It Was Bad

What a Mess

The judge rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Sacrifice Ghosts were a rare type, and they grew extremely slowly. Even in the Jindache Room, where growth rates increased dramatically, they needed nearly ten days to fully mature.

Germination alone took at least two days.

But this batch had only just been planted. They'd barely finished talking, and one of the seeds had already sprouted? And it was a rare ghost, no less.

The judge had once had the good fortune to see a Sacrifice Ghost grow. He knew that when it first sprouted, it was just a palm-sized little person with its eyes closed. But as time passed, it would grow larger and larger, and its eyes would gradually open.

He had no idea whether ghosts could make expressions before they matured. Hopefully not. Otherwise, when the Sacrifice Ghost opened its eyes and saw Gu Mian, it might be scared speechless.

The judge was getting a terrible headache. The name Sacrifice Ghost suited it perfectly: from the moment it emerged, its fate was already sealed. He wondered if it was still possible to shove it back into the ground.

Gu Mian looked at the Sacrifice Ghost sprout, still with its eyes closed, and wondered whether he should pretend to die when it matured.

Just as the judge reached up and massaged his temples, which had been aching for two days, two more sprouts emerged.

His mouth fell open as he stared at the newly grown seedlings.

One of the seedlings had grown a human head, but it looked plasticky, like the head of a department-store mannequin.

The Fatty stared at it for a while, then pointed. "What kind of ghost is that? I don't think I've seen a ghost model with a head