This Female Ghost Is Worth Charging

Jiang Qiao was woken by the Alarm Clock early the next morning.

Someone who usually got up at noon, he had set eight alarms just to wake up early, one every three minutes.

After washing up, Jiang Qiao tucked the necklace into his pocket and swaggered out of the room.

There was still some time before the Simulator activated, so he planned to take a stroll outside first.

Besides continuing the simulations today, he also needed to solve three problems.

Sell the gold.

Get a fake identity.

Find some transportation.

He would try to get everything done today.

Then he might Go to An City to deal with the shelter and supplies there.

Outside the inn.

The owner, Wang Fugui, was chatting with a middle-aged man.

"Old Zhou, what brings you here today?"

Wang Fugui smiled as he handed him a cigarette.

Old Zhou looked to be in his forties. His face was waxy yellow, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes, like he had spent three days gaming without sleep.

"Boss Wang, where's that Master who stayed at your inn a few days ago? I heard he was very accurate at fortune-telling. Is he still around?"

Old Zhou accepted the cigarette, anxiety evident in his voice.

"Come on, would a Master stay in a dump like mine?"

Wang Fugui kept smiling as he shook his head.

"He was just some wandering con man. He ran off after people exposed his little double act. Why are you looking for him?"

"Huh?"

Old Zhou cried out, disappointment appearing on his face.

Seeing that something was off with Old Zhou, Wang Fugui grew curious. "Say, why'd you come here this early looking for a Master? What, did you run into something evil?"

"Don't even mention it. It's a long story."

Old Zhou took out a lighter and lit his cigarette. After taking several hard drags, he sighed repeatedly as he began recounting what had happened recently.

Old Zhou had opened a supermarket in North City District not long ago.

But problems had started piling up right after it opened.

First, an employee had somehow fallen at the register and broken his leg.

After that, the supermarket often lost power for no apparent reason. No cause could be found, and whenever the repairman arrived, everything immediately returned to normal on its own.

And even though there was clearly a huge flow of people nearby, business was terrible.

That would have been bad enough.

But the strangest thing was that, when he checked the surveillance footage two days ago, he saw a half-bodied person frequently wandering around the supermarket.

Only then did he realize there might be something unclean in the store.

He had gone to a temple to burn incense and donate merit, then to a Taoist Temple to get a safety talisman to stick above the entrance. He had even gone to the Western Religion and joined several prayers.

After attacking the problem from all three sides, it seemed to have worked. He had not seen that half-person again for several days.

Just when he thought the matter was over.

Who would have thought that last night, he found a piece of spirit money on one of the shelves—and there was blood on it!

Old Zhou was terrified.

He remembered that a Master had stayed at Old Wang's inn a few days ago, and people said his fortune-telling was extremely accurate.

So he had rushed over first thing in the morning, hoping the Master could enlighten him and see whether there was something wrong with the supermarket's feng shui.

Who knew Wang Fugui would tell him it had all been fake? He was instantly dumbfounded.

Jiang Qiao, who had happened to pass by, stood to one side and listened to their conversation with great interest.

He understood that Old Zhou had probably encountered a ghost.

Not only had he encountered one, he had also accepted Life-Buying Money last night.

Honestly, this ghost was seriously lacking in the Five Elements of morality.

Its integrity had been shattered all over the floor.

Fuck, buying someone's life with spirit money?

Who does that?

Old Zhou was probably done for.

But Jiang Qiao was curious. Would someone who had been marked by a ghost be any different?

Thinking this, he pulled a pair of frog-eyed sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and activated his Dual Pupils.

The gloomy Underworld Filter replaced his original colorful vision, and sure enough, something had changed on Old Zhou's body.

Jiang Qiao actually saw a woman clinging to his back!

The woman wore a revealing dudou. She was fair, plump, and incredibly curvaceous. Her two long legs were wrapped tightly around Old Zhou's waist, making them look unusually intimate.

"Good lord, it's actually a female ghost."

Jiang Qiao silently cursed, then followed those big, round curves upward, intending to rate the young lady's face.

Then he froze.

"Holy crap!"

"What the hell is that?!"

This female ghost had a scorching body that made anyone want to charge, yet her face was densely covered in more than a dozen huge mouths!

The mouths opened and closed, exposing scarlet tongues that kept lashing about.

The female ghost seemed to notice Jiang Qiao staring at her and even threw him a flirtatious glance.

The next moment, the electric current within Jiang Qiao's body activated on its own, beyond his control.

He instinctively raised his hand, wanting to punch the female ghost!

But he immediately restrained himself.

And when the female ghost saw that Jiang Qiao was about to hit her, she seemed to get frightened.

She simply—

Ran away?

Jiang Qiao stared at her retreating figure, feeling a little confused.

But it was probably only temporary. Once he left, the female ghost would likely return to Old Zhou.

After all, she had already paid.

"Little brother, what are you trying to do?"

Old Zhou, seated on the sofa, saw a young man in sunglasses beside him clenching his fist as though he was about to hit someone. He jumped in fright.

"Brother, I can see darkness on your brow. Your luck with women must be incredible."

The words slipped from Jiang Qiao's mouth without a second thought.

"Pfft."

"Cough, cough."

Wang Fugui, who had been drinking water nearby, nearly sprayed it out. He coughed several times in a row.

Looking at Old Zhou's listless appearance, he thought to himself that this young fellow really knew how to insult someone.

Old Zhou paused, looking puzzled. "Little brother, what do you mean?"

A flash of inspiration suddenly struck Jiang Qiao as he looked at Old Zhou.

The Simulator was ultimately a text-based game, without any visuals. Most of the time, battles were merely mentioned in passing.

But sooner or later, he would have to face Vicious Ghosts in reality. There was no avoiding it.

The female ghost on Old Zhou's back looked very weak, like the kind that would go down with one punch.

Why not use her to practice?

At the very least, he could test how lethal Thunder Art was against ghosts in reality.

With that thought, Jiang Qiao was no longer in a hurry to leave.

He slowly sat down, glanced at Old Zhou, and said,

"You're Boss Zhou, right?"

"Your sleep quality is terrible. After an entire night, you look like you haven't slept at all."

Old Zhou had no idea what Jiang Qiao was getting at. He frowned and nodded. "That's right. What are you trying to say, little brother?"

His complexion was poor and he looked exhausted. Anyone could have guessed that.

Wang Fugui suddenly wore a teasing half-smile. "Could this little brother be some wandering traditional doctor?"

There was more than a little disdain in his tone.

He had clearly taken Jiang Qiao for a salesman or a con artist trying to strike up a conversation.

He had seen this kind of outdated trick plenty of times.

But Jiang Qiao's next sentence sent a chill down Old Zhou's spine!

"Have you been dreaming about a woman with no visible face, but a very good body, coming to find you?"

Old Zhou's eyes widened, and he blurted out instinctively,

"How did you know?"