Chapter 132

Young Man: “…”

He glared at Chuzheng.

Chuzheng looked back at him with a stern face.

What are you looking at!

Just filing a complaint!

What’s the problem!

I did pay my taxes!

The Ghost Envoy took out a notebook, swiftly wrote something down, tore it out, and handed it to the Young Man, “This is the compensation payment. Please go to the Underworld Office to pay it as soon as possible. A late fee will be charged if it’s overdue.”

Chuzheng: “…”

Damn it!

Is the Underworld Office always this upscale and classy?

“Do the two Heavenly Masters have any other business?”

The Young Man holding the notice, looked at Chuzheng and the Ghost Envoy in confusion.

Something’s not right here!!

He sought help from the Old Taoist Priest, “Master…”

“Let’s go.” The Old Taoist Priest gave Xia Han a deep look and led the unwilling Young Man away.

“After the compensation payment is processed, we will transfer it to Miss Chuzheng’s account,” the Ghost Envoy said in conclusion. “However, a certain service fee will be deducted. You have no objections, Miss Chuzheng, do you?”

Chuzheng: “…”

No wonder the whole ghost realm is so broke; it’s not without reason.

With a bureaucratic office that’s like a vampire, how could it not be poor?

When the Ghost Envoy left, he glanced at Xia Han, reminding him, “Miss Chuzheng, although there is no problem with you staying with humans, please make sure to keep your distance. If someone gets into an accident because of you, we will also hold you accountable.”

“Hmm.”

“Excellent, I wish you a pleasant life.”

The Ghost Envoy left with a pat on the back and a friendly demeanor.

Xia Han slapped his face, first glanced around the living room, then at Chuzheng—was everything resolved just like that?

“Little Beauty, how did you manage to summon a Ghost Envoy?” Xia Han asked her.

These Ghost Envoys are so arrogant; even when dealing with high-ranking Heavenly Masters, they keep to themselves and show no respect.

Just look at the Old Taoist Priest who got fined just now to understand.

Chuzheng thought for a moment: “…rich?”

Money talks, even with ghosts.

Of course, she believed that a good punch could do the trick too.

Xia Han: “…”

What kind of ‘rich’ are you talking about, human or Underworld?

–

Perhaps realizing that Chuzheng had a ‘murky’ relationship with the Underworld Office, the Old Taoist Priest and Taokong Mountain never bothered Xia Han again.

However, the Young Man wasn’t quite ready to give up and popped up now and then to cause trouble.

Chuzheng taught him a lesson once, which kept him off the mountain for a year and a half, and finally things quieted down.

Should have done this earlier!

Saves a lot of trouble.

–

July 15th.

Chuzheng had long forgotten that she had ever received a letter.

Seeing the official Ghost Envoy standing at her door, Chuzheng was a bit baffled: “I’ve paid my taxes.”

The Ghost Envoy said, “Miss Chuzheng, you have made a contract to fight a duel with the Ghost King. The duel is set to take place in one hour. We are here to escort you. If you miss the time, you will be deemed to have automatically forfeited and will be penalized.”

Because Miss Chuzheng is a major client of the Underworld, they made a special trip to invite her.

Chuzheng: “…”

When! Did I ever! Make a duel contract!

Which damn thing did this!!

What even is the Ghost King!!

Why would I make a duel contract with him!

Are they crazy!

I won’t go!

Chuzheng with a serious face: “Can I pay to not go?”

“It’s possible…” said the Ghost Envoy, “but we still suggest that Miss Chuzheng make the trip.”

“Why?” Even the vampire doesn’t want money!

“Because if the Ghost King Changsheng doesn’t see you, he will definitely come to find you. He is one to… hold grudges.”

Meaning, if you don’t go today, you won’t be left in peace afterwards.

Chuzheng remembered where she had offended the Ghost King.

She had killed a ghost named Jiaojiao.

But so much time had passed—wasn’t this Ghost King a bit… slow in seeking revenge?

During this time, he had sent someone to invite her just once, and after that, there was no further news.

Did he really want to take revenge?

Chuzheng decided to go and see this grudge-holding Ghost King.

“Little Beauty?” Xia Han leaned over the second-floor balcony, “Where are you going?”

“Just out for a bit.” Chuzheng closed the door.

Xia Han’s eyes widened slightly, “You’re not taking me with you?”

“Not taking you.” What’s the point in bringing you to a fight? To be an Oil Bottle?

Chuzheng refused to take Xia Han with her, and Xia Han was utterly dejected.

He flipped over the railing and leaped down.

Chuzheng: “…” Why must the Good Person Card be so foolish!! Haven’t I been good enough to you?!

Chuzheng moved swiftly to catch him, saying with a cold face, “This place is too low, you can’t kill yourself by falling.”

Xia Han wrapped his arms around her, “Who said I was jumping off the building? I knew you would catch me.”

The last sentence was said with great confidence.

Chuzheng was at a loss for words for a moment.

Maybe it’s better to lock him back in.

So annoying.

In front of a dumbfounded Ghost Envoy, Chuzheng carried Xia Han back inside.

Ghost Envoy: “…” Something seemed off.

Chuzheng carried the person back to the bedroom, placed him on the sofa, and locked the windows.

Xia Han: “…”

Xia Han tugged at her, “I want to go with you.”

Chuzheng brushed off his hand, “Don’t make trouble for me, I don’t want to be distracted taking care of you.”

She was being summoned to a fight, not going out to dinner.

To take or not to take!

“You’re going to accept the summon?” Xia Han recalled the letter from last time, “Can’t you just not go? Could you be in danger?”

“Can’t refuse.” Chuzheng rubbed his soft fur, “If we don’t settle it this time, the same issue will pop up again, annoying.”

Xia Han didn’t insist on going anymore, as he knew his own limitations.

“Then be careful, I’ll wait for you to return,” Xia Han looked up, his handsome face filled with seriousness.

The hand Chuzheng was using to rub his head paused momentarily, then slipped down beside her ear.

She leaned down to kiss him on the lips, her tongue prying open his lips and teeth.

After a while, Chuzheng released him, “All right.”

Chuzheng left the house.

Xia Han went to give the door a pull.

It didn’t budge.

Xia Han: “…”

Quite normal.

–

On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the Ghost Gate opens.

Following the Ghost Envoy, Chuzheng arrived at the Ghost Gate, where the inside and outside were overflowing with shades.

All these ghosts, not hurrying to wander the human world and let loose, were instead crowded around the open space in front of the Ghost Gate, constantly buzzing with chatter.

A platform had been erected in the open space, guarded by spirits to keep the ghosts from getting too close, making it seem like a performance.

Sitting on the platform was a male ghost with one leg crossed over the other, a bunny-girl-dressed female ghost massaging his shoulders and beating his legs, appearing quite carefree.

This ghost was Ghost King Changsheng.

There certainly isn’t just one Ghost King in the human world, but Ghost Kings have their territories, and you won’t find two in the same area.

These Ghost Kings can effectively manage many ghosts, saving the Underworld some work.

Thus, the relationship between the Ghost Kings and the Underworld is somewhat delicate—it can be understood as affluent.

Changsheng was the Ghost King of this area.

Hobbies: Young and beautiful female ghosts.

Specialty: Holding grudges.

Changsheng shook his leg very evenly, his gaze sweeping over Chuzheng, “Tsk tsk tsk, I thought you wouldn’t dare come.”

Under the watchful eyes of the ghosts, Chuzheng walked up the steps onto the platform.

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Chuzheng stood firm on the platform.

Changsheng pushed the female ghost off him and slapped the armrest, “You’ve got guts, girl, daring to kill my Jiaojiao!”

Since killing Jiaojiao was done in the presence of many ghosts, it was hard to refute, so Chuzheng asked calmly, “Do you Ghost Kings like wearing green hats?”