"Ferocious" Fierce Ghost

"Ghosts..."

Outside the room, a figure bit her finger and muttered.

"What's with this guy?"

She looked like a maiden, but on closer inspection, her feet were floating off the ground.

She was the Fierce Ghost haunting this mansion.

Though calling it haunting was not quite right. In truth, she only wanted to protect her home.

What had she done wrong?

"That shouldn't be possible. Those people before would run off obediently after getting scared a few times. The next day, they'd haul ass out of here without even taking their luggage. What's wrong with this one?"

The maiden crossed her legs. Since she floated in the air and no one could see her anyway, she naturally did not care about exposing herself.

She tossed the red veil from her head aside and wiped away the red dye on her face.

Her delicate features were immediately revealed.

This female ghost was very beautiful. Compared with those so-called celebrities outside, she could crush every last one of them in looks.

That was assuming anyone could see her.

She was a ghost, not a human.

But this exquisite, beautiful body had not originally belonged to her.

Her name was Qin Liu. Her original name had been Liu Qing.

While doing a good deed, she had been rammed straight into the ground by a Cement Truck, then scooped up with a broom and shovel.

When she woke up again, she found herself somehow in this haunted house. Her neither-muscular-nor-skinny male body had also turned into that of a maiden.

According to the novels, was this supposed to be possession?

But what kind of damn possession took over a ghost?

Qin Liu therefore had every reason to suspect that Cement Truck had been a hearse specifically targeting her.

Qin Liu lay floating in the air with her legs crossed. There was not the slightest bit of elegance in that posture. Her red wedding dress was already loose-fitting, so she had exposed every part of herself that could possibly be exposed.

Of course, no one could see any of it.

"Well... it's not often that I meet someone who isn't afraid of me. Should I make him stay?"

Qin Liu thought about it for a moment, then quickly shook her head.

"Humans and ghosts walk different paths. Making him stay here would only harm him."

Ghosts were creatures of extreme cold. If an ordinary person remained in contact with ghosts for too long, the yin chill would invade their body, and in time, it could kill them.

"And my shoes..."

The moment she thought of them, Qin Liu got angry enough for her teeth to itch.

She had never expected that, just to scare this man away, she would lose her only pair of shoes.

And now, that shameless bastard had enshrined her shoes on the altar.

She could not get anywhere near that place.

What was worse, because that shrimp-brained idiot kept making offerings and praying there, she constantly heard a strange voice by her ear saying, "Merit +1, Merit +1."

"Who the hell worships a ghost's belongings like a god?!"

Through the crack in the door, Qin Liu glared "fiercely" at the shameless man.

"And you took over my bed! Just you wait, I'm not done with you!"

Thinking about how the man was lying comfortably on what should have been her bed filled Qin Liu with rage.

Her shoes were gone, her bed was taken, and he still was not asleep, so all she could do was glare helplessly.

The man was still standing by the altar with his palms pressed together in prayer.

That strange "Merit +1" voice continued to spam Qin Liu's ears.

The atmosphere was exceedingly awkward.

At last, the man moved.

He picked up Qin Liu's red Embroidered Shoes and carefully examined them in his hand.

He had not deliberately sniffed them, but he could not help saying,

"No smell... Oh, wait, it smells a little nice."

At once, Qin Liu's hackles rose. The temperature in the room seemed to drop by another dozen degrees. In the blazing summer heat, it felt like stepping into a freezer.

Yet under Qin Liu's death stare, the man neither blushed nor faltered. After leisurely putting the shoe back on the altar, he lay down on the bed.

"The temperature's decent."

As Qin Liu stared in stunned disbelief, the man pulled a thin quilt from his suitcase and covered himself with it.

However, he did not seem eager to sleep. Instead, he took out a black book and flipped through it page after page under the candlelight.

Qin Liu, meanwhile, peered through the door crack and glared viciously at the man on the bed.

"Fine, you win, kid. But if you've got the nerve, don't fall asleep. Otherwise, I'll let you have a taste of what sleep paralysis feels like!"

Bright moonlight shone into the room as time ticked away second by second.

The ghost outside and the human inside both endured the silent night.

Before she knew it, it was five in the morning. Qin Liu looked at the man, who was still full of energy, and finally could not help cursing.

"Is this guy trying to die from staying up and become my colleague?!"

The Fierce Ghost, who had been trying to pin him down, left the room cursing under her breath.

The next day arrived. The sun shone brightly, and nothing had happened all night.

Liu Haoyu set down the book in his hand, threw off the thin quilt, and stretched deeply.

"Mm... ah... not bad."

The house was a little run-down, and the nights were a little lively.

But setting everything else aside, its cooling was first-rate.

Over the course of a year, the electricity bills it saved might well exceed five thousand.

The man got out of bed, fetched a basin of water outside, washed up simply, and then looked at his neck.

There really had been ghostly activity last night.

The bright red mark on his neck was still clearly visible.

But had that ghost considered something? If she wanted to scare people, she should at least use real blood.

Even if she was poor, she could have used pig's blood or chicken blood.

What was the point of smearing red dye on his neck?

Normally, blood would turn dark red after being exposed to the air for a while. Yet the "blood" on his neck remained so vivid even after an entire night.

Anyone who could calm down and use a little common sense would not be scared by something like this.

"Time to pack up."

Liu Haoyu stuffed a pile of miscellaneous items back into his backpack, including the Talisman Papers and the Peach Wood Sword.

He had originally planned to use these things in the house, but it turned out the other party did not seem to harbor any ill intent.

He just did not know why she had stared at him so fiercely all night.

It was as though she thought he owed her several million.

But it was only a few million, after all.

If it came down to it, he could go into the city later, buy some spirit money, and burn it for her.

After packing everything up, Liu Haoyu walked out of the house.

Qin Liu stood outside the window and watched the man's retreating back. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ha↗ ha↘ ha~"

Qin Liu put her hands on her hips and laughed happily.

"So that's it. He didn't sleep last night because he was too scared to sleep? I really thought this guy feared neither heaven nor earth. That's all he had?"