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Chapter 133: Dispel the Evil Spirit (31)
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Changsheng was initially stunned before bursting into rage. The chair beneath him shattered into pieces, frightening the female ghost nearby into screaming.

Jiaojiao is not the point.

The point is she killed his ghost!

This is a provocation!

Changsheng, “Little girl, seeing as you’re just a new ghost, do you have any idea what happens to those who offend me?”

Chuzheng shook her head honestly, “I don’t know.”

The last person who said that to me is now under grass three meters tall!

Changsheng clapped like an idiot, “Good! Good! Today I’ll let you learn the rules around here!”

Any ghost that challenges his status, no matter how pretty, must be killed!

“…”

Why does everyone like to teach me the rules?

I don’t want to learn any rules!

My rule is that there are no rules!

Changsheng sneered, “You’ve already signed the duel contract, your life or death is on your own head.” Today, either Chuzheng dies on the stage or Changsheng dies on the stage; in a duel contract, only one can live.

“…” To hell with your duel contract, it wasn’t even with my consent, this is abduction! I refuse! I’m going to kill this dog thing that dares to plan behind my back!

“Long live the Ghost King! Long live the Ghost King!”

“The Ghost King must win!”

“The Ghost King must win!”

The crowd of ghosts below was incredibly excited, feeling no pity for Chuzheng, such a frail female ghost.

Chuzheng: “…” It’s too pitiful, there isn’t even one person cheering for me.

Chuzheng walked to the edge of the stage.

“What are you doing!” Changsheng thought Chuzheng was trying to escape and scolded, “Retreat at this point? It’s too late, the contract is in effect, you have no way out and must fight me.”

Chuzheng glanced at him, ignoring him, crouched at the edge, and summoned the two Ghost Envoys from before.

Chuzheng whispered something to them, and after thinking it over, the Ghost Envoys nodded in agreement.

Chuzheng patted her clothes, stood up, and walked back to the center, “Wait five minutes.”

Changsheng: “????”

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“I’m calling you to…”

Chuzheng looked at Changsheng, her tone cold, showing no emotion, “To respect your opponent is to respect yourself.”

“How am I not respecting you, what are you waiting for? I’m telling you…”

Chuzheng’s eyes were full of coldness, “If I tell you to wait, then wait, what’s the fuss?”

Changsheng: “????”

I am the Ghost King!

You actually dare to shout at me!!

Changsheng wanted to snap back fiercely, but as the Ghost King, he couldn’t afford to be without dignity.

And since she was a female ghost, waiting five minutes was just that, he didn’t believe she could turn the tables in five minutes.

“What are we waiting five minutes for?”

“I don’t know… Are we still fighting or not? I’m in a hurry to go see my grandson.”

“What does the Ghost King want to fight her for? Such a delicate female ghost, has the Ghost King not taken a fancy to her?”

“She must have offended the Ghost King, otherwise why would the Ghost King be willing to fight her?”

“I really want to see them fight, what are we waiting for?”

The crowd of ghosts below started to clamor.

Chuzheng stood as steady as Mount Tai, not even her clothing fluttered, exuding the aura of a true master.

Just as everyone was confused, a uniform chant suddenly erupted from afar.

“Chuzheng Chuzheng, omnipotent!”

“Chuzheng Chuzheng, victorious in every battle!”

“Chuzheng Chuzheng, revered by all!”

The bewildered crowd looked toward the source of the sound, where the two Ghost Envoys were vigorously waving their hands and directing, chanting slogans with great vigor.

The ghosts: “…” Ghost Envoys! Do you even remember what you’re supposed to be doing?!

Changsheng: “…” Are they sick?!

“The Ghost King must win!”

“Chuzheng Chuzheng, victorious in every battle!”

“The Ghost King must win! The Ghost King must win!”

“Chuzheng Chuzheng, revered by all!”

The ‘fans’ of both sides chanted with all their might, driving the atmosphere to its peak.

Changsheng, clenching his wrist, called out, “Can we start now?”

Chuzheng nodded.

Changsheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Little girl, I always show mercy to female ghosts, today I’ll let you have three moves, so no one can say I bullied you.”

Chuzheng, “Really?”

[…]Is this Ghost King an idiot? He’s giving Miss a three-move handicap; Miss could easily take you down!! Does he think his life is too long or something?

The King’s Account already seemed to foresee Changsheng’s sorry state.

Yet Changsheng, oblivious, boasted with a slap on his chest, “When have I, Changsheng, ever told a lie?”

“Aren’t you telling a ghost story?”

“…”

Changsheng wanted to say more, but suddenly, the ghost before him disappeared, and he tensed.

A chill came from behind, but it was too late for Changsheng to dodge.

So fast!

The chill struck his body, and Changsheng was flung uncontrollably into the air, then slammed hard onto the ground.

To the surrounding ghosts, it appeared he was thrown up, then fell.

But only Changsheng knew he had been slammed down; something struck his abdomen, pressing him harshly to the ground.

Quick and ruthless.

Yet when he reached out, there was nothing there.

“Two more to go.” Chuzheng appeared before him, her expression cold as she gazed down at him.

She didn’t quite understand why he gave her a three-move advantage.

But it saved her a lot of trouble, so Chuzheng was more than happy to accept.

Morality? Fairness?

What are those?

Can they save her from hassle?

If not, it’s all nonsense!

Changsheng: “Pah, you just got lucky this time; you struck all of a sudden and I wasn’t ready…”

Before Changsheng could finish his sentence, he was once again thrown up and slammed down.

This hit was even heavier than the first, and faster; he felt as if he could sense the sharpness of the wind.

After being smashed to the ground, Changsheng’s head spun, the world swirling before his eyes, his mind buzzing.

Regretting giving Chuzheng three moves had already come too late for Changsheng.

He was lifted by Chuzheng by the foot, slammed down left and right, repeatedly against the platform.

It looked dreadful.

The ghosts: “…”

This was not what they had expected!

How could the Ghost King be so weak?!

Was this the same Ghost King who once dominated everything around him?

The scene became somewhat silent; all the ghosts were startled by the unbelievable sight unfolding before them.

“Chuzheng, Chuzheng, omnipotent!”

Someone shouted, followed by a chorus of synchronized chants.

“Chuzheng, Chuzheng, unbeatable in battle!”

“Chuzheng, Chuzheng, you alone are honored!”

The chants grew louder; the group that had been shouting for the Ghost King’s victory was now silent.

Chuzheng released the disoriented Changsheng and said as she dusted off her hands, “Next time, don’t just randomly give your enemy three moves. It’s a losing deal.”

Changsheng: “…”

If he had known earlier, he would never have said such a thing.

Unfortunately, there are no ‘if only’s in this world.

The final showdown contract demanded a death; Chuzheng had no choice but to finish off the Ghost King.

Chuzheng stepped down from the platform, and the ghosts stepped back, their eyes showing fear.

They thought they’d come to see the Ghost King bully a ghost but ended up attending his own send-off…

This she-ghost was too fierce.

“According to the rules, whoever defeats the Ghost King takes his place as the new Ghost King. Congratulations, Miss Chuzheng.”

The Ghost Envoy came over to offer congratulations.

Chuzheng’s eyes widened slightly.

There’s, there’s such a rule?

I don’t want to be any Ghost King…

“Long live the Ghost King!”

The ghosts who served under Changsheng were hesitant at first.

But with Changsheng gone, in order to save their own skins, these ghosts quickly abandoned the fallen Changsheng with no emotional burden and accepted the new Ghost King.

Chuzheng: “…”

I really didn’t intend to become this Ghost King.

“Miss Chuzheng, we need to settle the dues for the extras and our appearance fees,” the Ghost Envoy said, holding up a mobile POS machine, eagerly looking at the generous Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: “…”

The ghosts: “…”