You seem like fake NPCs.

But Chen Sheng soon found out.

He was quite surprised—and even a little delighted—to learn that ghosts were categorized as “Living” and “Fierce.” He thought the designers of this healing game had really put effort into creating such a novel setting.

Living ghosts have strict conditions under which they can harm people. If you do not trigger these conditions, such ghosts cannot attack you, even if you dance on their graves. Of course, if the ghost’s harming conditions involve something connected to the grave, that’s another matter.

Fierce ghosts, on the other hand, are like wild beasts unleashed after a long starvation, utterly reckless and unpredictable when it comes to harming people.

In summary: one is passive, the other is active.

“So, that corpse ghost who came to report the case that night—was it trying to get me to trigger its harming conditions?” Chen Sheng realized belatedly.

He was convinced this was part of some healing game, and soon began to fill in the blanks himself, his imagination running wild: “If I had triggered the ghost’s harming conditions, there would probably have been an extended game storyline and accompanying missions. And those missions would most likely be upgrade quests!”

At this thought, Chen Sheng felt a pang of regret.

So this was why he’d been stuck in place, unable to level up, and had been saddled with a slew of frustrating tasks!

He silently raised his middle finger in his heart.

“Damn game designers!”

Someone had to take the blame, and it certainly shouldn’t be him—he’d look foolish, or worse, as if he had some strange hobby. So, naturally, the blame fell on the game’s designers!

You have to learn to love yourself!

Though his mind was in turmoil, Chen Sheng’s face remained impassive. He turned naturally and glanced at the headless girl crouching in the corner, at some point having run over there: “What about that Black-Faced Warden, which category does he fall under?”

“I don’t know much about vengeful spirits,” the headless girl admitted, claiming she was just a weakling and that such high-level topics were beyond her.

So Chen Sheng turned to his “companion.”

The little ghost girl caught his look and answered without hesitation: “Vengeful spirits are just more powerful and possess special traits.”

Chen Sheng had expected a lengthy explanation, but it was summed up in a single sentence. He was dumbfounded: “That’s it?”

“That’s it!” The little ghost girl clapped her hands, speaking righteously. Her answer was the most direct summary of vengeful spirits—just missing a universe of details at her fingertips!

But details, really, are not important!

After all, she could barely handle arithmetic beyond ten fingers, let alone those complicated rituals for vengeful spirits that made her head ache just to look at.

Chen Sheng nodded, then voiced his doubt: “Elsewhere, fierce ghosts are common, and living ghosts rare. In Upper Sanjiang City, fierce ghosts hardly appear. Logically, living ghosts pose much less threat than fierce ones, so why does the Black-Faced Warden periodically purge this place?”

“Do I look like someone who knows?” The little ghost girl tilted her face up at Chen Sheng.

“Mm-hmm.” The headless girl in the corner quickly chimed in.

Chen Sheng: “……”

You two are like fake game NPCs! How can you not know even this!

He grumbled inwardly and felt like rolling his eyes.

“Weren’t you trying to find out who put a bounty on you? Why don’t you ask about that big shot?” the little ghost girl interjected at just the right moment.

Chen Sheng was confused. Did he really need to ask?

The moment he heard “big shot,” he knew what kind of plot this was!

It was just the identity he’d inherited—the past arranged by the healing game for the player, “Chen Absolute,” who, before being sent to Upper Sanjiang City, managed to offend someone in a spectacularly melodramatic way!

Then, at a certain point in time, this big shot would come to deliver the kill…

“Should I ask?” Chen Sheng asked directly.

“Shouldn’t you?” The little ghost girl was astonished—her rebellious disciple’s thinking was truly unique.

Chen Sheng pondered her words.

He suspected this was a specific game plot, so he tried asking: “Then, should I ask?”

“Of course!” The little ghost girl nodded eagerly, finally able to show off her skills and let her disciple witness her abilities!

Once he realized her value, surely he’d respect his teacher… or at least give her a little face?

She couldn’t keep being treated like a radish pulled from the ground—if word got out, she’d lose face as a ghost!

“Hurry and ask! What do you want to know?” The little ghost girl was full of enthusiasm.

“How many hairs does that big shot have?”

The little ghost girl: “……”

She stared at Chen Sheng, but saw only the seriousness on his face, as if the question wasn’t a joke.

Chen Sheng, seeing her dazed expression, thought for a moment and changed the question: “What did the big shot’s ancestors do for eighteen generations?”

The little ghost girl: “……”

Damn it—

You—

The little ghost girl erupted internally, cursing like a first-rate telegraph operator.

Is that even a question a normal person would ask?

That’s your enemy!

Why do you care how many hairs your enemy has?

What business is it of yours what your enemy’s ancestors did for eighteen generations? Does it have anything to do with your hatred?

Chen Sheng, seeing the ghost girl’s blank look, cleared his throat and explained: “The number of hairs is directly related to a person’s living conditions and environment. If this person lives comfortably, free of pressure, surrounded by beauty, their hair will naturally be well cared for.”

“And if the big shot’s ancestors were all prominent figures or wielded real power locally, it means their connections are formidable—a deep-rooted family. If you want to make a move against them, you’d better be prepared for the worst consequences. Or consider whether you have any chance of wiping out their entire clan!”

When he finished, he noticed the ghost girl was still dazed.

“What’s wrong?” Chen Sheng casually picked up the little ghost girl and shook her twice.

Finally snapping out of it, the ghost girl forgot she was being held and exclaimed, “So those two questions actually have such deep meaning? Being human is really complicated!”

“So can you answer them now?” Chen Sheng asked.

“Give me a moment!”

The little ghost girl was full of energy again. Though the questions were difficult, who was she?

She was once the “Landlady” of the Underworld!

If not for a strange and sudden fire that destroyed her “foundation” in the underworld and gave her enemies an opening, she would have owned a street’s worth of “half” vengeful spirits!