Chapter 45: Abandonment



Chapter 45: Abandonment

Half an hour ago.

The underworld is shrouded in fog and ghostly lights all year round. It should be a solemn and silent place.

However……

Today, beside the Avenue of Samsara, in front of the door of the Ghost King's private residence on the side of the Ghost Judgement Hall, there was a rare circle of ghosts who were eager to watch the fun and no matter the trouble.

The whispers were mixed with the uncontrollable excitement of eating melons.

The reason is simple, because in front of the gate of the Ghost King's Mansion, which ordinary ghosts avoid as much as possible, a spectacle that is rare in a thousand years is being performed.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound that was not loud but extremely clear, accompanied by a scream, and a figure was "sent" out from the door that symbolized absolute authority in a rather embarrassed manner.

It would be more accurate to say that he was kicked away rather than invited. Although he was not hurt, he lost all his face.

He was a young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with messy short chestnut hair, fair skin and delicate features.

At this moment, he was grinning and looked very angry.

He staggered a few steps, but still couldn't keep his balance, and fell down on the cold and smooth obsidian floor.

After a brief moment of confusion, the boy's anger suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

He raised his head suddenly, pointed at the door, and cursed:

"Fuck you! Ji Yunzhou! You old bastard! You old bastard! Your ancestors for eighteen generations have all been wicked and wicked!"

The sound was so clear and penetrating that it shook the souls of the ghosts watching nearby.

The fire of gossip burns even more vigorously.

Good job!

Call the Ghost King by his name and send him all-round family greetings!

Who is this young man?

So brave!

The young man seemed to feel that cursing was not enough to vent his anger, and he spat viciously in the direction of the door.

Of course, as a soul, there is no actual saliva, but it is extremely insulting.

Then, his demeanor changed. He was so aggressive just now, but in an instant he turned into a poor little person abandoned by a heartless man.

He slapped the ground with his hands and started crying loudly without any warning, tears coming out without warning.

Tears as big as beans fell down, and the scene was so sad that anyone who heard it or saw it would cry...

Well, maybe more of a stunned expression.

“Wow wow wow — this is so unfair! You’re bullying a ghost!”

He cried and complained, his voice was so miserable and gentle:

"Ji Yunzhou! You're so heartless! You're so ruthless! You're taking advantage of me and then denying your responsibility! You're not a good person! Wuuuuuuu~ Why is my life so miserable..."

Abandoned after having sex? Ruthless? Eating everything up?

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding ghosts were suddenly in an uproar!

There is too much information!

What did they hear?

The always cold-hearted, unpredictable and majestic Lord Ghost King?

it turns out……

To do such a thing to such a young man...

Such a heinous thing?

Moreover, Lord Ghost King is actually interested in men/women/anything?

Did you get into a romantic debt and the victim came to you crying and complaining?

This is simply the most explosive news in the underworld this year, no, this millennium!

For a moment, everyone was pointing and talking, and some were even secretly taking out the latest model of mobile phone from the underworld to try to record the scene.

"Oh my, what a sin..."

A ghost carrying a basket of vegetables, who looked like a woman from ancient times, shook her head and sighed:

"He looks like a handsome young man, how come he was bullied like this?"

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect the Ghost King to like this..."

One was wearing a modern suit and tie.

The ghost of a young man who seemed to have died from overwork pushed his non-existent glasses, his eyes flashing with gossip.

"Little brother, stop crying! Tell us what's right and we'll judge for you!" a kind-hearted ghost shouted.

"Yes! I support you in defending your rights! I oppose the oppression of good boys/girls/young ghosts by the powerful!"

Voices of support from unknown sources also joined in.

The crowd gradually became a little "excited", mainly because their curiosity and desire to watch the fun were fully aroused.

Seeing the audience's support, the boy cried even harder, possessed by the spirit of acting, portraying himself as a pure and innocent little white flower who was deceived by the tyrannical ghost king:

"I'm telling you! He wasn't like this in the beginning! He was so gentle before! He obeyed me in everything! He gave me whatever I wanted! And what happened? It hasn't been long? He got tired of me! He got fed up with me! He kicked me out! Wuuwuwu~ Men, oh no, men's mouths are such deceitful things! The ancients never lied to me!"

He was crying his heart out, his acting skills at their peak.

Even Oscar winners can’t act like him!

“Squeak—”

The tightly closed door was opened a crack from the inside.

All the discussions, cheers and cries stopped abruptly.

The ghosts watching seemed to be strangled by the neck at the same time. They all took half a step back and stared at the crack in the door with nervousness and anticipation.

A silent, immense pressure filled the air.

The boy's crying was also paused and choked in his throat. He hiccuped and stared at the door with a guilty look on his face.

A bony, pale, slender hand stretched out from the door and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"Eh? Wait...what are you doing? Let me go! Are you trying to silence me in front of everyone?"

The boy reacted and immediately struggled and shouted, trying to gain the last bit of sympathy.

However, the owner of the hand simply ignored his protest and the crowd of onlookers around him who were almost frozen in time.

With a little force, he dragged the boy sitting on the ground into the door like a chicken.

The door slammed shut again with a loud bang, blocking out all inquiring eyes.

Outside the door, there was dead silence for a moment.

Then……

The discussion broke out with even greater momentum!

"In, in!"

"Oh my god! The Ghost King personally took action to capture him!"

"What's next? What's next? I really want to know what happens inside!"

"If I bet on a stick of incense, wouldn't that young man be so scared that his soul would be torn apart?"

"I don't think so. I didn't feel the Ghost King's action of dragging him in just now. Although it was rough, it seemed... he didn't kill him?"

"Quick! Who's familiar with the ghost messenger from the Judge's secretariat? Find out!"

It was a mess outside the door, but it was a different scene inside.

The young man was dizzy due to the strong force. When he regained his balance, he found himself back in the spacious, luxurious but spooky hall of the Ghost King's Mansion.

The surroundings were filled with a familiar layout, as well as the unique cool and refreshing fragrance of Ji Yunzhou.

And Ji Yunzhou in front of him had a frighteningly dark face.

And his appearance is really...

It was a bit distracting, and even made the boy forget that he had just been cursing and crying outside the door.

This famous Ghost King had a red double ponytail hairstyle and even had two small skull-shaped hairpins on his ears.

That wasn't enough, he was wearing...

It turned out to be an extremely exquisite, black and white classical maid outfit!

Lace, lotus leaf apron, fluffy skirt...

All the same!

However, this outfit, which should have looked sweet and lovely, looked a bit out of place on his tall, straight body with broad shoulders and long legs.

With his handsome face and those deep and dangerous eyes...

Ahem…

He was a little scared!

Ji Yunzhou stared at the culprit in front of him, almost laughing out of anger, with a cold and dangerous arc at the corner of his lips.

He took a step forward, and the shadow cast by his tall figure almost completely covered the boy.

Those cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was low, with a sense of oppression that a storm was about to come:

"What did you say outside?"

Every word hit him like a tiny icy shard. "Huh? You're saying I'm a traitor? You're saying I'm not a good person?"

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