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

In the bright presidential suite.

Wu Qing sat quietly on the sofa, holding a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in her hand, taking small sips.

Her short, neck-length hair was slightly damp. After changing into a bathrobe, she lost some of her intimidating sharpness, like a sword that had been sheathed.

A gentle breeze blew by.

There was someone behind me.

Wu Qing didn't turn around. "Commander."

"I told you to call me 'teacher' when we're not around, and not to be so sharp all the time. You're a girl, after all."

"Yes, teacher."

The old man behind them wasn't a physical being, so he glanced enviously at the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in Wu Qing's hand.

"How is he?"

"Intelligent, unconventional, unrestrained, with excellent mental fortitude, harboring secrets, and completely unlike someone with a talent for controlling ghosts of only 0.01."

"Not everything in this world needs an answer, but at least he's willing to stand with our military," the old man said with a smile. "I think he's quite good."

"You've never even met him." Wu Qing took a big gulp of Erguotou in front of the old man, her expression completely unchanged.

"I've seen him. Hehe, he's next door fooling around with that S-class wedding dress ghost."

The old man stroked his beard, not caring about such minor details, and simply asked.

"Has the reason why an A-rank bizarre dungeon suddenly upgraded to an S-rank been investigated?"

"Discovering on their wedding day that their fiancée has been abducted by another man would drive any male insane."

"So naive?" The old man's lips curled into a smirk. "Pure-hearted?"

Wu Qing nodded: "Yes, it's pure Qi."

Imagine how angry someone must have been to level up a bizarre A-grade dungeon out of sheer rage.

The old man always trusted Wu Qing's investigations and didn't dwell on the topic. After a while, he asked, "Are you angry that instead of sending you to the battlefield, you're becoming an S-level manager?"

"Soldiers consider obeying orders their sacred duty."

"Looks like you're still angry."

The old man smiled gently, for he still understood the student he had nurtured.

Wu Qing was silent for a while, "I just don't understand why the military is getting involved in these things. We never used to care about these things."

"So now all the talented young people have been snapped up by those corporations and families. In this world where death is a constant threat, money and power are especially tempting."

The old man still wore a gentle smile, but the words he spoke sounded particularly heavy.

"Besides you, how many years has it been since the military produced a single warrior with S-rank supernatural abilities? Yet, aren't soldiers still risking their lives to fight them off in the Ghost Realm?"

"So, teacher, you plan to train him into a top combat force for the military?" Wu Qing asked.

"That's not all."

This time, the old man shook his head, his smile amused.

"You need to make him the face of the military, make him shock everyone, make him crush all geniuses, and then tell everyone that he was trained by the military."

"Then you can attract more geniuses to join the military, right?" Wu Qing rolled her eyes. "This plan sounds just like what our military does."

"How can you talk about your own family like that?" the old man glared at.

The room fell silent.

"Teacher, aren't you leaving yet? I've finished all my wine."

"You've really grown up; you've even learned to chase after the teacher."

A melancholy sigh came from behind.

But no more sound came.

The old man had disappeared.

A long time passed.

Wu Qing tilted her head back and drank the last sip of wine, then turned to look at the night view outside the window.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

........

"My lord."

The presidential suite next door.

Lu Ye lay naked on the soft bed.

The bridal gown-clad ghost, Hongluan, nestled beside him, her slender hands holding an embroidery needle with a red thread dangling from it, mending Lu Ye's left chest. Each pierce of the needle felt as if it were sewing into flesh.

"Will this work?" Lu Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, which was throbbing with pain.

Those needles and threads were like stitches sewn onto the soul.

"Ordinary living people cannot contain the supernatural, but your body seems to be different. After I embroider it with my life-bound red thread, the supernatural can coexist with you. In this way, the more supernatural things you bear, the stronger the supernatural energy in your body will become."

Hongluan was not wearing the bright red wedding robe, but rather a light red gauze dress, which seemed to be the lining under the wedding robe, spreading out in a large red pattern on the bed.

What she embroidered on Lu Ye's chest was a lifelike tattoo of a female ghost in a wedding dress.

In this bizarre way, she embroidered herself into Lu Ye's body, making them inseparable.

However, the embroidery was not fully completed; most of it was still uncolored.

"My lord has only recently become a master of demons and cannot yet fully bear my demonic energy. We will proceed slowly. The last needle will be a little painful, my lord, please bear with it."

As the last needle pierced the flesh, Lu Ye's entire body tensed up.

It felt like someone had pricked the sole of my foot with a needle.

"hiss........"

Bright red blood flowed out.

Hongluan stretched out her little tongue and gently licked it, then swallowed it all.

The eerie aura emanating from his body trembled violently.

"My lord, the embroidery is finished."

"Wait a minute, add a few more stitches around here."

Lu Ye endured the pain and pointed to the embroidered pattern on his chest, which was right next to the feet of the female ghost in the wedding dress.

"There? What are you embroidering?"

"Embroider a box," Lu Ye gestured.

Hongluan's large eyes showed confusion. "Why does my lord need to embroider a chest?"

"I've brought back all your dowry. Don't you dare ask me for it again."

"My lord..."

Hongluan stared blankly at Lu Ye.

"Embroider!"

Lu also held Hongluan's small feet to relieve the pain.

After finishing the embroidery, I was covered in sweat and went to the bathroom for a good shower.

As soon as I came out, a cool, undulating body pressed tightly against me from behind.

"You're still wet, why are you hugging me?"

"This servant will help my lord wipe his body."

Hongluan picked up a towel and began to wipe the water stains off Lu Ye's body, carefully from head to toe. Finally, she knelt down in front of him and helped him change into clean slippers.

They quickly cleaned Lu Ye up, making him smell incredibly tempting.

"My lord~"

A sweet, cloying breath reached my ear.

Her long legs started rubbing against each other again.

"What are you doing?"

Hongluan lowered her head slightly, and the woman blushed with shyness.

"Grandma told me to serve my husband well."

With a wave of her hand, an invisible gust of cold wind swept by.

The entire hotel suite was instantly transformed into the appearance of an ancient wedding room.

The lights transformed into two flickering red candles, casting a dim yet warm glow.

.........

Meanwhile, in a similarly luxurious villa room.

Ling Xin'er sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the phantom of the wedding dress-clad ghost.

The two sat facing each other, the woman in the wedding dress holding Ling Xin'er's palm with her jade-like hand, and wisps of pure, eerie energy flowing continuously between them.

In just one day.

Ling Xin'er has completely mastered the A-level ability to control ghosts, [Wedding Dress], and is now able to condense ghost energy through the projection of the female ghost in the Wedding Dress.

She later learned why she received an A-level reward: it was simply because the [Ghost Marriage: Ten Miles of Red Makeup] dungeon had mutated into an S-level dungeon, and the Wedding Dress Ghost had also evolved to S-level.

As the eerie energy continued to merge, Ling Xin'er seemed to find herself transformed into the female ghost in the wedding dress.

"Hmm~"

The next moment, a strange soft groan came from under the red veil of the woman in the wedding dress in front of them.

His body seemed to be going weak, and his eerie aura became unsteady.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ling Xin'er opened her eyes.

Because the "Wedding Dress" is her ability, and the "Wedding Dress Ghost" already bears the mark of her soul, she can sense that the "Wedding Dress Ghost" is in a somewhat strange state at this moment.

The fluctuation occurred on the main body, and it was synchronously transmitted to the projection.

And she is connected to the projected feelings.

"Um........"

The next moment, Ling Xin'er found herself unconsciously letting out the same soft hum.

What followed was a strange and unfamiliar feeling.

It gradually enveloped the entire body.

Under the lights.

The girl's delicate ears immediately turned as red as blood.