Conflict

"You little worm, you dare bad-mouth us?!"

The Fat Chef Ghost snarled, his massive bulk filling Zhang Zhihao's vision.

"It's a misunderstanding. I wouldn't dare."

Zhang Zhihao flinched in terror and pointed at Lin Luo, blurting out, "It's all this guy's fault for talking nonsense, making up lies about getting food for free..."

Before he could finish, however, the Thin Chef Ghost beside him cut him off.

"He wasn't lying. We gave him special treatment. Got a problem with that?"

As the Thin Chef Ghost spoke, eerie black smoke surged from his body.

His powerful, sinister aura put even the ghosts present under immense pressure.

As an ordinary human, Zhang Zhihao was so terrified that he collapsed to the floor.

"No."

Zhang Zhihao forced a smile that looked uglier than a grimace.

At the same time, his jealousy and hatred of Lin Luo deepened.

With both Chef Ghosts looking after him, Lin Luo would have no trouble getting food and drink for the next six days.

"You little worm, run your mouth again and I'll swallow you whole!"

The Fat Chef Ghost's threat left Zhang Zhihao trembling.

Then the two Chef Ghosts turned toward Lin Luo, their gazes instantly softening.

"Lin Luo, come to the cafeteria whenever you're hungry. We'll make sure you have plenty to eat and drink."

"If any ghost targets you, you can come to us for help, too."

The two Chef Ghosts spoke in turn, treating Lin Luo with utmost courtesy.

The sight left the other three players so stunned that they questioned everything they knew.

This was utterly inconceivable.

After all, ghosts in the horror world were generally hostile toward humans and regarded them as food.

Someone in Lin Luo's position was an incredibly rare sight.

That bastard! Why does he get to cozy up to ghosts?

Zhang Zhihao bared his teeth in fury.

Yet he did not dare make a sound.

If Lin Luo asked the two Chef Ghosts to act, he would be dead for sure.

Just then, a ghost walked into the cafeteria.

At first glance, this ghost looked like a balding middle-aged man hollowed out by drink and debauchery, but his formidable Nether Power made even the two Chef Ghosts look wary.

"Baby, come with me once you've finished eating."

The ghost spotted Zhang Zhihao and immediately gave him a lecherous smile.

Lin Luo's lips twitched at the sight. No wonder Zhang Zhihao had managed to get Ghost Coins-he had earned them by selling his body.

Not just anyone had the nerve to do something like that.

In that respect, even Lin Luo had to admit defeat.

"So that's how you earn your dirty money."

Zhang Xiaoli blurted it out, her contemptuous gaze infuriating Zhang Zhihao.

"You fucking bitch! You must have a death wish!"

As he spoke, Zhang Zhihao swung his hand and slapped Zhang Xiaoli across the face.

Emboldened by the middle-aged ghost's protection, Zhang Zhihao grew arrogant. Suppressing his disgust, he said to the ghost beside him, "Darling, could you kill this fucking bitch for me?"

At those words, Zhang Xiaoli's face drained of color.

A puddle of liquid spread beneath her.

Clearly, Zhang Xiaoli had wet herself in terror again.

Neither Lin Luo nor Liu Yanyan had expected Zhang Zhihao to be so vicious!

He wanted to kill someone over a single remark!

"Baby, whatever you say. Once I've killed this bitch, I'll give you some proper loving."

The middle-aged ghost licked his lips. His foul breath could be smelled even from a distance.

"Lin Luo, please, I'm begging you. Save Xiaoli."

Unable to bear the thought of her best friend dying horribly, Liu Yanyan pleaded with him.

Lin Luo could not help frowning at her words.

Offending a ghost for Zhang Xiaoli's sake.

It clearly was not worth it.

"He can't even save himself! Once Zhang Xiaoli's dead, Lin Luo's next!"

Zhang Zhihao shouted with a savage expression.

After suffering several blows, he had become completely unhinged.

At those words, Lin Luo's expression turned ice-cold, though he had originally had no intention of causing trouble.

Zhang Zhihao was like a rabid dog, biting anyone he could reach.

Leaving a menace like him alive would bring endless trouble.

"Lin Luo, if you want to keep your worthless life, hand over your Ghost Coins to atone!"

Zhang Zhihao shouted arrogantly, but in response to his threat, Lin Luo walked up and slapped him across the face without a word.

The slap left Zhang Zhihao utterly stunned.

"You damned bastard! I'll tear you limb from limb!"

Clutching his face, Zhang Zhihao cursed venomously.

The middle-aged ghost beside him also darkened.

Zhang Zhihao was his lover, after all.

Having someone slap his lover right in front of him was a humiliation the old ghost could hardly ignore.

"Little worm, you've gotten yourself into trouble. Still, with that tender skin of yours, if you cooperate, I'll spare your life. I'll even let you enjoy wealth and luxury."

The middle-aged ghost licked his lips, his expression lecherous.

That filthy look nearly made Lin Luo retch.

"I'm not interested. Keep this worn-out ass around to service you instead."

Lin Luo's words did little damage but delivered a brutal insult, infuriating Zhang Zhihao so badly that he nearly coughed up blood.

The middle-aged ghost's expression grew even more sinister.

"An ungrateful little worm."

The middle-aged ghost raised his hand and struck toward Lin Luo's head.

If the blow landed, his head would burst apart.

At that critical moment, the Fat Chef Ghost intervened and blocked the blow.

"Fat Chef Ghost, this is none of your business! Stay out of it!"

The middle-aged ghost's gaze turned vicious. Thick blood spread beneath his feet, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire cafeteria.

It forced the Fat Chef Ghost a step back.

"No wonder you dared defy me. You found yourself a backer. But trash like the Fat Chef Ghost can't stop me!"

"Then what if I join him?"

At the Thin Chef Ghost's words, even the powerful middle-aged ghost turned his head, his expression wary.

The Thin Chef Ghost was about as strong as he was and could not be underestimated.

"Thin Chef Ghost, you're going to get in my way, too?!"

In response, the Thin Chef Ghost unleashed his own terrifying Nether Power and declared with absolute certainty, "He's my fan, and he's under my protection. Nobody gets to lay a finger on him!"

"I'll remember this. Just you wait!"

The middle-aged ghost had no confidence in his ability to handle both Chef Ghosts together. He could only give up and drag Zhang Zhihao away, seething with resentment.

Watching the human and ghost leave, Lin Luo clenched his fists, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

I'm still too weak.

If the two Chef Ghosts had not stood firmly behind him...

He would probably have been a headless corpse by now.

"Be careful. That middle-aged ghost is a scheming bastard. He won't let this humiliation go easily. If you run into trouble, come straight to the cafeteria."

"As long as you're on our turf, he won't dare take things too far."

The two Chef Ghosts reassured him.

"All right. Thank you both for backing me up this time."

Lin Luo spoke with heartfelt gratitude.

"It's nothing. That middle-aged ghost was already our sworn enemy. Saving you was hardly any trouble."

At those words, Lin Luo inwardly grew wary. It seemed the ghosts' social circles in Yellow Springs Hospital were incredibly complicated, with factions of their own.

Before he knew it, Lin Luo had been dragged into the mix.

That was not a good thing.

Pick the wrong side, and the opposing ghosts could tear him to pieces at any moment!

All of this was that lunatic Zhang Zhihao's fault!