"I'm such a clever imp!"

Zhang Di looked at the ashes of the three burnt to a crisp paper machines with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Grandpa, I've burnt the money-printing machine for you. From now on, you can print as much money as you want. Please stop visiting my dreams."

As the sun was setting, Zhang Di quickened his pace to leave, managing to return home before it got dark.

This old house was the only property that Grandpa Zhang Kui'an left for Zhang Di, and it was currently Zhang Di's only source of income.

Although the three-bedroom house was old, it was clean and spacious inside. Zhang Di lived in a secondary bedroom and rented out the main bedroom.

The monthly rent of one thousand yuan was enough for Zhang Di to support himself.

Moreover, his tenant was a pretty lady, a midnight host on the Douyin platform.

She wasn't the kind of host who twirled her waist and shook her legs, but the type who enjoys adventuring out at night for gaining followers.

The most popular category currently was the midnight adventure hosts.

This world was unique, every night some ghouls and ghosts would come out, causing casualties or disappearances almost every day.

There were two types of people out at night often.

The first kind was night walkers, which can be understood as professional ghost catchers, these people generally had special abilities to deal with ghosts.

The second kind was the adventure hosts. People who, for gaining followers, would risk their lives for thrilling experiences.

He arrived home, and it was very quiet.

Clearly, Jiang Youning has gone on another one of her suicidal missions, as always leaving a note on the table.

【I'm going out for live streaming, food's in the fridge, heat it up!】

Zhang Di skillfully tossed the note into the trash bin, heated up the leftovers, and once finished, threw himself on the bed.

Out like a light.

Maybe it was because old man Zhang Kui'an had received the three money-printing machines that Zhang Di had burnt for him, that he didn't visit in a dream this time.

However, Zhang Di still found himself jolted awake in the middle of the night.

Not by a nightmare, but by a mysterious voice in his mind, like a synthesized, adorable girl's voice.

【Ding! Ghost sighting, passive abilities triggered, Emotion Master System activated.】

"What... what the hell?"

Zhang Di snapped wide awake, his eyes opened wide in disbelief.

Was he... hallucinating?

The very next second, the familiar voice resounded yet again.

【Ghost detected: 2 ghosts.

Ghost strength assessment: Late-stage Ghost King.

Ghost strength assessment: Late-stage Ghost King.】

"Best combat plan: Run away.

Survival probability: 0!"

Zhang Di's mouth twitched, and instantaneously, his vision turned dark and a cold shiver ran down his spine, pulling a face uglier than crying.

"Holy crap… Did I just encounter a ghost?"

"And what? It’s even a couple of ghost king level spectres?"

No wonder the survival rate is zero.

Zhang Di's heart suddenly dropped.

No, no, no. Since the system has chosen me, there's no way it would just watch me get killed by ghosts of the king level.

Before Zhang Di could be pleased, the system's words brought about despair.

"Ding! Due to the overpowering strength of the ghost, the host's survival probability may be zero. This system is ready to select the next host at any moment!"

"……"

This system is not human, but it sure acts like a heartless creature.

"You’re awake!"

A chilling voice caused Zhang Di's hair to stand on end.

Now, there were two women at the doorway.

No, strictly speaking, they are two female ghosts.

Huh, these two ghouls... don't seem so scary.

Moreover, both are particularly good-looking.

Encountering a king-level ghost, whether alive or dead, Zhang Di surprisingly didn't panic but bravely scrutinized these two female ghosts.

Each one was as exquisite as a painting, resembling celestial beings. Only their complexion was too pale, whiter than my grandfather two months after he died.

They were dressed in ancient clothing, their long hair and skirt belts floated gracefully, reminiscent of Little Dragon Lady and Li Mochou from “The Return of the Condor Heroes”.

They seemed gentle yet charming, stunningly frail, with icy skin that was distinctly clear, their muted elegance truly tempting to everyone.

The purplish-dressed female ghost, whose face had a hint of a flirtatious demeanor, admired Zhang Di, "You are rather smart, worthy of being the eldest grandson of the great leader."

Zhang Di was puzzled. The eldest grandson of the great leader?

What does that mean?

The other ghost, a woman in white, appeared somewhat aloof. Even so, her eyes flickered with a hunger similar to a prowling wolf's.

The white-garbed female ghost smirked, "Not just smart, also very handsome. My kind of ideal type."

With that, the white-clothed ghost subtly licked her moistened lips.

The way she looked at Zhang Di, as if he were a piece of prey, sent chills down his spine.

The purple-dressed ghost glanced at the white-clothed ghost disapprovingly, "It's clear that he's my type! I'd advise you not to compete with me!"

The ghost in white instantly scowled, "What do you mean by not vying with you? The 'Young Marshal' is clearly mine!"

"Hm, yours? He is mine!"

Both the cloaked figure in purple and the ghost in white were standing toe-to-toe, weapons drawn. Under the collision of their penetrating gazes, a eerie, menacing aura pervaded the surroundings.

A layer of frost began to spread outwards, centred around them.

It was a biting cold, gnawing to the bones, making Zhang Di feel an intrusive chill, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

"You…," Zhang Di, flabbergasted, said, "What do both of you mean? What's this about a 'Marshal' and 'Young Marshal'?"

"What's this 'yours' and 'mine'? What on earth are you planning?"

Only then did the person in purple and the ghost in white rein in their menacing presence.

"Hmph!"

Both ghosts simultaneously let out a cold snort.

In an instant, the ghost in white floated before Zhang Di, her gaze searing, "Are you called Zhang Di? Is your grandfather named Zhang Kui'an?"

Zhang Di's face was filled with shock, "How do you know?"

The ghost in white extended her delicate jade-like finger, lifted Zhang Di's chin, smiled faintly, and said, "My name is Shen Xiaowan, your grandfather arranged for me to be your wife!"

"I……" Zhang Di's mouth gaped open, his mind buzzing.

The ghost in purple too, floated over in an instant. She swatted away Shen Xiaowan's jade arm, her eyes ablaze, fixated on Zhang Di.

"Don't listen to her, my name is Han Ruoyun, I am the bride your grandfather has chosen for you!"

"Han Ruoyun, how shameless you are! It's clear that I am the one!"

"Shen Xiaowan, you're the shameless one. I'm the bride General has found for the young marshal. You're merely a servant arranged to teach the young marshal to burn joss papers!"

"You filthy slut, are you looking for a fight?"

"Bitch, do you think I'm scared of you?"

Sparks with lightning, once again the atmosphere is tense.

Zhang Di is in a total mess.

Caught in the middle, an insidious chill caused him to shiver all over, his lips turned purple, and frost crawled over his hair and eyebrows.

While he was shivering one side and chattering his teeth on the other, Zhang Di stuttered, "I say, have any of you considered my feelings?"

Hearing his voice, both women turned to look at Zhang Di who had nearly frozen into an ice sculpture. Simultaneously, they took two steps back and retracted their divine powers.

At the same time, both of them cast apologetic eyes in his direction.

Taking the opportunity, Zhang Di covered himself with a blanket for warmth. He looked at one, then the other, completely dumbfounded.

What in the world was happening?