Chapter 47 Male Ghost's Combat Power? Not Good.

After signing the contract with Han Xiao, Zhang Mo thoroughly investigated Ouyang Yuanzhong.

You wouldn't know unless you looked it up; once you did, you'd find out that this rich kid's scandals were truly spectacular.

Drug use, group sex, stalking, and illegal detention, etc., but because most of these things happened abroad, and the Ouyang family was rich, they intercepted them all, so there was no news about them in China. No wonder Han Xiao knew nothing about it before the marriage.

This isn't just a case of dirt growing on a person; it's like dirt growing on a person.

At the time, Zhang Mo felt that given this person's lack of moral boundaries, he might have even taken another life. She just didn't expect that her guess would actually be true, and that it would be presented to her in such a shocking way.

Although the female ghost's disheveled hair made it impossible for Zhang Mo to see her face clearly, judging from her outline, she should be Chinese.

While Zhang Mo was pondering, at the same time, Ouyang Yuanzhong opposite him was also thinking about what Zhang Mo had just said.

“A surprise?” Ouyang Yuanzhong pondered and repeated Zhang Mo’s words, then suddenly laughed. “I understand. You did all this to get my attention, right?! That makes sense. Otherwise, how could someone of your caliber dare to provoke someone of my level? But I have to admit, your little tricks did successfully attract my attention.”

Zhang Mo: "......"

These words were so outrageous that Zhang Mo couldn't help but shift her gaze from the female ghost back to Ouyang Yuanzhong's face.

A smile of excessive confidence graced his face, as if he knew his charm was irresistible: "You are indeed much smarter than Han Xiao. I should have realized it from the beginning; rural women with only a junior high school education are just that ungrateful."

As for you, although you're not my type of innocent-looking girl, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you if you were willing to take the initiative.

Zhang Mo said coldly, "Is that so? Am I just the type you don't like? I thought I was the gender you didn't like."

Ouyang Yuanzhong wasn't annoyed. He chuckled and shook his head: "I've seen your information. You graduated from Q University with excellent grades, but it's still a domestic university, which is why your perspective is so narrow. Oh, right, I forgot you grew up in an orphanage. You've been poor for so many years and have never even left the country."

"You've investigated me quite thoroughly."

Ouyang Yuanzhong: "You should know very well that for someone like me, crushing people like you is as easy as crushing an ant. Go back and tell Han Xiao to be smart and return what she owes me. As long as she keeps me happy, I'm still willing to spend some money on her later."

I still like her face, but her personality is terrible, and her perspective is so limited. If she just comes with me and sees more of the world, she'll realize that love has absolutely nothing to do with gender.

Zhang Mo's gaze was deep: "It's not just about gender, is it? It has nothing to do with quantity either."

Ouyang Yuanzhong's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a toy that surprised him.

He leaned forward, deliberately craning his neck to get closer to Zhang Mo opposite him. While playfully rubbing his Adam's apple, he said in a deliberately exaggerated, bubbly voice, "You're even smarter than I thought... There's a party at my villa tonight, and I guarantee you'll love it once you've been there..."

As he approached, the female ghost who had been riding on his neck also moved closer to Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo could feel a chilling aura getting closer and closer.

However, that's not the point. The point is that Zhang Mo then watched as the female ghost's dry, yellow hair, covered in dust and blood, fell into her steaming bowl of beef noodles.

Zhang Mo: "......"

The female ghost: "......"

It was so disgusting that even a ghost couldn't stand it. The female ghost quickly pulled her hair back, revealing her face hidden behind her long hair. The human and the ghost finally made eye contact.

Upon seeing this ghostly appearance, even Zhang Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Bad news: It's not a female ghost, it's a male ghost.

It is common knowledge that male ghosts are far less powerful than female ghosts.

However, there is also good news.

Good news: Zhang Mo recognized the male ghost.

A male internet celebrity who was banned three years ago for posting explicit photos.

Zhang Mo didn't know his real name, only that his online name was "A Little Peach".

He was an extremely slender and beautiful young man, with fair skin, a small waist, and a small face. His looks were only slightly less striking than a more voluptuous version of Jiang Mian.

He was hailed as the most handsome boy of the 21st century by internet celebrities, and many anime sought him out for cosplay.

Then one day, for some unknown reason, he suddenly posted a bunch of explicit bedroom photos on his account and was banned by the platform.

Zhang Mo was still locked in a silent stare with the male ghost when Ouyang Yuanzhong's demonic whispers continued: "As long as you're willing to open your eyes... open your soul... open your body..."

Compared to this, hair falling into noodle soup doesn't seem so disgusting anymore.

Zhang Mo grabbed her phone and stood up abruptly!

Ouyang Yuanzhong was startled and instinctively covered his face with his arm. This subconscious action already exposed the man's cowardly and weak-willed nature.

Zhang Mo looked Ouyang Yuanzhong up and down, then chuckled after a moment: "Don't be scared, I'm not planning to beat you up. I just need to go to the restroom. After all, this is a big deal, so I need five minutes to think about it, right?"

Ouyang Yuanzhong was taken aback for a moment, then a confident smile returned to his face. With a very domineering CEO-like gesture, he waved his hand and deliberately pretended to casually show off the million-dollar watch on his wrist, saying, "Woman, I'll give you three minutes at most."

Zhang Mo: "Heh."

In fact, Zhang Mo didn't go to the restroom at all; instead, she took the elevator back to her room.

The male ghost drifted along behind her, mentally calculating the time, growing increasingly anxious: "Three minutes are almost up!"

Zhang Mo calmly swiped open the door and sat down on the sofa: "So, I should really hide in the bathroom now, and then let passersby see me talking to thin air and think I'm crazy?"

The male ghost said worriedly, "But...didn't he just say he'd only give me three minutes at most...?"

Zhang Mo scoffed: "You want to listen to his arrogance? Look at him, he's like a toad, he didn't want to leave even after waiting for three hours."

Male ghost: "......"

Zhang Mo opened a bottle of Perrier for herself, took a sip, and leaned back in the soft sofa: "Alright, hurry up, first shake up the mush in your head, and then start your story."