The blood-red sky stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly without end. Red threads filled the air, converging from every direction.
Red light cloaked the threads in a brilliant sheen. From a distance, they looked as beautiful and dazzling as shooting stars.
The night wind raced past, blowing the threads up and down. The thing entangled in them rose and fell along with them, as though it were breathing.
An enormous ball of flesh floated above the community. Countless eyes hid within its wrinkled skin, embedded as firmly as sesame seeds coating its surface.
At the very center of the ball of flesh was an enormous eye. It looked like a tear in the blood-red sky, with someone who did not belong to this world peering through the opening.
The blood-red eye stared fixedly at where Chu Qingjiu stood. Its crushing pressure weighed on him like a mountain, immediately drawing a nosebleed from his frail body.
This was an exceptionally powerful Fortune Ghost. It had absorbed the happiness of everyone in the community and grown to this extent.
Its immense body seemed to blot out the entire sky. A hellish blood-red glow enveloped everyone, and Chu Qingjiu felt restless and depressed, as though nothing was going right.
He knew these negative emotions came from losing his happiness. The last time he had argued with Qi Wu, it had been for the same reason.
Without happiness, a person would become agitated and irritable, and all sorts of extreme thoughts would arise.
Chu Qingjiu wiped away his nosebleed. Qi Wu was also struggling to suppress his negative emotions as he asked, "Do you know what this is, gege?"
"A Fortune Ghost. It feeds on human happiness. Its name might sound pleasant, but it drives people to extremes by depriving them