American Comics: BOSS Invasion

This touch… it really is a ghost?

Completely different from the ghosts I've seen before, this fatty actually has a distinct physical form. How interesting. Qi Shan chuckled, his figure flashed, and he appeared directly beside the fatty, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up. His other hand was about to deliver another slap.

The fatty hurriedly struggled and shouted, "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I have no malicious intent, I really have no malicious intent!"

Qi Shan paused his hand, tilted his head to look at the fatty, and saw a palm print indented on his round face, distorting his entire face. White smoke kept rising from the top of his head.

Clearly, that casual slap had injured him quite a bit.

"You ghost is too weak. Is there some kind of conspiracy?" Qi Shan scolded.

The fatty cried, "No, really no! I just want to go home!"

"You've already become a ghost, what home are you going back to?"

"I don't want to either!" The fatty spread out his palms, looking utterly miserable.

"Let me tell you the truth. I died peacefully at home about three days ago. In my life, I accumulated virtue and did good deeds, fearing to harm even ants when sweeping the floor, and cherishing moths by covering lamps with gauze.

I thought I had a complete family and surplus wealth, and dying peacefully would be a good thing.

Who knew that when I went to the underworld to report, the judge said my way of dying was wrong."

Qi Shan was amused: "What, there's such a saying?"

The fatty drooped his head, looking unlucky.

Qi Shan said, "Then your temper is big enough. You wanted to kill me just because I saw through you?"

"I told you, I'm a good person who accumulates virtue and does good deeds. Even if I become a ghost, I won't kill people.

I just wanted to knock you unconscious and temporarily borrow your donkey, but I wouldn't harm your life!"

Saying this, the fatty took out a small section of wood heart from his chest, about the thickness of a child's arm and a little over a foot long, and said, "Moreover, I've already prepared a reward. Don't underestimate this piece of wood; it's actually the heartwood of a peach tree, and it's struck by lightning. You don't need me to tell you what that means to you cultivators. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every inch is worth its weight in gold. It's more than enough to trade for your donkey."

"Are you saying that forced buying and selling is justified?"

The fatty said, "Even if it's not right, there's no other way. I only have three days left, and I must die from suffocation within three days, or else I won't be able to enter the underworld.

If I can't pass the judge's checkpoint, how can I line up for reincarnation!"

Qi Shan was a little curious: "Does the underworld really exist in this world?"

"Of course it does, but it exists, but…"

"What do you want to say?"

The fatty smiled bitterly, "I'm about to be under someone else's control, so I shouldn't be saying this, but I've been holding it in my heart for a long time, and your question makes me want to speak my mind.

Although the underworld exists, it's really not very diligent.

The ghost soldiers and judges are just a few, like big cats and small cats. They guard the gates of hell, and it feels like guarding customs, where everyone who enters has to be inspected.

Those who don't meet the standards are all sent back, regardless of the cause of death, the manner of death, or whether their lifespan has not ended. No matter if you have special circumstances, you're not allowed to enter.

You don't know, within a hundred miles around the gates of hell, the density of ghosts is simply appalling.

After I came out, I wanted to find a temporary place to stay, but I couldn't find one, so I could only hide in the dark places of the river during the day and come out at night, squeezing together with the water to barely survive.

Things like mass graves and urns with epitaphs are the most sought-after!"

The corners of Qi Shan's eyes twitched a little: "No wonder there are so many gods, ghosts, and monsters in this world."

Moreover, listening to this administrative style, it feels similar to those officials in the late Ming Dynasty who just sat around and did nothing, drawing salaries for doing nothing.

The fatty said very simply, "Since I've already been discovered, let's have an open and honest chat. This tree heart in my hand is worth at least a hundred taels of gold. I'll give it to you, and you send me to Drunken Town, okay?"

Qi Shan pondered slightly, then smiled and said, "You fatty are quite interesting. I'm really curious, how can a wooden sculpture of a dead person die from suffocation?

Get on, I'll take you to Drunken Town!"

The fatty was a little speechless. His figure suddenly rose from the ground and landed lightly on the donkey's rump.

The fatty's entire body was carved from wood, and his knees couldn't bend, so he stood there stiffly.

Qi Shan turned around and jumped off, standing lazily to the side. He glanced at the fatty, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers. The little donkey immediately stepped forward.

One man and one ghost, walking slowly together.

The fatty was obviously a chatterbox and very talkative. After a brief silence between them, he couldn't help but ask Qi Shan a few unimportant questions, and then began to introduce his family in a torrent of words, such as how virtuous his wife was, how many sons she had given him, and how good his sons were, who had all started their own families.

He said that his family ran a distillery, and the wine-making recipe was passed down from his ancestors. It was thanks to this distillery that his family was able to live a prosperous life.

He wondered if his family had properly inherited the recipe after his death.

Qi Shan spoke to him in a casual manner, not interested in his family affairs, but rather asking a lot about wandering ghosts and the underworld.

In the fatty's words, the underworld was just a vast and desolate space. It was barren, with no grass growing on the ground, and nothing at all.

All the ghosts there had only one goal, which was to reincarnate and be reborn as soon as possible.

And those ghosts in the mortal realm who couldn't enter the underworld and could only become wandering ghosts were actually only a small part.

Speaking of this, Qi Shan conveniently asked about the gathering places of several wandering ghosts, preparing to harvest them in the future.