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Chapter 358 The Birth of the Neurotic Emperor

"The accommodations are pretty basic."

Allen released the ghost bride's hand, walked straight to the side of the road, and forcefully pried off a paving stone.

咣…

The floor tile crashed directly into the window of the house.

The glass shattered instantly.

The ghost bride's eye twitched; I've never seen anything like it in my life.

This is the first time I've ever witnessed someone running rampant in the Spirit Realm.

"You old eunuch, come out here!"

Allen, hands on his hips, launched into a verbal attack on the house: "You cross-dressing pervert without Kunkun, are you afraid of my monstrous python calamity? If you have the guts, come out here, and I'll take it off my waist and whip you a few times."

"..."

That was a very vulgar insult.

The ghost bride seems to have completely changed our understanding of her.

She was completely unrecognizable as the petite and demure girl she used to be.

Meanwhile, in nearby residences, shadowy figures could be vaguely seen through the windows.

Clearly, the evil spirits were watching from the sidelines, eager to join in the fun.

People love to watch a spectacle, especially when it's a human turned evil spirit.

Furthermore, evil spirits prefer to stay in their homes and never maintain relationships with their neighbors.

Seeing that there was no movement in the haunted house, Allen picked up another floor tile and threw it into another window.

With a loud bang.

Then Allen started cursing.

"You damn eunuch, you must have thought that once you were cut off, men would like you. But it was all wishful thinking. You're so pathetic. You lacked love growing up, and you're calcium-deficient now. You're not handsome, but you're good at having fun. Besides getting other people's saliva all over you, what else can you do...?"

Bang!

The door suddenly opened by itself.

A tall figure in a black wedding dress stood at the door, staring fiercely at Allen.

The ghost bride had already hidden next to the trash can, fearing she would be implicated.

The old ghost is indeed a very abnormal one in the ghost community. His resentment is so strong that he is considered one of the most powerful evil spirits. He is very likely to grow into a vengeful ghost in the future.

The vengeful ghost is a powerful figure in the ghost city.

However, to be fair, Allen's insults were indeed vicious, relentlessly targeting other people's pain points.

"I want you dead."

The old ghost lifted his black veil, revealing a cruel face with wrinkles and pale features.

Ten fingernails extended out like sharp blades, shrouded in a layer of eerie black mist.

"Your fingernails are so long, are you using them to shave when you go to the toilet?"

Allen tossed his head and walked toward a nearby street lamp.

Under the old man's puzzled gaze, Allen watched as he pulled up the lamppost with his bare hands.

"You're dead meat! Don't you dare run away!"

Allen made some tough threats and then swung the lamppost to test his skills.

"Mortal, this is the Spirit Realm. Strength does not equate to power."

As he spoke, the old ghost was enveloped in a dark, resentful aura.

In an instant, the figure, enveloped in black mist, struck swiftly and deadly.

The evil spirits hiding in the haunted house, seemingly already foreseeing Allen's fate.

Dark resentment can corrode a person's soul; in a single encounter, it dissolves and transforms into black mist, enhancing the old ghost's power.

Therefore, in the eyes of the evil spirits, Allen was destined to die.

This is because within the spirit realm, the power of evil spirits can be fully displayed.

Bang!

For a moment, there was complete silence.

Many incredulous eyes saw a completely different result.

Allen suddenly slammed the pole down, and the old ghost was deeply embedded in the ground, his deep resentment even showing signs of dissipating.

Bang!

"So what if it's the Spirit Realm? Is there anything I, Temporary Buddha Bo Le, can't handle?"

Bang!

"If being strong isn't power, then is it agility?"

Bang!

"Why aren't you showing off anymore?"

Bang!

"Is it because you're naturally averse to pretending?"

Bang!

"Did he castrate himself just to show off?"

Bang!

"..."

Each stroke of the stick was like a critical hit.

It struck not only the old ghost, but also the hearts of all the evil spirits.

The last pole fell.

The old ghost was unwilling to accept his fate and his soul was scattered.

At that moment, the star at the center of the Temple of the Gods suddenly flashed, then dimmed and disappeared into the palace.

"The Neurotic Emperor has returned to his throne!"

A notification indicates that a true god has been born in the main seat of the temple of gods.

Close your eyes and look inward.

From a god-like perspective, Allen is in a magnificent palace, and on the throne directly above him sits a version of himself dressed in a hospital gown.

"This is the Neurotic Emperor!?"

It's a completely new version of myself.

Upon opening his eyes again, Allen quietly activated the Summoning Spell.

A dazzling divine light shone from three feet above their heads.

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

"With a deafening roar from the sky, I make my grand entrance."

With one finger pointing to the sky and the other to the earth, the neurotic emperor, who looked exactly like Allen, declared domineeringly, "Above and below the heavens, I alone am supreme."

With a loud bang.

Allen looked at the eccentric Emperor, so embarrassed that he dropped the lamppost he was holding.

"Why are you throwing things around? What if you hit a child? Even if you don't hit a child, it's still bad if you hit the flowers and plants."

The God of Neurotics painstakingly picked up the lamppost, weighed it in his hand, and felt quite pleased with himself.

"Are you pretending to be Tang Sanzang?" Allen asked.

"You're getting attached to appearances. The Buddha is the Way, why make such a clear distinction? Sometimes it's better for people to be a little confused. Well said, well said." The Divine Emperor put his hands together, adopting the posture of a monk.

"Help me fight."

Allen pointed to a haunted house across the street, where an evil spirit wearing a human skin mask was hiding, and said, "I've disliked him for a long time. This guy is cosplaying as the Chainsaw Massacre."

"It's uncivilized to fight and kill when you're out and about. Let's sit down, have some tea, and talk about life."

The Neurotic Emperor affectionately pinched Allen's cheek and coaxed, "Be good, listen to me and we won't fight."

Damn it, I raised a pushover.

What's the point of having it if we're not going to fight?

"Don't stare with those big, beautiful eyes. As the saying goes, who would do something without a profit?"

The Psychopathic Emperor spoke eloquently: "These days, you're not some hothead with tattoos all over your chest and back like Brother Green Dragon. You might get killed without a word. Everyone here is a respectable person, wearing suits, drinking red wine, and smoking cigars. Who would want to fight if there's no money to be made?"

"..."

This time, Allen was rendered speechless.

The Neurotic Emperor is very much like a Hung Hing leader who has come ashore; he speaks in a contradictory way and has the air of a businessman.

"God... if you don't take action, how will more righteous gods be born? Without so many righteous gods, how will we grow stronger? If we don't grow stronger, who will give us face when we go out? Without prestige, we can't intimidate people," Allen said in a sly, flattering manner.

"That makes sense. As a newly established enterprise, Heavenly Court needs to develop more employees. I am the chairman, and you are a shareholder. You cannot do everything yourself."

The Neurotic Emperor picked up a lamppost, walked to the entrance of the haunted house across the street, and shouted, "Listen up, little devils inside! Are you going to come out and face your death, or should I tear your house down?"

Alan and the Ghost Bride watched the performance of the Neurotic Emperor from a distance.

But after waiting for a minute, there was still no response.

The Psychic Emperor seemed to have lost his patience. His originally calm face instantly turned violent and cruel: "You don't know what's good for you. You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup. You don't follow the rules of the underworld, so you'll follow my rules."

Suddenly, a pole swung down on the haunted house.

(End of this chapter)