In my life, the thing I feared least was being threatened.
And the ones who had threatened me the most were those filthy things, yet not a single one of them had met a good end.
Now, seeing the other party threaten me while radiating an icy, sinister aura all over his body—
When he said that the hat-wearing male ghost was "Lord Beile," I nearly burst out laughing.
But if everything he said was true, then based on the word "noble," if this hat-wearing male ghost had truly been a "beile" in life, he did indeed have some connection to the word "noble."
In a sense, he could be considered a "distinguished guest."
But I felt that the distinguished guest Master had told me to receive definitely wasn't this kind of noble.
The Great Qing had already fallen. There was no point in receiving an Old Ghost like this.
Besides, he had come to buy lifespan. He was here to cut short my senior brother and senior sister's yin longevity, so he shouldn't have been a "distinguished guest."
With that basic judgment in place, and with the other party still pressuring me, my expression darkened slightly.
Still, I cupped my fists and said,
"My apologies, guest. I'll say it again: sorry!"
The tall, burly male ghost's face sank.
"You dead cat, you're looking to die! You're forcing me to make a move!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him surged again. Black mist spread from his body as he assumed a stance ready to attack.
I glanced at him. He looked fierce enough, and his presence was strong.
But judging by his soul power, he was only an early-stage yellow-clothed vicious ghost.
At my current level, I could kill him with one hand.
I merely snorted