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

"Although you are not S-level, with your background, you can choose any of the top ten academies in the Great Xia Dynasty. They are very willing to invest more resources in cultivating you, just like your sister Ling Xue."

On the private jet, Wu Qing poured herself a glass of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with a wine glass and swirled it around.

Looking at the girl sitting opposite him.

"Why choose the Mountain Spirit specifically? And why be willing to pay your own way in?"

Even this private jet belongs to the Ling Group.

In this era, having a flying license and being able to fly safely is enough to prove the strength behind a family.

Ling Xin'er held the glass of juice in both hands, took a small sip, and her deep red eyes remained serene.

"I want to become as strong as my older sister."

"oh."

Wu Qing changed to a more comfortable sitting position, crossing her long legs.

It seems they accepted this reason.

Two sisters with extraordinary backgrounds and exceptional talents, supported by their families, have had an excellent relationship since childhood.

The younger sister wanted to catch up with her older sister, so she chose to hone her skills at the most chaotic but also most competitive Mountain Ghost Academy.

That reason is plausible.

"But actually, it's still because of him."

Wu Qing took a sip of the liquor, turning the coarse Erguotou into an elegant red wine.

"The S-rank wedding dress demon's true form is on him, and the closer you get to him, the faster your cultivation will be, as you possess his abilities."

Ling Xin'er was momentarily lost in thought, then nodded slightly, tacitly acknowledging the statement.

"Then you're in danger." Wu Qing's eyes held a strange smile, and her words carried the straightforwardness typical of a soldier: "Want to make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

"I bet you'll be packed up and carried to his bed within six months," Wu Qing said with a wicked grin. "If I lose, the military will send you a big gift when you get married."

Ling Xin'er was taken aback, a slight blush flashing across her cool face: "No...."

"Then we'll wait."

Wu Qing continued, "He's not lecherous. He just seems to be in a hurry to accomplish something, like having a child or something. It's strange, he's only eighteen."

Having a baby........

How did we suddenly get onto this topic?

Ling Xin'er picked up her juice and took another sip, then turned to look at the clouds outside the window, deciding not to continue the conversation.

Wu Qing didn't say anything more and quickly finished the whole bottle of Erguotou.

Just when Ling Xin'er thought this chat, which could hardly be called a conversation, was over—

"Speaking of your ability, [Wedding Dress], the true form of the Wedding Dress Ghost is on him. These past two days, when he's been acting recklessly towards the Wedding Dress Ghost, have you felt it because of the soul imprint?"

"It's just personal curiosity, after all, this has never happened before."

Under the bright lights, and in Wu Qing's amused gaze.

The girl's fingers holding the cup trembled slightly.

........

Los Angeles.

A Land Rover screeched to a halt in front of the Los Angeles branch of the Evil Masters Association, trailing a plume of black smoke as it executed a beautiful drift.

"Sir, you can't park here. There's a parking lot in the back."

"Oh, sorry~"

After parking his car, Lu Ye walked into the huge dungeon lobby.

He scrolled through the route map Wu Qing had sent him on his phone, found the designated instance name, and spoke to the receptionist:

"Supernatural series, D-level eerie dungeon [Sealed Coffin Ghost], one ticket, thank you."

"Hello, sir. The fee for the [Sealed Coffin] instance is 10 yuan. Do you have a membership card?"

"have."

Lu Ye took out a pure black card from his pocket and handed it over; it was left by Wu Qing before she disappeared.

"Please wait a moment, guest." The staff member took the card and began the registration process.

That's just how the world is.

Some people are even making money from bizarre dungeons.

After becoming a Ghost Master, you need to constantly enter bizarre dungeons to improve your strength, but the entrances to bizarre dungeons are scattered all over the world.

Therefore, it is necessary to foster the development of industries.

The Guild of Ghosts opened up all spatial passages, connecting and integrating the bizarre dungeon entrances near a city, and charging a certain fee for it.

"Quick, quick, another one is coming to enter the [Coffin Stitch] dungeon, that makes a total of 7 people."

"What the hell? He's only at the first level of the Contract Realm? What a disappointment."

"Are bizarre dungeons looked down upon so much now?"

Several other demon hunters waiting nearby whispered amongst themselves.

Then a crystal-clear red thread sewed their mouths shut.

"Waaaaah."

"Hello, guest. This is our Ghost Hunter Association's Supreme VIP Card. You can enter ghostly dungeons of rank B or below without paying any fees. Your private room is over here. Please follow me."

After checking the information, the staff member smiled and warmly led Lu Ye to the VIP room on the second floor.

As Lu passed by the few demon hunters, he smiled and nodded elegantly in acknowledgment.

It exudes an invisible, imposing aura.

"This is your private room. Inside, there is a high-level protective artifact that you can use for free. It can withstand one strange attack. I will be waiting outside. I wish you a successful completion of the challenge."

Lu Ye was slightly surprised: "Does your Ghost Hunter Association offer free protective ghost artifacts when entering strange dungeons?"

"Of course not," the staff member said with a reserved smile. "This is a privilege reserved for distinguished clients like yourself."

"You guys are promoting classism," Lu Ye said, pursing his lips.

"You flatter me, sir. You are the one from a higher social class."

Pushing open the door, you enter a luxuriously decorated private room.

On the table were a booklet titled "Detailed Explanation of the Dungeon and Tips for Clearing It," a ring with mysterious patterns, a jade token resembling a pass, and even a plate of fresh fruit.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Lu Ye completely sank into it.

"Evil capitalism."

Ordinary people struggle to survive in the bizarre D-level dungeon.

Rich people even provide you with cheat codes.

Lu put a piece of apple in his mouth and waited leisurely.

Only when the jade tablet gradually turned from white to black and revealed a hint of eeriness did he pick it up.

The [Coffin Stitch] dungeon requires a total of 7 people to start, and those guys below should have already prepared it.

Enter the D-level eerie dungeon, "The Coffin-Sewing Ghost"!

Exit the D-level eerie dungeon [Coffin Stitch]!

Five minutes later, Lu also pushed open the door and came out.

"Guest... is there anything else you haven't prepared?"

"No, I've already finished the game, I'm in a hurry."

Lu Ye dashed down the stairs without looking back.

A moment later, the Land Rover, its engine still warm, sped out of the parking lot.

The staff member walked into the private room where Lu Ye had left with some skepticism, picked up the jade pendant, glanced at it, and was immediately stunned.

Several lines of small text appeared above—

"Congratulations! You have cleared the D-rank eerie dungeon, [The Coffin-Sewing Ghost]!"

"Level completion rating: Perfect."

.........

"She had to drive 3,000 kilometers in three days and clear four bizarre dungeons. I suspect she did it on purpose."

Inside the Land Rover, Lu Ye held the steering wheel with his left hand, while his right hand was held in Hong Luan's arms.

The woman in the wedding dress was holding an embroidery needle and mending his right arm.

As the red silk thread moved through the flesh, a lifelike embroidery appeared on Lu Ye's right forearm.

There were seven half-open coffins, arranged in a row around the arm, and in the darkness of each coffin's opening, a ghostly face was faintly visible.

Having changed into a light red gauze dress, Hongluan gently licked away the blood that had seeped out, nestled softly into Lu Ye's arms, and smiled sweetly.

"This servant will relieve your fatigue, sir."