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"Get up." It was still as plain and uneventful as any conversation. My wife's aura was the most imposing I'd ever seen, yet those two simple words made that hulking, blue-faced, tusked ghost bend at the waist and tiptoe behind the old Ghost Emperor from before—the Ferrying Ghost Emperor.
I stood beside my wife. To keep these ghosts from taking offense, and to show my incomparable "respect" for her, I voluntarily stepped back a little. The Luofu Ghost Emperor—the Greenfang Ghost—glanced at me in bewilderment, but he didn't dare ask the old hag anything at a time like this, so he could only glare at me blankly.
Behind him stood a female ghost in red. The longer I looked, the more familiar she seemed. When she looked my way too, I pointed at her and cried, "Red silk, purple eyes, a heart of snow; endless hatred, sighing without end! You're the Crimson Silk Empress!"
The Empress stared at me blankly as I actually recited a poem. In truth, she looked quite terrifying: her eyes had no pupils, her mouth hung slightly open, and her tongue protruded deep out, its inward-facing surface a ghastly, eerie blue-green. Whenever she looked at me, she tilted her head, and the bones in her neck ground with a click-click.
As it turned out, the Crimson Silk Empress didn't recognize me at all. She was probably more interested in my poem. I, on the other hand, was thrilled beyond words. This was the Crimson Silk Empress! One of the Three Ghosts! The ghost I was best at summoning! The Dao Ghost who had saved me countless times!
I excitedly clasped her hand. She froze completely, unsure how to face me. After all, she was currently behind the Supreme, with the Greenfang Ghost Emperor standing in