Ye Minghao opened his eyes, still dazed.
He was dead, killed by Ye Zhao.
But he didn't regret it. Ye Mingyue was his younger sister, whom he had protected since they were children. He couldn't bear to see her get hurt.
"B-Big Brother!" Fang Zheng stood beside him, just as bewildered as he looked around. Then he glanced down at his own insubstantial body. "Oh my god, we really became ghosts!"
Life Game Rules: Warning! You have died. Within ten days, possess the host who killed you and successfully take over their body to gain all of their abilities.
"Holy crap! If I possess Ye Zhao, won't her Golden Finger be mine?" Fang Zheng exclaimed excitedly. "That bitch stepped on me and killed me! I'm going to get revenge! I'll make her kneel and beg me to forgive her!"
Ye Minghao looked around and saw insubstantial souls like them everywhere, packed in so tightly there must have been tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands... Had Ye Zhao killed all these people?
None of them had died peacefully. Most had a ring of blood around their necks. They gathered together, voicing their furious hatred of Lord God of Slaughter—he loved cutting people's throats most of all.
He closed his eyes helplessly. As Ye Zhao's older brother, he had to take some responsibility for how ruthless she had become.
He didn't want to take over Ye Zhao's body, and he didn't want her Golden Finger. He just wanted to know how long it had been since he died. Given Ye Zhao's hatred of evil, Ye Mingyue was probably in grave danger.
"Does anyone know what happened to Ye Mingyue?"
"Ye Mingyue? The fake heiress who stole God of Slaughter's life? Tsk, she's had it rough. God of Slaughter