Chapter 56: Not Afraid of Poverty, So Why Fear Ghosts? Fang Xiaolan, the Female Ghost!

Upon entering the funeral home, Qin Feng sniffed the air and walked toward the area where the aura of death was densest.

As he passed by a lounge, he caught the scent of human presence.

There were people inside—quite a few of them, totaling ten.

There was a transparent square glass pane on the door.

Qin Feng glanced inside and saw that these ten people were actually sitting in a circle playing Majiang.

The stakes were twenty per buy-in, so they were playing for a fair amount.

"Brother Wang, you moved the shrine up to the rooftop. If the boss finds out, won't our wages be docked?" one of them asked.

"What does the boss know? He only knows how to be a hands-off manager. Moving the shrine to the rooftop is the most sensible thing to do. Haven't any of you watched horror movies? The ghosts in horror movies either come from the rooftop or from the sewer. We certainly can't move it to the sewer, so the rooftop is the only option. With the deity statue guarding the rooftop, which monsters and demons would dare to come and make trouble? If the boss docks my pay, I'll smash the deity statue and liven up this funeral home for him."

"Tsk tsk, Brother Wang, the way you talk, it's as if monsters and demons actually exist in this world."

"Haha, exactly!"

"I've been working here for half a year, and I haven't even seen a ghost's shadow."

"It would be great if ghosts were real, preferably female ghosts. When the time comes, I'll heh heh..."

The others chimed in one after another.

"Shut up, have you all lost your minds? Daring to say such things in a funeral home—you really are fearless out of ignorance. I've been working here for almost twenty years, and all I can tell you is: better safe than sorry. And watch what you say; be careful lest trouble comes from the mouth."

"Pfft, we aren't scared easily. Since we dare to work here, who doesn't have some guts?"

"We aren't even afraid of being poor, so why would we fear a ghost? If there really is a ghost, I'll walk right up and slap it across the face, just to let it know why the flowers are so red!"

"There's no room for you to hit a ghost, that's my job. I'll leap right up and kick it!"

"This game of cards is unplayable. You guys play by yourselves."

Brother Wang stood up and walked toward the door.

"Leaving just because you're winning?"

"Forget it, let him go."

"Tsk, how boring."

With a flash, Qin Feng moved away from the spot.

So it was that old man who had moved the shrine up.

Never mind, as a person of great stature, he couldn't be bothered to argue with him—stealing the corpses was the top priority.

Having not walked far, Qin Feng came to a dark corridor and stopped in his tracks.

He caught the scent of a chilling, eerie aura.

That aura was drifting rapidly toward the corridor.

The next second.

At the far end of the corridor opposite him, a woman with disheveled hair and wearing a red dress suddenly appeared.

The woman was completely drenched.

She walked on tiptoes, leaving a puddle of water wherever she passed.

Thick black Qi was emanating from her body.

"A ghost?"

Qin Feng stood in place, observing the woman with curiosity.

This was his first time encountering a ghost, too.

Unfortunately, her face was covered by her hair, making it impossible to make out her features.

Exuding a bone-chilling, icy aura, the woman walked straight toward Qin Feng.

"Bzz... bzzzt..."

Suddenly.

The lights in the corridor began to flicker as if experiencing a bad connection.

With every flicker, the woman advanced a large distance.

"You dare to block my path? Believe it or not, I'll have a thousand people hack you to death!!"

As the lights flickered on and off, the woman appeared right in front of Qin Feng as if teleporting.

A zombie and a ghost, less than two centimeters apart, almost touching each other.

Qin Feng reached out both hands and parted the damp hair hanging in front of the woman's face.

Instantly.

A heavily decayed face appeared before Qin Feng's eyes.

It made Qin Feng's stomach churn; this was simply too disgusting.

"You dare to provoke me? Believe it or not, I'll have a thousand people hack you to death!"

The woman's voice was low, feeble yet exceptionally eerie and terrifying.

"Slap!"

Qin Feng lashed out with a backhand slap.

The immense force directly knocked the woman's head flying off.

"Can't you speak properly!?"

Qin Feng looked at the headless female corpse with a stern tone.

He could clearly sense that this female ghost was no match for him at all.

He truly was bold out of exceptional skill.

With his strength so high, he wasn't even scared when facing a female ghost.

If he were still human, he probably would have pissed his pants by now.

"Whoosh..."

The female ghost's knocked-off head flew back.

She caught it with both hands and reattached it to her neck.

Immediately afterward.

She bared her sharp claws and grabbed Qin Feng by the neck.

"Die!! I want you to die!!!"

The female ghost bared her teeth and brandished her claws, resentment surging madly all over her body.

Yet no matter how hard she squeezed, she couldn't budge Qin Feng's neck by even a fraction.

It was as if she were gripping a piece of unimaginably hard diamond.

"Hoh!!"

Qin Feng opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a breath of corpse Qi.

The corpse Qi blasted onto the female ghost's hair-covered face.

"Y-You... you're a zombie?"

The female ghost's facial muscles twitched, causing a large chunk of rotting flesh to drop from her face.

Then she retracted her hands, took two steps back, and bowed deeply to apologize to Qin Feng, "I'm sorry, I was the one who offended you just now."

Zombies fed on blood and drew power from resentment.

And malevolent ghosts were precisely filled with resentment.

Therefore, zombies happened to be their natural nemesis.

No wonder this person hadn't been afraid of her from the very beginning.

She must have had the worst possible luck to actually run into a dead zombie right here.

"Didn't you say you were going to have a thousand people hack me to death?"

Qin Feng looked at the female ghost teasingly.

The female ghost, which had been so aggressive just a moment ago, instantly wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant.

"Ah... well... this... um... I'm truly sorry."

The female ghost bowed deeply once again.

"You're quite polite, aren't you?"

Qin Feng smiled faintly.

Having power really made a difference; even a fierce, terrifying malevolent ghost could become so well-mannered.

"May I... c-can I leave now?"

The female ghost kept her head down, looking at Qin Feng with apprehension.

"What's your name?" Qin Feng asked.

"My name is Fang Xiaolan."

"What are you doing here?" Qin Feng pursued.

"Absorbing a bit of death Qi to increase my strength, and I happened to overhear someone speaking insolently, so I wanted to come over and teach them a lesson," Fang Xiaolan the female ghost said tremblingly.

"Go on then, just don't take any lives. Come find me in the morgue once you're done teaching them a lesson. Don't even think about running away, or I'll make your death extremely painful."

Qin Feng's face turned fierce as he spoke in an unkind tone.

"O-Oka...y..."

Granted a reprieve, Fang Xiaolan phased right through the wall and fled on the spot.

Seeing Fang Xiaolan's ability to pass through walls, a hint of envy flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

Being a ghost actually seemed pretty nice.

You could phase through walls, possess people, and turn invisible so ordinary humans couldn't see you.

If you sneaked into a women's bathhouse and possessed someone, wouldn't that be sheer bliss?

Qin Feng quickly shook off his wandering thoughts and rushed at full speed toward the morgue.

The top priority right now was still stealing the corpses.

And the female ghost Fang Xiaolan was the key to him transporting the corpses in large batches.

He already had a complete plan in mind.

Otherwise, just for the fact that Fang Xiaolan had grabbed his neck, he would have already killed her.

As for whether Fang Xiaolan would try to escape—Qin Feng wasn't worried in the least.

Since he could sense her aura, there was no way she could escape.

If she knew what was good for her, he would treat her well.

If she didn't know what was good for her, then she could only blame him for being ruthless.