Burial Temple Ghost

"Brother, give me another shot..."

"It really hurts..."

Xin Yang howled on the ground, still shouting for the ghost to hurry up and kill him.

The blue-robed ghost had been a ghost for so many years, yet it had never seen anything like this.

Within the black mist, the blue-robed ghost seemed stunned, standing motionless where it was.

It could not understand Xin Yang at this moment.

Like ants thrown into chaos by pheromones, or fish living in water that suddenly found ink poured into it one day.

Its ghostly values, ghostly outlook on life, and ghostly morality had suffered a severe shock.

A few minutes later.

Xin Yang finally bled to death.

[You have been killed by the eighth-rank Calamity Ghost, Burial Temple Ghost]

[Extracting a random reward from the target]

[Lifespan obtained: one month]

Seeing that Xin Yang had completely stopped breathing, the Burial Temple Ghost emerged from the black mist.

It floated above Xin Yang's corpse, intending to feast heartily.

Suddenly, the "corpse" woke up.

"Hehe, brother, I'm back."

After reviving, all of Xin Yang's injuries had healed.

Frightened, the Burial Temple Ghost hid back inside the black mist.

"Brother, come out and chat!"

"Brother, don't keep hiding."

As Xin Yang teased the Burial Temple Ghost, he activated the ghost skill Dream Origin, wanting to see whether he could use Dream Origin to confuse it.

Unfortunately, no matter which direction he used Dream Origin in, there was no effect.

Then, Xin Yang activated the ghost skill Skinning with his right hand and slapped it against the temple walls.

Ten minutes later.

After the ghost energy in Xin Yang's body had been exhausted.

He sat on the ground with a look of complete resignation on his face.

The Skinning ghost skill seemed useless against things like objects.

To put it another way, how could one skin a temple when it had no skin?

The Poison Mist ghost skill he had obtained today was useless too. The moment he activated it, the dense black mist inside the temple swallowed his poison mist.

There was even less need to mention the Candy Buying ghost skill. Ever since obtaining it on his first day in this world, it had basically never been useful.

What ghost would be stupid enough to agree when you asked whether it wanted candy, then buy candy for you?

"Could it be that I can only use the cursed ability: Drought Demon Form?"

However, every activation of Drought Demon Form deducted one month of lifespan, regardless of how long it lasted. Moreover, after activating it, insufficient ghost energy might cause several more months of lifespan to be deducted.

Therefore, unless he had no other choice, Xin Yang had no desire to activate Drought Demon Form.

Besides, Xin Yang did not want to kill the Burial Temple Ghost just yet, because he had not finished milking it for all it was worth.

Who knew when he would encounter another new ghost?

Therefore, he wanted to lure the Burial Temple Ghost out and have it kill him.

No matter how Xin Yang kicked the walls or stomped the floor, the ghost remained hidden and said nothing.

"Since that's the case, brother, don't blame me for being rude..."

Xin Yang shouted loudly in all directions in a threatening tone.

Using both his hands and feet, he cautiously felt his way through the black mist. At last, he found an offering table.

He climbed onto it and fumbled around until he found a clay idol.

Xin Yang shouted at the temple again.

"Brother, if you still won't come out, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After quite a while, there was still no response.

"Don't blame me... You forced me to do this."

Xin Yang pulled down half his pants, adjusted his "dragon," and cast water magic on the idol.

The Burial Temple Ghost hiding in the black mist was instantly dumbfounded. This was more than it could tolerate.

A blast of ghost energy shot toward Xin Yang.

Xin Yang's head separated from his body.

[You have been killed by the eighth-rank Calamity Ghost, Burial Temple Ghost]

[Extracting a random reward from the target]

[Attribute obtained: Ghost Energy +1]

Xin Yang revived for the second time.

After this revival, the Burial Temple Ghost vanished without a trace. Only Xin Yang and the dense black mist remained in the temple.

"Looks like if I don't use my ultimate move, this ghost plans to hide from me to the end."

As he spoke, he crouched halfway down, pointed his backside at the idol, and made as if he were about to pull down his pants.

Just then...

The black mist split apart,

opening up a path,

and at the end of that path, the temple doors stood wide open.

It felt as though...

the Burial Temple Ghost was saying, Please, just leave already!

I even opened the door for you.

Seeing the wide-open entrance, Xin Yang did not rush outside. Instead, he pulled up his pants and grinned.

"Brother, I just want to have a chat with you."

"Why is this so difficult?"

At last, all the black mist dispersed, and the Burial Temple Ghost finally revealed its true appearance.

It was not as terrifying as before. Instead, it looked somewhat like a refined scholar. Its face was simple and weathered, and it wore a faded blue long robe.

Only then did Xin Yang clearly see the temple's full interior.

The temple was completely dilapidated and covered in spiderwebs. The incense burner and candleholders on the altar table had toppled over. Naturally, there were no offerings, and even the clay idol in the center was now covered in cracks from the "water magic."

The Burial Temple Ghost stepped forward and straightened the incense burner, then wiped down the altar table.

After tidying the altar table,

the Burial Temple Ghost gave Xin Yang a slight bow.

"My lord, may I ask who you are?"

"Why have you toyed with me?"

Xin Yang said seriously to the Burial Temple Ghost, "Kill me one more time."

"I dare not!"

"Please leave on your own, my lord." The Burial Temple Ghost shook its head repeatedly.

Xin Yang glanced at the Burial Temple Ghost, then shifted his gaze to the offering table.

"If you don't kill me, I won't leave."

"Not only will I not leave, I'll overturn your offering table."

Xin Yang had already figured out that the clay idol worshipped on the offering table was the Burial Temple Ghost itself. That clay idol was its weak point.

"Sigh... I shouldn't have provoked you... So be it... This is my destined tribulation..."

The Burial Temple Ghost had no choice but to kill Xin Yang again.

Another blast of ghost energy struck Xin Yang in the head.

[You have been killed by the eighth-rank Calamity Ghost, Burial Temple Ghost]

[Extracting a random reward from the target]

[Attribute obtained: Ghost Energy Control +1]

"Hm?"

"I didn't get a ghost skill..."

Xin Yang revived for the third time.

This time, he looked disappointed after reviving.

Just then, a complaint came from Xin Yang's mouth.

"I thought I could get a ghost skill."

"Looks like that isn't the case. The rewards still depend on luck."

Hearing this, the Burial Temple Ghost froze abruptly. Like a child who had made a mistake, it stood there without daring to move.

The Burial Temple Ghost did not respond. It could only stand silently to the side.

Xin Yang's three revivals had utterly terrified the Burial Temple Ghost.

Revival was an ability only World-Calamity-rank ghosts could master.

And even then, only the powerful World-Calamity-rank ghosts in the ghost world might possess such an ability.

Weaker World-Calamity-rank ghosts might not even know how to revive.

Xin Yang began observing the ruined temple as he spoke.

"Want to follow me?"

Brothers, it's time to start laying the groundwork.