Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

"Dark Night..."

"The King?"

Zhao Mengde stared blankly as he repeated the name.

Does he know such high-ranking people?

The head of the grade in the corridor was racking his brains for the name, only to find that he had never heard of it before.

Made up?

That's not right either.

These men in black were clearly well-trained, emanating an aura of even greater power than his that of a demon tamer.

The important thing is that this isn't just one person, but a group of people who are even stronger than him!

What terrified him most was the woman in her business attire.

The aura emanating from him made his very soul tremble, as if a vast abyss was staring down at him.

He didn't even dare to look at that perfectly proportioned body.

Because of that aura...

Powerful, and inhuman!

"There's no time to hesitate, let's go, don't keep the Shadow Lord waiting."

The other person's urging brought Zhao Mengde back to his senses. He seemed to see the other person smile behind the sunglasses, revealing a stunning smile that he dared not look directly at.

Then, without realizing it, he followed the other person.

All eyes in the classroom followed his every step.

The men in suits lined up on both sides, and only slowly followed him as he passed, like bodyguards.

As soon as Zhao Mengde stepped out of the classroom and arrived at the foot of the teaching building, he heard the woman laughing again.

"Look up, the King of the Night has prepared a surprise for you."

Zhao Mengde looked up.

Then they discovered it was raining.

It wasn't ordinary rain.

Instead, it was a shower of bright red banknotes!

Endless banknotes rained down, not only landing in the sky above the Ghostly Academy, but also in the distance, seemingly floating over half of Jiangnan City.

Wow! Money is falling from the sky!

"It's real! Real money!"

"Holy crap! Who's this super-rich guy?"

"Hurry and grab it!"

Students from every class at the Ghostly High School poured out, arms outstretched, scrambling for the banknotes raining down from the sky.

Zhao Mengde didn't make a move; he just felt something was amiss.

Even more strangely, the roar of aircraft began to appear in the sky.

More than a dozen of the latest models of private aircraft, which only the wealthiest individuals are entitled to own, streaked across the low sky, leaving long trails of smoke and creating a huge gust of air.

These expensive aircraft performed all sorts of fancy maneuvers in mid-air, and the colorful smoke eventually condensed into a line of large colored characters, which were brought into everyone's view.

If Heaven had not given birth to Zhao Mengde, the path of the dead would have remained shrouded in eternal darkness!

Even the final "!" was incredibly clear.

The aircraft continued to fly, and after a moment it outlined a line of large characters.

[Today's enlightenment is a day of universal celebration!]

"What? These all belong to Zhao Mengde?"

"Prove the Way? Prove what Way?"

"Could the money in the sky have been scattered by Zhao Mengde...?"

Hearing the uproar around him, Zhao Mengde's face flushed slightly.

I kept shaking my head inwardly.

No, it's not me, it might be a mistake.

I'm not stupid enough to give you guys money; I don't even have enough for myself.

However, this is not the end of the story.

After the aircraft roared away, a figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, standing there in the void. He appeared to be slightly overweight.

The man stretched out his arm and opened his palm.

A golden beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping Zhao Mengde completely, as if coating him with a dazzling light, making him radiant.

Unbeknownst to Zhao Mengde, he found himself standing on a red carpet, his clothes transformed into an expensive tuxedo, and the red carpet stretched outwards, with petals mixed with banknotes falling like snowflakes.

"His name is Zhao Mengde, an ordinary but cool young man. He once..."

Emotional music accompanied the soulful voice of the figure in mid-air as Zhao Mengde, illuminated by a spotlight, walked down the red carpet, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Dazzling, eye-catching, handsome, and radiant.

He seemed like the leading man of the world, walking onto the awards stage under the spotlight.

"Stop messing around..."

Zhao Mengde covered his face.

Does he deserve such a high-class occasion?

"Take your hands away, lift your head, straighten your chest, you deserve it."

The voice came from the woman who had deliberately lagged behind by half a step, so Zhao Mengde could only straighten his chest and continue walking forward.

Splash!

Halfway down the red carpet, groups of beautiful women in JK skirts suddenly emerged from both sides.

A pair of long legs, almost longer than his life, tied in pigtails, holding flowers in their hands, watching him with enthusiastic smiles, and occasionally running up to present him with flowers and wreaths.

Zhao Mengde was almost completely overwhelmed by the flowers and their enchanting fragrance.

Meanwhile, the students and teachers at Ghost High School who had been alerted were completely stunned.

"What on earth is going on...?"

"Could Zhao Mengde be an illegitimate son of some powerful family, lost to the world?"

"No way, that's ridiculous..."

.........

Keep going.

Several people fell from the trees on both sides with a clatter, hanging in mid-air and swaying back and forth, tied with several red lines.

These four guys had bruises and swelling on their faces, as if they had been severely beaten up. They happened to be the same guys who had been blocking his way lately.

Upon seeing Zhao Mengde, the four of them, as if they had been specifically instructed beforehand, each shouted with all their might, their voices almost echoing throughout the entire academy.

"Zhao Mengde is my father!"

"It's unfilial of me to hit my father!"

"Zhao Mengde was both handsome and powerful!"

"Whoever dares to look down on Zhao Mengde is my grandson!"

The wailing mixed with music, and the guy above him giving a heartfelt "life report," such an absurd and bizarre combination made Zhao Mengde's lips slowly curl into a smile.

Because he sensed a familiar smell from it.

This is something most people wouldn't do.

As the red carpet neared its end, the music in the air grew more rousing, as if foreshadowing a major climax.

Zhao Mengde looked up.

A powerful and imposing Land Rover flagship model was seen slowly driving up from not far away, and quietly stopping at the end of the red carpet, as if waiting for him.

Until the moment he approached.

The car door was gently pushed open.

A young man dressed in a black casual tracksuit jumped down from above.

First, he stretched out his arms with a big yawn, then stretched out his arms with a smile and grinned.

The woman who had been following behind stepped forward and stood behind the man alongside two other equally beautiful women, also watching Zhao Mengde.

Looking at the familiar smiling face in front of him and the outstretched arms, Zhao Mengde's eyes reddened for a moment, and he grinned.

"Holy crap... I thought you were some big family's illegitimate son."

Muttering something to himself, Zhao Mengde stepped forward and gave Lu Ye a tight hug, in a manly manner.

"It's been three months, just as I said, and Daddy's back."

Lu was laughing very happily.

"Haha, surprised? Unexpected? Awesome?"