Li Xiumei was dead.
She had died again.
Though she had been neither a good person nor a good ghost.
At least she had helped us.
With her dead, Du Yuwei and I would be next.
Reality really was just as Du Ruhai had said: this world belonged to the rich.
Two vicious ghosts could easily have killed him, but he had money, and there was no shortage of people willing to protect him and risk their lives for him.
If he had no money and were just an ordinary person, these Eighteen Venerables would never have come to help him.
Money really was all-powerful. With money, even ghosts could do nothing to kill you.
"See? That's the power of money. With money, I could even bring the Buddha himself here for you."
Du Ruhai looked at me and laughed. "Chen Mo, oh, Chen Mo. You know, I actually admire you quite a bit. You're much braver than your father, always coming here to throw your life away. You just never learn."
"When you're reincarnated in your next life, be a rich man like me. Understand?"
"Oh, no. You won't have a next life."
With that, he waved at the Eighteen Venerables again. "Kill him. I don't want to see him turn into a ghost. This man is far too persistent."
The eighteen monsters advanced toward me, step by step, their murderous presence already filling me with despair.
After Li Xiumei was knocked out of my body, I had collapsed to the ground, too weak to get up, and one of my eyes had returned to normal.
The most humiliating thing in life was staking everything on taking someone down with you, only to discover in the end that you couldn't even manage that.
I couldn't kill Du Ruhai, nor