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

Lin Xiao applied slight pressure with his palm.

"Sizzle—"

A flash of golden light.

The beautiful ghost didn't even have time to scream before it melted into a wisp of air in Lin Xiao's hand.

"Look how crisp it is."

Lin Xiao clapped his hands and looked around.

The once bustling street was now deathly silent.

The remaining thousands of beautiful ghosts were all clinging to the base of the wall, each one wishing they could embed themselves into the cracks between the bricks.

They looked at the smiling man, and their souls trembled.

Who the hell is hunting whom here?!

"Is anyone else hungry?"

Lin Xiao looked around, his tone sincere, as if he were promoting a slow-moving product.

"Splash—"

Thousands of ghosts shook their heads in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed.

Xia Chaoyue stood behind, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

The long sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, and she didn't even have time to react.

As she watched the figure stroll leisurely through the horde of ghosts, chasing after evil spirits to feed them, only two words kept repeating in her mind—

Outrageous.

Is this guy even human?!

Without summoning creatures or magical artifacts, he managed to burn the monsters in the Infernal Dungeon to death with just his bare hands?!

Are you the sun that has become a spirit?!

Beside her, the red-clad ghost that had been feigning death secretly poked its head out from under the wedding dress.

Looking at the scene before it, it silently swallowed, then kowtowed to the ground, sticking its rear end up even higher.

I've chosen the right person to follow.

This time, I've really chosen the right person to follow.

Those thighs are thicker than a city wall!

"It's boring."

Seeing that no ghost dared to come up, Lin Xiao curled his lips in boredom.

He turned around, looked at Xia Chaoyue who was in a daze, and pointed to the alley where Zhang Jiaming had just escaped.

"Did you see that, President Xia?"

Lin Xiao had an upright expression, but his tone revealed the shrewdness of a businessman.

"That's what you call professionalism."

"By the way, do you have that fat guy's WeChat or phone number?"

Xia Chaoyue nodded subconsciously, her brain still in a daze.

"There are...there are files."

"OK."

Lin Xiao nodded in satisfaction, then took out the black stocking from his pocket and waved it around.

"Please pass this message on to him later."

"With so many ghosts, we need to make him pay more for emotional distress, lost wages, and physical exhaustion."

Xia Chaoyue: "..."

Just as Lin Xiao was preparing to regroup and continue forward.

Sudden.

A blood-red warning box suddenly popped up in the depths of his pupils, without warning.

The font was enormous and was flashing wildly.

【warn!warn! 】

[Core rule fluctuation detected!]

[Due to the player's massacre of a large number of vengeful spirits in a short period of time, their overwhelming Yang energy has forcibly awakened the final boss of the dungeon—the "Ghost Bride"!]

[Current Affection Level: Extremely Curious / ???]

Before Lin Xiao could even figure out what the question mark meant...

At the end of the street, a blood-red sedan chair that had been parked in the shadows suddenly began to ooze crimson blood.

The sedan curtains moved automatically even without wind.

A soft, languid, and playful voice suddenly rang in Lin Xiao's ear, as if someone were breathing on his back.

"My lord has such a fiery temper..."

"How about coming to my room... to relieve your pent-up desire?"

……

Huayang Wuhan University.

The newly completed "Qilin Auditorium".

This building, which was entirely funded by Qian Duoduo, the richest man in Shanghai, is so luxurious that it rivals the private residences of nouveau riche.

Above the dome, a star map inlaid with thousands of top-grade spirit stones casts a dreamlike glow.

The auditorium, which can accommodate 5,000 people, is made entirely of soft, whale-skin seats, and even the armrests are made of rosewood, exuding an air of extravagant wealth and ostentatious spending.

However, at this moment, an eerie silence permeated this vast space.

open.

The space felt like it was all taken for a private event.

In the huge auditorium, only a few people were scattered in the first row.

Ye Chen held the unsheathed ancient sword, closed his eyes to rest, and exuded a chilling aura that said "Keep out, strangers and acquaintances."

Zhang Xuan was sprawled out in the chair, his Taoist robe collar open, frantically scrolling through suggestive short videos on his phone.

He would occasionally let out a few lewd "hehehe" laughs, looking just like a village idiot who had just gotten internet access.

Nalan Qing held an ancient book thicker than a brick, with three miniature telekinetic throwing knives floating around him, automatically turning the pages, highlighting "technology changes life".

Bai Ling squatted on the chair, playing with a brightly colored poisonous spider in her hand, humming a nursery rhyme from southern Xinjiang that sent chills down one's spine.

And in the very middle of this row, next to the position that originally belonged to the center.

Su Daji was holding a bottle of nail polish, admiring her newly done manicure in the light. Nine illusory fox tails lazily swept back and forth on the back of the chair, each hair exuding charm.

Chang'e, holding the Jade Rabbit, stared at the large screen with her cold gaze, exuding an aura of chill that turned the area into a central air conditioning vent.

This is the complete lineup of this year's freshmen at Huayang Martial Arts University.

Backstage.

Principal Chu Shanhe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nervously loosened his tie, feeling like a fraudster about to be exposed.

"Old Liu, this...this is way too shabby!"

Chu Shanhe peeked out through the gap in the curtain and felt so guilty that his legs cramped.

"Five thousand seats, and only these few people are sitting here? When those two venerable elders go on stage, won't they think we're a shell company and call the police on the spot?"

The dean of students, Liu Bo, also had a bitter look on his face, clutching two bottles of nitroglycerin pills in his hand, ready to prolong his life at any moment.

"Principal, how about I go to the job market and hire some extras? Two hundred yuan a day, including boxed lunches, should be enough to gather a few hundred people to fill the space, as long as they don't speak."

"It's too late."

Chu Shanhe sighed and gritted his teeth, saying, "Besides, this is elite education! Quality over quantity! And besides..."

He pointed to the two mythical creatures below the stage, creating a stark contrast between ice and fire.

"These two ancestors alone are worth five thousand ordinary students! And... it saves on air conditioning costs!"

As they were talking, two figures walked in from the side of the screen.

The elderly man at the head of the group, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, stood ramrod straight; he was none other than Gu Qingfeng, the former vice president of the Beijing Military Academy.

Behind him was an elderly man dressed in Tang suits and holding a folding fan. He was Mo Daozi, the former honorary professor of Magic Martial Arts.

The two were tricked and coaxed by Minister Qin Weiguo into coming.

Minister Qin's secrecy was so thorough that it was virtually impenetrable.

They only knew that Huayang Martial Arts University was going to make a comeback, and had no idea that all the top-ranked "monsters" in this year's major exam had come here.

In their understanding.

Huayang Wuda is a mess, heavily indebted, on the verge of bankruptcy, and full of mediocre students; it is a target of targeted poverty alleviation.

"Old Gu."

Mo Daozi looked at the empty backstage area, sighed, and spoke with a tragic tone as if he were about to blow up a bunker.

"Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. Since Minister Qin has entrusted us with this heavy responsibility, we have to take the blame."