What to do if you're forced to marry a demon king's daughter in a horror game?

There's virtually no chance of it going wrong!

Just as they finished dinner and were preparing to close up shop and rest early, a strange customer appeared at the supermarket entrance.

Why is it strange?

This guest has no shadow, yet he is definitely a human being.

The first thing he said after entering the room was:

"Could you help me eat my memories? I'm really, really going crazy..."

161. Don't ruin my joy of being human!

"My Lord, throw him out."

"Ah."

The Demon King and Ryoko were singing in unison, as if they weren't the ones who had almost plucked each other's hair off just moments before.

The guests at the door were completely unprepared and were pushed out like that.

Su Yu and Miss Luo exchanged a glance.

"what's the situation?"

Miss Ghost said with a forced smile, "He must have gone to the wrong place. He probably wanted to go to the crematorium, but ended up here. How strange."

Do you want Su Yu to help you preserve your memories?

Haha, what a piece of trash who doesn't know what's good for him.

Even if Miss Ghost King were to think with her toes, she could figure out who spread this brilliant but terrible idea.

Meng Po, who plays such an important role in the world of Eastern horror, is certainly not a naive and innocent character.

When she realizes that she can't solve the problem by force, she will resort to dirty tricks like this.

If the condition of Su Yu's soul abode is leaked, then things will really be very bad.

Just imagining that situation makes Miss Ghost King feel like there are eight hundred chainsaws working in her head at the same time.

That's more than just a "headache".

Su Yu looked at the two of them blankly.

It's rare for the two of them to stand on the same side like this...

If so, it means something very bad has happened.

And that terrible thing is most likely about her, Su Yu.

Let's make a simple guess, what could it be?

"Help me eat up my memories?"

"If Miss Luo, or Ghost King, or Ryoko had helped, things would definitely not be like this now."

"So, the person he wants to ask is me."

Su Yu thought again of the prop in her backpack that hadn't been made yet.

"My prop isn't finished yet! Who leaked the news?"

Although she often travels between the two worlds, Su Yu doesn't know many people.

She intentionally controls the expansion of her social circle in order to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Therefore, by eliminating a few possibilities, we can identify the mastermind behind this incident.

"Is it really Meng Po?"

Su Yu naturally had no idea where she had offended this powerful figure.

However, no matter what, she would never show mercy if the other party was targeting her.

"Xiaoyu, don't think too much."

The Ghost King patted her on the shoulder.

"Stay here quietly, I'll be right back."

As she spoke, she gave Ryoko a wink.

Ryoko nodded.

Watching the Ghost King leave, Su Yu still frowned.

These two, working together like a duo, are definitely hiding something big from her.

Are they treating her like a primary school student?

We need to find a way to spy on their conspiracy.

……

……

Outside the small supermarket.

An ordinary, dark alley.

Miss Ghost King blocked the guest from leaving.

"Go back and tell that old, ugly woman Meng Po that my patience has its limits. If she harasses my new wife again, I will show no mercy."

She grabbed the other person by the neck and said those words slowly and deliberately.

The other person's face had turned a deep, purplish-red from frustration.

"Don't think I actually care about any bullshit peace. Remember, whether in the past or now, I have never cared about that kind of thing..."

The guy in front of me was struggling more and more weakly.

The Ghost King snorted and released his grip.

"Also, here's a free piece of information for her. She thinks I'm not causing trouble because I'm incapable of doing so, but actually..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and uprooted several tall buildings across the street, then slammed them down heavily.

Under the other person's terrified gaze, she made a flower-picking gesture.

A gentle flick~

The blades of the large windmills on the mountain were instantly blasted into dust.

A breeze ruffled her long hair, bringing her a touch of coolness.

She tidied a stray hair behind her ear, sighed, and said helplessly:

"Actually, I was just tired of the daily routine of cleaning bloodstains on carpets, sweeping up body parts, and digging holes to bury bones. I just wanted to live like a human being for a while."

Whatever I do, it's all just for fun.

Scared?

Ah, perhaps the only thing she's afraid of now is that Xiaoyu will ignore her.

Falling in love with a fragile yet proud human is both a blissful and troublesome thing.

Under the other person's fearful gaze, the Ghost King crouched down, grabbed his shoulder, squinted, and said with a forced smile:

"Don't ruin my fun as a human being, you bastards."

……

……

After half an hour.

In another corner of the city.

In an ordinary hotel, in an ordinary room.

Meng Po, along with several old women wearing identical funeral clothes and covering their faces with paper masks, received the guest who had just tried to get Su Yu's help.

The room was deathly still.

The guest knelt down tremblingly and incoherently recounted what had just happened.

"Hmm? So, that's what she said?"

"That's just like her personality, as always..."

"So, what do we do now?"

The old ladies whispered among themselves.

Meng Po was clearly not on the same side as them.

Her expression was filled with doubt and apprehension.

"This guy is far inferior to the previous Ghost King."

"Isn't she afraid that if a real fight breaks out, all her accumulated wealth, her beloved relatives and friends, her brothers and sisters will be reduced to ashes?"

"They're so reckless for the sake of a human being."

"We should never have let her sit on the throne of the Ghost King in the first place."

Meng Po finally found these old guys too noisy.

She tapped the table, signaling them to be quiet.

However, no one listened to her.

So she grabbed the cup on the table and smashed it against the wall in a fit of rage.

"enough!"

This time, they finally managed to quell the situation.

Then she switched back to her previous unhurried tone: "There's a limit to your arrogance. Did you give her the title of Ghost King?"

His tone was full of unpleasant sarcasm.