Chapter 142 The Specter That Should Never Have Been Born

There must be something demonic when things go awry!

Master Feng, the fierce ghost who had just been so aggressive, suddenly lost his nerve.

He reined in his terrifying appearance, transforming into a slightly chubby young man. Hovering in the air, he asked the relatively sober Fu Yang, "Aren't you afraid of me? Why aren't you afraid of me? How could you possibly not be afraid of me? I'm no ordinary fierce ghost! No fewer than twenty people have died at my hands!"

A murderous glint flashed in Master Feng's eyes as he questioned Fu Yang with bitter reluctance.

From this alone, it was easy to see that this fellow was actually a comical ghost...

Fu Yang burst out laughing.

"Did you not hear clearly what I said just now? I know you're not a low-level fierce ghost, a ghost spectre. You're a ghost soldier. Do you know who we are?"

Master Feng was taken aback.

He completely failed to sense the presence of spiritual power from the people before him.

Either the other party was an ordinary person, or else... the other party's strength far, far exceeded his own!

"Could you possibly be... some kind of high-ranking master of the Taoist sect?"

Master Feng grew somewhat uneasy, yet he felt it would be humiliating to simply flee like this.

Before Fu Yang had his fill of toying with this chubby ghost soldier, Master Bear—who was dizzy and hazy from the aftereffects of the alcohol—began to clamor over there, "Drink! I want to drink more! And I want ten beauties to accompany me. Grandpa once had a title known as the Ten-Man-Slayer of the Night! Let me ask you, brat, are you scared or not?"

*Slap, slap, slap!*

Vici, standing beside them, raised her hand and delivered three sharp slaps to this chubby creature's head, instantly knocking it dizzy and muddled. It sat squarely on the ground with its two furry paws clutched against its chest, staring blankly with unseeing eyes.

Master Feng's expression shifted drastically!

Even his voice changed pitch.

"This... a monster that can speak?! What kind of terrifying existence is this?"

Just like many others who met Master Bear for the first time, he assumed this fellow was an entity of unfathomable and terrifying power.

Fu Yang, however, felt somewhat awkward. He had originally wanted to put on airs, tease the fierce ghost for a bit, and then reveal his strength—comparable to a First-Rank Real Person—to achieve the dramatic twist of playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Little did he expect that this fellow, Master Bear, would scramble to steal the spotlight even when completely drunk!

"Damn it! I must make sure to bully that soft belly of this dead fat cat thoroughly when we get back."

Since this fierce ghost was already frightened out of its wits, Fu Yang lost the mood to continue playing. He directly unleashed his powerful spiritual fluctuations, and in an instant, the ghost soldier was scared out of its mind!

"A... a Real Person!"

The fierce ghost who called himself Master Feng let out a miserable cry, hastily dropping from the air to the ground. He fell to his knees, kowtowing incessantly and loudly begging for mercy.

"I was blind and failed to recognize a towering master! Please, Real Person, spare this humble ghost's life! I have never done any bad things, nor have I ever harmed a single good person. The only two people I killed were underworld thugs who truly deserved their extreme punishment!"

Fu Yang had long since secretly observed it using the Evil-Observing Technique and indeed found no massive sins recorded against it; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered to playfully tease the fierce ghost and would have instead executed it on the spot with thunderous methods!

"You indeed do not deserve to die. But fierce ghosts are unnatural existences to begin with; shouldn't I send you off to the Underworld to be reincarnated anyway?"

Fu Yang looked at him with a smiling expression, his eyes playful. The chubby fierce ghost's expression changed dramatically, and he began to plead repeatedly, clearly reluctant to go to the netherworld as he wished to linger in the mortal realm for a few more years.

"When I was alive, I was always bullied, lived a cowardly and miserable life, and was never happy at all. Who would have known that after dying, I would be provided with the finest food and drink, and even underworld bosses would treat me with absolute respect? I simply haven't had enough of this yet... Real Person, considering that we are alumni, please show some mercy!"

This fellow cried a river of snot and tears, kowtowing a few more times as he spoke.

Whether through some special effect or not, it actually produced loud *thud-thud-thud* sounds.

Uh...

Fu Yang had never imagined that someone could actually become addicted to being a fierce ghost and refuse to go to the netherworld for reincarnation.

"Wait! Did you say we are alumni? You were also a student at Jiangcheng University when you were alive?"

"Yes!"

Master Feng raised his head and looked at him pitifully, saying, "I noticed the school badge pinned to the Real Person's cuff. You must have come out in such a rush that you forgot to take it off."

Ah... this was truly a bit pathetic. Fu Yang blushed slightly, having indeed forgotten to remove his school badge.

He pinched his chin, deep in thought.

If this Master Feng had merely been an ordinary student during his lifetime, and one with a weak and cowardly personality at that, logic dictated he wouldn't meet the conditions required to become a fierce ghost.

Yet, somehow, he had become a fierce ghost! And a rather formidable ghost soldier at that.

Fu Yang's intuition told him that something here might be slightly amiss...

He furrowed his brows.

"Then how on earth did you become a fierce ghost? Could it be that you died a tragic death and your lingering resentment refused to disperse?"

Master Feng shook his head.

"No. I accidentally slipped and fell to my death; there wasn't any profound grievance."

There was a problem!

Fu Yang's heart skipped a beat.

The ghost soldier before him did not meet even a single condition for becoming a fierce ghost. Hidden within this matter must be some significant and deeply buried secret.

"Tell me quickly, how exactly did you die? Where did you die? Could it be..."

Fu Yang's expression shifted, as if he had vaguely grasped the outline of something and was drawing close to a crucial truth.

As if telepathically linked, the fierce ghost trembled all over as well, a flash of terror darting through his eyes. The fat on his face even quivered as if he were still a living person...

"I... I died inside the logging farm at Jiangcheng University..."

Just as expected!

Fu Yang's heart shook violently as he heard an answer that matched his own conjecture precisely!

Only something connected to that bizarre and terrifying logging farm at Jiangcheng University could create a fierce ghost at the realm of a ghost soldier under circumstances that completely defied logic!

"Quickly tell me everything you saw, heard, and every single detail from the moment of your death, to turning into a fierce ghost, up until now... recount the whole process completely. Perhaps I might still consider your request to linger in the mortal realm for a few more years."

Fu Yang's voice carried a sense of anxious urgency, intertwined with excitement and anticipation. His intuition told him that this was likely a major breakthrough regarding the logging farm incident!

The fierce ghost called Master Feng hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and decided to tell Fu Yang everything. After all, a Real Person should surely keep their word, right?

As it turned out, the fierce ghost who called himself Master Feng was named Feng Shu when he was alive, and he had been a junior student majoring in civil engineering at Jiangcheng University, entering the school two years earlier than Fu Yang.

Because of his cowardly nature and reclusive personality, he had very few friends. His relationship with his dormmates was also mediocre, making him the kind of person completely lacking in presence...

Once, due to a trivial matter, he had a conflict with his dormmates and even got beaten up. Feeling utterly aggrieved and with nowhere to vent, he ran off alone to the logging farm to blow off steam and clear his head.

As he walked, he discovered an abandoned wooden watchtower deep within the logging farm. Driven by curiosity, he decided to climb up to take a look...

This logging farm at Jiangcheng University was vast in scale, resembling a miniature primeval forest. During the scorching summer months, the vegetation became dry and prone to fires, which necessitated forest rangers to keep a constant watch.

However, after the year 2000, due to advancements in technology, the position of forest ranger was abolished, and the wooden watchtowers were left abandoned one by one within the logging farm...