Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

The air seemed to freeze for a second.

"Wife?"

Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow, his gaze passing over the scrambling fat man and looking at the dark mass of pink mist swirling behind him.

Before he could even speak.

The red-clad ghost, who had been standing half a step to his side and was looking for a way to vent his pent-up frustration, suddenly moved.

Just now, in front of Lin Xiao, it was timid and submissive like a wronged little wife, but that doesn't mean it has lost its temper.

On the contrary, in front of others, it is a genuine sixth-order evil spirit!

"Where did this fatso come from! Daring to yell at the King!"

The red-clad ghost let out a shriek, and its once smooth black hair instantly bristled, piercing the air like countless steel needles.

She took a sudden step forward, her bright red wedding dress fluttering in the wind.

The withered, ghostly claw, accompanied by a nauseating, foul stench, slammed down hard on the fat man's head!

"roll!!!"

This palm strike was delivered with resentment, a typical example of "a dog relying on its master's power."

The force was so great that it created a visible airburst in the air.

Fatty Zhang Jiaming was running with great enthusiasm when it looked like this slap was about to smash his head into his chest.

His sudden braking motion was so smooth it was almost heartbreaking.

His knees buckled, and using the momentum of his running, he slid across the bluestone pavement, leaving two streaks of sparks.

"laugh--"

A perfect knee slide.

When the ghostly claw was only 0.01 centimeters away from his forehead, he stopped steadily in front of the red-clothed ghost.

With hands clasped together and raised above his head, his expression instantly shifted from fear to piety, a change of expression as fast as turning the pages of a book.

"Please spare me, Bodhisattva!!"

"I have an eighty-year-old mother to support, and... well, I haven't had a chance to have any yet. In short, my sins don't warrant death!!"

The red-clad ghost's hand froze in mid-air.

A hint of human confusion flashed in its eyes, which were mostly white.

This...this script is wrong!

According to procedure, shouldn't you pull out your peach wood sword and fight me to the death?

You knelt down way too readily? Don't you have any dignity as a Taoist priest?

Not only it, but even Xia Chaoyue, who was standing next to it, was dumbfounded.

She stared at that fat face for two seconds, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and the corner of her mouth twitched violently.

"Zhang Jiaming?"

Upon hearing this name, the fat man kneeling on the ground trembled and instinctively squeezed his legs together.

He suddenly looked up and saw Xia Chaoyue with a look of disdain.

"Holy...holy crap? President Xia?!"

Zhang Jiaming's face instantly turned a deep liver color, his expression even more grotesque than if he had seen a ghost.

He trembled and moved back half an inch, as if he had some kind of deep-seated psychological trauma related to Xia Chaoyue.

"You really are a scoundrel."

Xia Chaoyue sneered, twirled her long sword in her hand, and gave him a playful look as she swept her eyes over his lower body.

"What? Didn't that kick last time break you? You can still run so fast?"

Lin Xiao became interested and turned her head to ask, "Do you know them?"

"It's not just that I know them, it's that I've heard of them before."

Xia Chaoyue rolled her eyes, her tone full of disdain.

"Zhang Jiaming is the disgrace of Longhu Mountain. In terms of seniority, he is still your senior brother, Zhang Xuan, who was in the same year."

"This guy relies on the little bit of Taoist magic he's learned to do nothing productive all day long."

"At last year's university exchange meeting, he tried to peek into our locker room, and I kicked him in the groin. It took him more than half a year to get out of bed."

"Later I heard that because of his conduct, he was personally expelled from the sect by the Old Master and forced to leave the mountain."

Lin Xiao suddenly realized, and his gaze toward the fat man became somewhat strange.

"So he was an outcast who was expelled from the sect."

"Slander! This is slander!! I'm suing you for defamation!!"

Zhang Jiaming's face turned red, and he shouted, his neck stiff.

"Can you call it peeping when it comes to the affairs of those who cultivate the Tao? It's for the purpose of comprehending the mysteries of Yin and Yang in the human body!"

"Besides, the Celestial Master sent me down the mountain to gain experience. Do you understand what 'experience' means?!"

He tried to argue while also keeping an eye on the ghostly claw that could fall from above at any moment, making him look both comical and pathetic.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

Lin Xiao interrupted his spellcasting and pointed to the pink mist that was getting closer and closer behind him.

"What did you mean when you said you'd give me a wife?"

When this was mentioned, Zhang Jiaming disregarded his pride.

He grabbed Lin Xiao's leg, his face contorted in a mournful cry, and pointed at the mist behind him, wailing.

"Brother! Help!"

"There's a female ghost behind us! She's a crazy woman!"

"That's a sap-draining demon! Its killing rules are so twisted; it catches a man and then... it wants to do *that* to him!"

"If we don't please her, she'll be drained dry on the spot!"

Zhang Jiaming, with snot and tears streaming down his face, pointed to his pale complexion from running too much.

"My kidneys are already weak; if I'm caught and taken back, I'll be completely obliterated!"

Lin Xiao: "..."

Xia Chaoyue: "..."

Good guy.

Are all the ghosts in this dungeon this fancy?

"so what?"

Lin Xiao put her hands in her pockets and looked at him with a half-smile.

"You just asked me if I wanted a wife, were you trying to get me to... take the fall for you?"

"Hey! Brother, you're being too polite!"

Zhang Jiaming's eyes darted around as he looked Lin Xiao up and down.

A lewd glint shone in those beady green eyes.

"Brother, I see you have a full forehead and a square jaw, your yang energy is like a furnace, you're clearly a gifted and invincible warrior!"

"That female ghost was a bit fierce, but she was absolutely stunning! Curvy and alluring!"

"This is a calamity for me, but for you, brother... it's a blessing in disguise!"

Zhang Jiaming rubbed his hands together, wearing an expression that said, "I'm doing this all for your own good," and vigorously promoted the product.

"If you're willing to lend a hand, brother, you can help me avoid this calamity."

"That female ghost... is yours! No dowry needed, you'll even provide a wedding gift!"

Lin Xiao's lips twitched.

That fatso, he's wasting his talent not working as a pimp.

Don't give me that.

Lin Xiao sneered, his eyes turning cold.

"I'm not interested in female ghosts, but if you want me to save you, that's not impossible."

He held up two fingers and rubbed them together in front of Zhang Jiaming.

"You'll have to pay more."

Zhang Jiaming was stunned for a moment, then clutched his chest with a pained expression.

"Talking about money? Talking about money hurts feelings!"

"We're all on the human side, so in this godforsaken place we should help each other and overcome these difficult times together..."

"Snapped!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The woman in red slapped the fat man on the back of the head.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The woman in red was now fully displaying her professional lackey skills, glaring fiercely at Zhang Jiaming.

The ten jet-black fingernails traced names on the fat man's neck.

"The king is doing you a favor by asking you to pay!"

"If you dare to dawdle any longer, I'll tear you apart right now, without that vixen even lifting a finger!"

Lin Xiao was banging a bamboo bar in front of him, while a fierce ghost brandished its claws beside him.

Zhang Jiaming looked at the blood dripping from the red-clad female ghost's fingernail, then at Lin Xiao's unwavering gaze.

He knew that he wouldn't make it through today without bleeding.

"Here you go! I'll give it to you, okay?!"

Zhang Jiaming was filled with grief and indignation, and gritted his teeth as he reached into the tattered Taoist robe.

"This is my most prized possession!"

"It was originally meant to be a family heirloom!"

"It's just that you look kind, brother. We hit it off instantly. You're lucky!"

Zhang Jiaming suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and forcefully pulled his hand out!

"Take it!!"

He roared and raised the "treasure" in his hand high.

"This is the most precious treasure I managed to obtain from a thousand-year-old ghost king in the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, after surviving countless near-death experiences!"

The air suddenly fell silent.

A deathly silence.

Lin Xiao looked down at the thing in Zhang Jiaming's hand.

The knife in Xia Chaoyue's hand clattered to the ground.

Even the female ghost in red subconsciously took a half step back, her eyes full of disgust.

All I could see were Zhang Jiaming's two large, fleshy hands.

Holding a pair of...

It swayed slightly in the cold wind, gleaming with an eerie light, and even seemed to carry a trace of warmth...

Black stockings (extremely thin).

"..."

Lin Xiao took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and looked at Zhang Jiaming, who looked pained.

"This is what you meant by..."

"A treasured heirloom?"

Xia Chaoyue finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a furious roar, her voice cracking.

"Are you crazy?!"

"This is your trump card? Used black stockings?! There's a limit to how perverted you can be!!"

"This is Longhu Mountain! A sacred site of Taoism! How could something like you have come from here?!"

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The name 【Zhang Jiaming】 comes from reader @Qingfeng~Panqiu. Feel free to claim it in the comments section.