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

"Is that why you insisted on staying in Jiangcheng for two more days?"

Two days later, at Ghost Spirit High School, in the audience, Wu Qing looked at the 14 freshmen of the Du'e Class standing on the playground.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense and sad; this was the second group of people who would enter the eerie instance upon reaching adulthood.

Lu Ye was also watching.

He was here two days ago, but today he's in the audience.

"You can never understand the kind of affection that makes people want to be buried next to your grave, even if they die, so they can be your neighbor."

"He even used all his pocket money to order a really flashy urn for me."

"He didn't even ask me if I liked cremation."

Lu Ye's "affectionate" gaze fell on Zhao Mengde, who was looking around on the playground.

"If I become rich and powerful, I will not forget you."

"Perhaps I can actually understand?" Wu Qing withdrew her gaze.

Lu also asked expectantly, "Can we take him with us on our path to becoming stronger? He'd be happy even if he was just an accessory."

"Feel sorry."

Wu Qing shook her head.

"If you take him with you on your journey, it will only hasten his death, unless you are certain that he has a strong enough ability to protect himself."

"He will have it," Lu nodded firmly. "He has me."

"I have some things to take care of, I'll leave before dark."

As she spoke, Wu Qing's figure vanished into the crowd like shattered glass.

"The Candlelight Realm is just awesome."

Lu sighed with envy, and before the barrier closed, he pushed through the crowd and walked onto the playground.

Zhao Mengde's gaze instantly locked onto him. "What happened to your back?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, or you'll just get jealous." Lu Ye said, supporting his lower back.

If only I could have a son as soon as possible to end all this.

He will dedicate himself to his duties and end his life as soon as possible to become the Ghost Emperor.

"Now it's your turn to take care of my funeral arrangements, baby," Zhao Mengde grinned.

Lu said helplessly, "Brother, your forced smile looks really bad."

"So I'll die anyway if I cry." A hint of sadness flashed across Zhao Mengde's face as he patted Lu Ye's shoulder. "Remember to burn me a couple more paper doll girls later, no, I want eight. You know my type."

"Sorry, brother, I won't allow you to have such a good time down there." Lu also withdrew Zhao Mengde's hand. "Take off your clothes."

"Here?" Zhao Mengde looked around at the huge crowd.

"Um."

stab.

With a gentle tug, Zhao Mengde's clothes came off.

He wore a special burial garment today, which is easy to take off and will make it easier to collect the body later.

"Put this on." Lu Ye tossed out a piece of clothing.

Zhao Mengde quickly changed into the shroud, admiring it with satisfaction: "What brand is this funeral shroud? The workmanship is really good."

"And these..."

Lu Ye started taking things out of his pocket and stuffing them into Zhao Mengde's clothes.

"This garment is a ghost-avoidance suit; it can block three attacks from D-level ghosts."

"This is soul-suppressing rice. If you're possessed, eat a bite now, and you'll be back to life."

"This is called the 'Death-Severing Incense.' Once lit, ghosts below the B-rank can't see you."

"Here are 10,000 coins. Spend them if you need to, or give some to the monsters in the dungeon. Money can make the monsters work."

"If you encounter a monster, use this small leather whip to lash it. This is a level two ghost weapon, the Soul-Striking Whip."

"Keep these ten underworld contracts with you. When you meet a suitable one, recruit a few underlings before going out again."

"This is......."

A few minutes later, looking at Zhao Mengde, who had been completely transformed from head to toe, Lu clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"That's about it. Don't be too arrogant when you go in. Even when fighting the ghost, don't hit its face. Give the ghost some face."

The sky above began to ripple, and an eerie atmosphere enveloped the playground.

"A bizarre dungeon has appeared. It's a supernatural series, Rank D, called 'Shadow High School'."

"All unrelated personnel must immediately leave the playground area. Barrier generated."

As Zhao Mengde's vision gradually hardened, Lu also gracefully withdrew from public life.

Finding a shady spot with few people, she summoned the Red Phoenix, rested her head on the other's long, intertwined legs, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Wearing a red veil, Hongluan gently massaged Lu Ye's brow, her touch utterly tender.

Within a ten-meter radius, yin energy surged, forming a natural barrier.

........

I woke up from a nap.

It was almost evening.

Hongluan transformed into black smoke and entered the embroidered pattern on Lu Ye's chest.

A level D bizarre dungeon, 14 people enter, 7 survive, exactly a 50% probability.

Zhao Mengde became the most dazzling star.

Once inside the dungeon, they swept through everything in their path, defeating all who stood in their way and turning the entire Ghostly Academy upside down.

Finally, they captured the D-level supernatural boss, "The Mysterious Instructor," and became the person who received the highest reward this time.

"What kind of ability does the 'Strange Instructor' have again?" Lu asked as he walked.

"After being summoned, there is a certain chance that the [Death Exam] will be triggered, and the person who is anchored must take the exam on the spot."

Zhao Mengde answered in a burst of enthusiasm.

"Furthermore, there is a second assessment. If a student fails a test, they are judged as a 'bad kid who doesn't like to study' and are forcibly locked in a 'dark room' for one hour."

"Your ability is truly a bit abnormal, a student killer."

As they walked to the entrance of the Ghostly High School, Lu Ye casually tossed another item to Zhao Mengde.

Happy birthday, bro.

"Let's have fun together!"

Zhao Mengde examined the strangely patterned jade pendant in his hand, unable to decipher it. "What's this?"

"Good stuff. Remember to keep it with you at all times. At least while I'm gone, you won't die in the weird dungeon," Lu Ye replied.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'll be away for a while."

Lu Ye turned around and glanced at the eerie gate of the Ghost Spirit High School.

Then he looked directly at Zhao Mengde, his expression unusually serious.

"Three months. You only have three months to memorize all that damn basic knowledge, understand it, apply it, and build a solid foundation so that you can at least become a mediocre person who is good enough."

"And what about three months from now?" Zhao Mengde sensed Lu Ye's seriousness.

"Three months later..."

Lu Ye put his hands in his pockets, turned around and slowly walked away, leaving Zhao Mengde with only his back to him.

"I will lead you to accomplish a monumental undertaking that is unprecedented and will never be repeated!"

"And at that time, you will be my most trusted and loyal assistant and driver."

Zhao Mengde stood there dumbfounded, watching as Lu Ye turned around, got into a Land Rover, and drove away without looking back.

He unconsciously clenched his fist.

"Brother...wait for me!"

.........

"Where to next?"

Inside the Land Rover, Lu Ye gripped the steering wheel and glanced at Wu Qing, who had appeared in the back seat, in the rearview mirror.

"Which of the ten top universities in Great Xia do you like?" Wu Qing asked casually.

"Mountain Spirit Academy, please."

Wu Qing raised her willow-leaf eyebrows: "Why?"

"The weakest, and it has the most military personnel. I like living in groups."

Wu Qing nodded. Although the choice was unexpected, she liked it very much.

"However, before you go, you need to go to a few cities first. You get an S-level ability to control ghosts on your first clear of the eerie dungeon. This gives you a high starting point, but it can also make your foundation unstable. So I suggest that you clear a few more low-level dungeons before the official report."

Lu readily accepted the suggestion, "How many levels should we clear?"

"All, DCBA."

Wu Qing took out a data computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard before finally pressing the space bar.

"I've selected a few eerie scenarios that might suit you, in different cities, and sent the routes to your phone."

"Okay, what about you?"

Wu Qing replied, "You go there yourself. I'm going to pick someone up. There's someone else who will be going to the Mountain Spirit Academy with you."

"You have an accomplice? Let's go together, it'll be more exciting on the road," Lu Ye enthusiastically invited.

"I'm sorry, but given your behavior at the hotel these past two days, I don't intend to let her ride alone in the same car as you."

Wu Qing's figure had already disappeared in the rearview mirror.

That's slander.

Lu Ye helplessly touched his nose.

It wasn't his idea!