I'd Gladly Stab My Brother in the Back

"Y-Your Majesty, what, what are you doing...?"

The Rotten-Chinned Ghost stared in utter shock, and the other ghosts were just as bewildered.

Why was Great King Black Wind kowtowing to a young man?

Zhao Han spoke. "Great Compassion... No, Black Wind Fiend. Didn't I tell you to wait for me that day? Why did you run off on your own and settle down by Yin Corpse Mound, living it up as a king?"

Black Wind Fiend, in Great Compassion Monk's body, immediately slammed his head against the ground with a resounding thud.

"Thump!"

"Lord Zhao, I had my reasons!"

"Reasons?" Zhao Han's expression remained calm as he prepared to see how Black Wind Fiend planned to convince him.

Black Wind Fiend wailed, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Lord Zhao, it was all Yin Corpse Mound's fault! They were short a ghost to deal with discarded zombies, so they captured me and made me their drudge. I've been stuck here doing the work for nearly four years."

"I had no way to fight Yin Corpse Mound, so I had no choice but to stay here. I could only break my promise to you, Lord Zhao."

Zhao Han narrowed his eyes slightly. Go on, keep pretending. Keep acting.

He simply didn't want to live under anyone else's thumb. He wanted to enjoy himself as king.

Seeing Black Wind Fiend redirect the blame and point the finger at Yin Corpse Mound, Zhao Han didn't call him out. Instead, he played along.

"So you're saying it was all Yin Corpse Mound's fault!"

"If that's the case, tell me which member of Yin Corpse Mound captured you. I'll kill him and avenge you!"

"Lord Zhao, you're willing to avenge me?" Black Wind Fiend looked overjoyed, and it didn't seem like he was faking