well, another pretty little mouse has shown up."
Hearing this,
Yun Zhenyue turned around.
Meeting Yun Zhenyue's furious gaze, the old ghost said leisurely,
"Since you're here, get your ass over here and have a drink with me."
"If I'm in a good mood today, I might even spare your life."
...
Seeing this,
the Dragon Country audience was furious.
Especially after hearing what happened to Lin Jiu.
They couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.
[This old bastard looks like he's got one foot in the grave, and he's still this perverted?]
[Fucking hell, that son of a bitch! Watching this makes me want to vomit blood!]
[Lin Jiu? Isn't she one of the campus beauties from Jiang University? How did she end up like this?]
[Yeah, I saw her before in a video from the official media. She was so radiant back then. I really admired her.]
[What a pity. Once you enter the Ghost World, everything from the real world is meaningless.]
[Kill him! Don't let him get away with it!]
...
The audiences from other countries, however, were indifferent.
It wasn't their countrymen being tormented, after all.
Now, they were just watching the show, kicking them while they were down.
[The Dragon Country woman is in danger. I can't wait to see the show.]
[No way, isn't she the manager? How could she be in danger?]
[Heh~ 'Manager' is just a title. There's no way the ghost manager would offend a major client for her sake.]
[This ghost is staying on the fourth floor. It must be quite powerful.]
[Exactly. Ghosts all look down on humans. It's not worth offending a guest for her.]
[It would be best if both of them died here.]
...
Just then,
Mr. Li, the ghost manager, rushed over, his face dark.
He immediately spotted the insolent old ghost.
The old ghost wasn't afraid when he saw the manager. Relying on his status as a distinguished guest, he teased, "Ah, Mr. Li, where did you find so many pretty little mice?"
"How about you give me a few to play with? I might consider extending my stay."
Ignoring the old ghost,
Mr. Li went to the ghost supervisor's side.
He listened to her report of the situation.
When he heard that the old ghost had demanded that Yun Zhenyue drink with him,
"What?!"
"Drink… with him?"
A terrifying inferno blazed in his pupils, his eyes turning deep red with fury!
"You fucking bastard!"
The ghost manager was so enraged his eyes looked like they would burst from their sockets!
Before the old ghost could even process what was happening, the manager's figure blurred into a phantom.
He instantly appeared before the old ghost, his five fingers spread wide. He swung his heavy palm, and in that instant, the power of a Crimson-robed Ghost tore through the air with a sharp CRACK!
"—BAM!!!"
A vicious slap sent the old ghost reeling!
His body was thrown to the far end of the room like a discarded rag!
His head was nearly flattened by the blow, and the few old teeth he had left in his mouth were sent flying!
But it wasn't over!
The ghost manager's anger had not subsided. Like a charging bull, he lunged forward and hoisted the old ghost up again.
He relentlessly slapped the old ghost's face with his powerful, ferocious right hand!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
A thunderous series of cracks echoed through the room.
Accompanying it,
was the ghost manager's insane roar.
"You want the Store Manager to drink with you?"
"You shit-eating dog! I usually can't be bothered with you out of respect for you being a guest, but you fucking want the Store Manager to drink with you? Why don't you dig up your old lady's grave and have her crawl out to drink with you?!"
"Come on, drink! I'll let you drink your fill right now!"
"..."
The old ghost's cheeks swelled up. Although he was a Fierce Ghost, he was completely unable to withstand the manager's power.
Furthermore, in his rage, the manager's aura was savage, and the terrifying presence of a Crimson-robed Ghost blotted out the sky.
This left the bully, who was used to preying on the weak, utterly speechless with suffering.
Even when he tried to escape, the ghost manager would drag him back into the room.
And subject him to an even more ferocious beating!
The ghost manager even grabbed all the nearby bottles of alcohol and poured them down his throat!
He choked and struggled as if he were drowning!
The old ghost's mind went completely blank.
'Who am I?'
'Where am I?'
'When did I ask the Store Manager to drink with me?'
All he knew was that he had infuriated the ghost manager.
But he was still completely clueless about this "Store Manager" he kept mentioning.
He knew very well.
The master of a dungeon the level of the Blood Moon Hotel was absolutely not someone a minor Fierce Ghost like him could afford to provoke, let alone actively challenge.
The old ghost's heart filled with grievance and confusion.
He was like a battered little wife.
A single tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
"I… I… I was wrong…"