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

Chapter 4, Rank A! Abyss Difficulty, Ghost-type Dungeon!

"Hiss... You idiot."

At the entrance of Ghostly High School, Zhao Mengde walked along the road, grinning.

His mouth was bruised and swollen, and his nostrils were stuffed with toilet paper.

None of them had become Ghost Masters; they were all relying on their physical strength, so Liu Zitao couldn't beat him.

However, later those guys started to take sides in order to curry favor with Liu Zitao, which resulted in him getting hurt as well.

Still not back? Even if you're going to die, you should at least say goodbye to your brothers.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Lu Ye.

Zhao Mengde knew that Lu had returned to his hometown to pay respects at his ancestors' graves.

It's probably because they wanted to burn paper money for their ancestors one last time while they were still alive, so that their lineage wouldn't really die out later.

To be honest, with a talent of 0.01 in controlling ghosts, the ghost patterns displayed are still the most bizarre "Grievous Ghost Series".

He had no idea where his chance of survival lay.

After receiving no reply to the text message for a long time, Zhao Mengde continued walking forward.

Then someone slapped me on the head from behind.

There was only one person who dared to knock him on the head like that.

"I'll treat you to an ice pop."

An ice pop was handed to Zhao Mengde.

Looking up along the handrail, it was indeed Lu Ye.

"You didn't even say you were back?" Zhao Mengde took the popsicle and put it in his mouth.

Lu Ye, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, glanced at the injuries on Zhao Mengde's face and asked, "Who beat you up?"

"They didn't beat me up, I beat them up. I got into a fight with Liu Zitao, that guy's been talking nonsense again."

"You mean me?"

"Um."

Lu Ye and Zhao Mengde walked side by side. "Go ahead and say it, just don't mess with me tomorrow."

If you provoke him, he'll knock you down with a brick and then throw it to the weirdo as a snack.

As I walked, I passed by a funeral parlor.

The mortality rate is extremely high these days, and the funeral industry has grown much faster than supermarkets.

Zhao Mengde led the way inside, pointed to a flamboyantly decorated urn on the counter, and asked Lu Ye for his opinion.

"Look, I had this custom-made. Do you like it?"

"For me?" Lu pointed to his own nose, equally annoyed.

"What else? If we're brothers, I'll definitely see you off on your final journey. Don't worry, I'll take care of your funeral arrangements tomorrow."

Zhao Mengde patted the urn and pointed to an even larger one next to it.

"That one is mine. We're the same style. I've already chosen the burial plot. After I die in the next dungeon, we'll be neighbors."

"Mengde."

Lu Ye was at a loss for words. He took a sip of his popsicle, turned around, and walked out of the funeral parlor.

"Otherwise, how could I have considered you my brother in this vast sea of people?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you like it?" Zhao Mengde chased after him, carrying the urn. "Then let's change to another style. We can finish it tonight and it won't delay our use tomorrow."

"You just want me to die tomorrow, don't you...?"

"Stop joking, with a talent of 0.01 in controlling ghosts, how are you going to survive, brother?" Zhao Mengde scratched his head. "Besides, didn't you say you were going to die before?"

"That was before, things are different now."

Lu looked directly at Zhao Mengde and took the urn from his hand.

"If I don't die, you won't die either."

Lu Ye kicked the urn to pieces, a surge of heroic spirit welling up within him.

"Screw the urns."

"I'm going to keep you alive in this fucked-up world forever! Until neither of us wants to live anymore! No amount of trickery will work, I said it!"

Zhao Mengde felt a pang of heartache as he looked at the urn, now completely shattered.

"It's quite expensive..."

........

The next day, at Ghostly High School, on the playground.

The huge playground was crowded with people, most of whom sat around the perimeter, not daring to disturb the 11 figures standing in the center of the playground.

Everyone knows that today is a life-or-death situation for these 11 people.

"Keep it up, Lao Lu!"

Zhao Mengde, who was mingling in the crowd, waved.

Lu Ye, standing in the last row, returned an "OK" gesture, his simple black robes reflecting a deep color in the sunlight.

Liu Zitao, who was standing in the front row, turned around and glanced at the shroud. "These funeral clothes are nice. Where did you buy them?"

Lu Ye smiled and said, "Your mother made it by hand overnight."

Liu Zitao's face instantly darkened: "Don't worry, once you're dead, I'll definitely dig up your grave and scatter your ashes."

"Then you are truly an unfilial descendant."

When it comes to verbal skills, ten Liu Zitaos wouldn't be a match for one Lu Ye.

"You better pray we get dragged into the same weird instance, then you'll be kneeling before me crying and begging for my protection, and I'll watch you die."

Liu Zitao uttered a vicious curse, his fingers inadvertently picking up a strangely patterned jade pendant hanging from his waist.

"This is a high-end artifact that my family bought specifically for me. It can protect against three strange attacks. You... um?"

As Liu Zitao was speaking, he suddenly noticed that Lu Ye also had a similar jade pendant hanging from his waist.

Moreover, its color, shape, and aura appear significantly more profound and ancient.

"Damn it, a fake." Liu Zitao spat disdainfully and turned his head away decisively.

Lu was too lazy to explain.

Advanced magical artifact?

Rubbish.

Those aren't enough to fill his bag of a hundred ghosts.

........

I waited for a while.

The crowd briefly became agitated.

The 12th person, who was late, finally arrived slowly on the playground.

It instantly attracted a lot of attention, and many people were subconsciously discussing it.

Lu Ye also glanced at the aloof girl in the red dress.

"It's so good to be talented and rich."

Ling Xin'er, the apple of the eye of the Ling Group, has a talent for controlling ghosts with a value of 9.9 and is hailed as a super genius with the greatest potential to become an S-level ghost controller.

There's also her twin sister, Ling Xue'er, who studies at one of the top ten eerie academies in the neighboring main city and is said to be challenging an S-level eerie dungeon.

For someone whose hardware and software are fully optimized.

For others, coming of age is a tribulation; for them, it's a celebration.

"Please, I beg you, I'll use all the luck I have in the rest of my life just to have the chance to be in the same bizarre instance as Ling Xin'er!"

"Out of consideration for our friendship, she'll definitely help protect me if I ask her!"

"That earring on her ear must be some kind of amazing protective artifact."

The others were already praying with their eyes closed.

In the past, Lu Ye might have also thought about trying to curry favor with Ling Xin'er.

But now, it's better to embrace the ancestors of the Ghost Emperor.

........

As time passed little by little.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly oppressive and heavy.

The strange markings on the wrists of all 12 people began to show signs of change.