Please, Ghosts, Kill Me

After Xin Yang and Dreamsource Ghost joined forces to kill the last Snakewood Ghost,

the kill notifications surfaced in his mind.

[You have killed a fourth-tier Calamity Ghost: Snakewood Ghost.]

[Your companion ghost, Dream Origin, has killed a fourth-tier Calamity Ghost: Snakewood Ghost.]

Xin Yang and Dreamsource Ghost leaned against a tree, intending to rest for a while.

After all, people had their limits.

Xin Yang felt that his ghost energy had been completely drained. A patch of fur on his companion ghost Dream Origin had also been corroded away by the poisonous mist.

"Brother, when are you waking up?"

Xin Yang could not help but complain. Usually, when his brother was awake, he could slack off.

But this time, for some reason, his brother seemed to have deliberately sealed himself away.

After sitting cross-legged and resting for more than half an hour, he let out a quiet sigh. He felt that it really was time to cut off his distracting thoughts, give up the habit of always relying on his "brother," and devote his energy and time to finding ghosts.

At worst, he could let a ghost kill him.

Then both he and Dream Origin could "revive" at full strength.

Perhaps Xin Yang had been protected too well by his brother before, which had made him dependent.

But his brother's sudden withdrawal today had also made him come to a realization.

"I promised Peggy and Glasses that I'd solve this damned world. How can I get depressed just because Brother won't wake up for a little while?"

Xin Yang forced himself to perk up, got to his feet with Dreamsource Ghost, and continued searching for ghosts to kill.

Xin Yang tightly gripped the snake head in his hand and activated the Skinned Ghost ability.

[You have killed a second-tier Calamity Ghost: Snakewood Ghost.]

[Your companion ghost, Dream Origin, has increased in strength.]

[Current level: Fourth-tier Calamity Ghost.]

Several hours passed.

Xin Yang exploited the "revival" loophole.

He and his companion ghost Dream Origin had already killed seven or eight Snakewood Ghosts.

Dream Origin's ghost level had accordingly reached the fourth tier of Calamity Ghost.

After Dream Origin's ghost level rose,

Xin Yang also felt that his physical condition and ghost energy had improved somewhat.

Others could only grow stronger through one companion ghost.

But Xin Yang had two companion ghosts, which was equivalent to receiving a double bonus.

That made him even more confident.

The only "drawback" was that kill "experience" could only be assigned to one companion ghost.

So if the "experience" was assigned to Dream Origin, Little Black Ball would receive no "experience" to level up.

Over the past few hours, Xin Yang realized that he had not encountered any ghosts above the eighth tier of Calamity Ghost.

It was as though there simply were no ghosts above the eighth tier of Calamity Ghost in Stage 108.

Without dwelling on it, Xin Yang continued searching for ghosts.

As he walked, Xin Yang suddenly noticed something strange.

Looking down the mountain path, he saw several sheets of yellow paper scattered across the ground. They looked somewhat like the paper money burned for the dead in rural areas of his previous life.

Xin Yang took Dreamsource Ghost and followed the trail of yellow paper.

He understood that such an unusual path was bound to contain ghosts.

Time gradually passed. The mountain path, where paper money lay silently scattered through the darkness, could not help but weigh on one's mind.

Xin Yang led Dreamsource Ghost onward, following the yellow paper on the ground.

Along the way, Xin Yang looked back and saw that the path behind him had completely vanished. He could not help but worry inwardly, What if this is a trap set by a ghostly object?

Xin Yang felt as if he were stepping into an abyss one step at a time.

He could only grit his teeth and keep going.

At last, following the path covered in paper money, Xin Yang arrived at a ruined temple.

Suddenly, at that moment, Xin Yang keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The path behind him had completely disappeared.

And he had suddenly appeared inside the ruined temple.

His expression changed at once.

The black fog around him was like thin porridge, blending into the darkness and difficult to distinguish.

But very soon, the black fog gradually thickened and filled the entire temple.

In an instant, Xin Yang was engulfed in boundless mist, utterly unable to make out the sights around him.

He began feeling around with his hands, but Xin Yang realized that he seemed to be trapped here and could not find an exit.

He regretted coming here.

He had always thought he could revive if a ghost killed him, so he had overlooked his own weaknesses.

Xin Yang was still human.

He was not afraid of being killed by any ghost, but he feared being killed by humans, dying normally, or being imprisoned somewhere.

Right now, he was practically imprisoned within this temple.

Like darkness, the thick black fog made it impossible to tell directions apart.

Even more terrifyingly, it seemed that some ghostly presence was hidden within the pitch-black mist, watching him.

Yin energy permeated the air, and faintly, sounds of wailing and cursed resentment seemed to echo through it.

It was spine-chilling!

This was the most direct feeling a living person had when facing ghosts.

But...

Xin Yang's thoughts at that moment were:

Please, ghosts, kill me.

A flash of black light.

A figure darted through the black fog.

Xin Yang held his breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and remained calm. He lay down directly.

He was waiting...

Waiting for that ghost to kill him.

Because if Xin Yang attacked first and made the ghost realize he was not easy to deal with, it might very well trap him inside the temple and stop approaching him.

But Xin Yang had no way to break this kind of confinement ability.

So he could only pray for the ghost to kill him, then seize its ability.

The shadow flickering through the temple's black fog was incomparably twisted, like a wild beast that had starved for dozens of days, crazily clamoring to feed.

Ghostly energy spread.

"It's here—"

Xin Yang's pupils constricted as he instantly turned his head.

Sure enough, a ghost with an ashen face stood before Xin Yang.

It wore a blue long robe similar to those from Earth's Qing dynasty. Its appearance was horrifying, its eye sockets deeply sunken, and its lips as dry as land that had suffered months of drought.

At that moment, its dry, dead-skin-covered palm rested on Xin Yang's shoulder.

A huge amount of ghostly energy surged into Xin Yang's body. He could not move at all, and only his eyes barely shifted twice.

In an instant, the blue-robed ghost unleashed a vast amount of ghost energy, condensing it into a streak of black light that rapidly struck Xin Yang in the chest.

Riiip—

Xin Yang's chest was struck head-on by that blast of ghost energy, nearly splitting him in two at the waist.

Blood-red blood slowly flowed from the hideous wound, and Xin Yang's intestines spilled out. The scent of blood in the air made the blue-robed ghost extraordinarily excited.

Having landed the blow, the blue-robed ghost revealed a hint of delight in its gray eyes. It withdrew its right hand and vanished back into the temple's black fog.

Perhaps because the blue-robed ghost was so excited, the mist around Xin Yang grew even denser, as if it were about to liquefy the air.

The pain was unbearable, and Xin Yang wished he could die immediately.

Unfortunately, this black fog did not seem to be lethal.

It only stung his eyes a little.

"Brother, how about... you hit me again..."

Xin Yang helplessly called out to the ghost in the black fog.

Brothers, the data from these past two days will affect whether the book advances to the next round. Please keep reading if you can. Thank you, brothers. Let's keep this book charging forward.