As soon as the door opened, the sound of running stopped.
A pair of striking red slippers sat on the balcony, looking particularly conspicuous.
The slippers were beautiful, with a peculiar allure. Under the faint moonlight, they looked like something out of a fairy tale, enough to make anyone marvel at first sight and want to put them on immediately.
"They're so beautiful. These must be the red slippers from Wang Wei's poetry. They're mine, they're mine..."
Greed covered Jiang Chen's face, and even his breathing grew heavier as he walked over to the slippers in a few strides.
After carefully admiring them for a while.
He began taking off his shoes and even thoroughly rinsed his feet twice.
"Slipper Ghost felt more respected than ever before! Ghost Qi +600"
The next moment.
Jiang Chen pulled the Yin God Hammer from behind his back and pressed it down heavily on the slippers.
"Slipper Ghost froze. What the fuck are you doing? Ghost Qi +800!"
"Such beautiful slippers. They're perfect for resting my hammer on!" Jiang Chen murmured contentedly.
"...Resting your hammer on? Then washing your feet twice was completely unnecessary! Ghost Qi +999."
"But these slippers are so small. Will they dig into my precious Sledgehammer?" Jiang Chen slowly frowned again.
"Slipper Ghost felt more humiliated than ever before. Ghost Qi +999."
Intense resentment rose from the red slippers, and an illusory ghostly figure gradually took shape.
It was a pale-faced man whose legs were twisted into a strange shape, as though some machine had mangled his lower body before he died.
Just then.
Jiang Chen channeled Demonic Power through his hand.
In an instant, the temperature on the balcony dropped to freezing.
Terrifying figures crowded the space.
By the time Slipper Ghost's body finished forming, he was greeted by