The chef ghosts

"Stop. You can't leave yet."

As the Thin Chef Ghost spoke, eerie black smoke billowed from his body, instantly freezing Lin Luo in place.

"Fat Chef Ghost, a little sugar-coated flattery made you break the rules. Disgraceful."

The Thin Chef Ghost's voice was chilling. Even the Fat Chef Ghost struggled under his oppressive presence, almost dropping to the floor.

Lin Luo couldn't help frowning at the sight. It seemed the Thin Chef Ghost hated humans even more than the Fat Chef Ghost did.

Judging by the situation, he had to find a way to get on the Thin Chef Ghost's good side. Otherwise, even getting a meal would be a problem over the next six days.

"Little bug, this is what you should be eating."

The Thin Chef Ghost shoved a bowl of beef mixed rice at Lin Luo with a provocative sneer.

Lin Luo reached out to take the tray. At the same time, his Crimson Demon Finger touched the Thin Chef Ghost, and he immediately scanned his memories.

"I was a popular idol. To keep my figure in shape for the stage, I forced myself to diet. Later, I developed anorexia and became skin and bones. My agency shelved and blacklisted me. Unable to take the blow, I jumped off a building..."

Unlike the Fat Chef Ghost, who had been downtrodden his entire life, the Thin Chef Ghost had once enjoyed boundless fame. Then his life hit rock bottom, and he couldn't take the blow, so he jumped off a building.

The resentment this created was at least as great as the Fat Chef Ghost's.

Moreover, after becoming a ghost, the Thin Chef Ghost loathed every good-looking human.

That was why Lin Luo had walked straight into the line of fire and been deliberately singled out.

"Bro, you look so much like my old idol."

Lin Luo didn't resort to his usual flattery. Unlike the downtrodden Fat Chef Ghost, the Thin Chef Ghost had experienced life's dizzying highs and crushing lows. He wouldn't be easy to fool, so Lin Luo had to try another approach.

At those words, the Thin Chef Ghost, who had been brimming with hatred toward Lin Luo, froze.

Once, he too had been a popular idol.

But ever since he had been blacklisted.

He had never had another fan around him.

"What's your idol's name?"

The Thin Chef Ghost questioned him in a sinister voice, making the Fat Chef Ghost beside him sigh and shake his head.

Even at Yellow Springs Hospital, the Thin Chef Ghost was considered powerful.

This fairly likable-looking human would probably be torn to pieces by him.

"Xu Kun."

Lin Luo's answer struck the Thin Chef Ghost like a bolt of lightning, leaving him rooted to the spot.

That was his name when he was alive.

He had never imagined he would meet a devoted fan even after death.

"I'm Xu Kun."

The Thin Chef Ghost took a deep breath, pretending to be calm.

But his confident, exuberant smile made his excitement plain.

"You're my idol! Please give me an autograph."

Lin Luo spoke with eager devotion. His acting was flawless, as though he truly were the Thin Chef Ghost's fan.

"No problem."

The Thin Chef Ghost thoroughly enjoyed being worshipped and readily signed his name on Lin Luo's work uniform.

"Thank you! I'll go eat now."

As Lin Luo spoke, he made to carry away the bowl of moldy beef mixed rice.

"Wait. That stuff isn't fit for humans to eat."

The Thin Chef Ghost's impression of Lin Luo had improved dramatically, and he no longer regarded him with hostility.

With that, the Thin Chef Ghost took several dishes from the food cabinet, all appealing in appearance, aroma, and flavor.

Chicken stewed with shiitake mushrooms, sweet-and-sour ribs, braised fish, and seaweed egg drop soup.

Every dish gave off a tempting aroma, making Lin Luo swallow involuntarily.

This was the horror world, after all.

Three dishes and a soup.

Even the rarest veteran players probably didn't receive treatment this good.

"That's so much food. I can't afford to pay for it."

Lin Luo put on an embarrassed expression, but the Thin Chef Ghost waved away his concern.

"Since you're my fan, it's only right for me, your idol, to look after you."

As far as the Thin Chef Ghost was concerned, finding a fan had been difficult enough. He had to take extra care of him so he wouldn't stop being a fan.

"All right, I'll do as you say."

Lin Luo agreed with a smile. Then, under the astonished gazes of the ghosts, he carried the dishes to a corner and began feasting.

Meanwhile, Liu Yanyan and Zhang Xiaoli also arrived at the cafeteria and cautiously approached the counter to get food.

But the two women didn't receive treatment nearly as good as Lin Luo's.

Fifty ghost coins couldn't buy them any decent food.

Each could only afford a bland cornmeal bun.

"You're lucky we're in a good mood today. On any other day, you wouldn't get off so easily!"

The Fat Chef Ghost shot the two women a vicious glare and spoke with undisguised impatience.

Hearing this, Liu Yanyan and Zhang Xiaoli smiled bitterly, not daring to say a word.

If they offended the chef ghosts, they would go hungry for the next six days.

That was a price they couldn't afford to pay.

"You're just gnawing on cornmeal buns? That's pretty pathetic."

To the two women's surprise, Zhang Zhihao, who had received a complaint and a bad review, also came to the cafeteria. He took a hundred-ghost-coin note from his pocket.

"A serving of fish with pickled mustard greens, please."

Since Lin Luo had charmed the two chef ghosts into a delighted mood, they didn't give this human any trouble either. Instead, they ladled Zhang Zhihao a small bowl of fish with pickled mustard greens.

That small bowl clearly wouldn't fill him up.

But seeing the cornmeal buns in the two women's hands immediately made Zhang Zhihao feel better.

"Zhang Zhihao, where did you get those ghost coins?"

Zhang Xiaoli couldn't help asking.

Ghost coins were essential in the horror world.

If she could earn extra ghost coins, she would even be willing to sell her body.

"That's none of your business."

At her question, Zhang Zhihao's face turned as black as coal.

"Then don't tell me. Like I care. You're nowhere near as good as Lin Luo."

Zhang Xiaoli was no pushover and snapped right back.

"What a shallow woman. I'm earning an extra five hundred ghost coins every day now. Compared to me, Lin Luo is nothing. Besides, it's his turn to work in the morgue tonight. He might die there!"

With dark circles under his eyes, Zhang Zhihao flashed an unhinged smile.

Both women were stunned by his words.

Five hundred ghost coins a day.

That seemed far too easy to earn.

Having previously been humiliated by Lin Luo, the petty Zhang Zhihao decided to get his own back.

But the moment he found Lin Luo's seat, Zhang Zhihao, who had been wearing a crooked smirk, went completely numb.

Lin Luo's table was piled with dishes that looked and smelled delicious.

Zhang Zhihao had intended to show off, but now he felt as though a thorn were lodged in his throat, leaving him unbearably uncomfortable.

"Lin Luo, you're really making yourself suffer just to keep up appearances. Looks like you've spent every ghost coin you had!"

Zhang Zhihao glared at Lin Luo with hatred and taunted him. "No wonder. You're keeping watch in the morgue tonight. This might be your last meal."

Faced with Zhang Zhihao's provocation, Lin Luo couldn't help frowning. He said coldly, "You'll die before I do. Besides, those two chef ghosts gave me this food for free."

His words first stunned Zhang Zhihao, who then burst into unrestrained, mocking laughter.

"You really have no shame! Giving humans free food? Those two chef ghosts wouldn't do something that ridiculous even if they'd lost their minds!"

Just as Zhang Zhihao continued his endless rant, the sinister voices of the two chef ghosts came from behind him.