CHAPTER 550: CHAPTER 287: YOU CALL THIS A GHOST?

"..."

Wenli spoke, and her voice gradually became smaller.

A simple sentence contained a vast amount of information.

The atmosphere around suddenly turned somber.

Shami gently touched Wenli’s face to comfort her.

An entire family gone, how tragic that must be.

"Were they murdered?"

Shami looked at Wenli tenderly, intending to avenge her.

"No. It was the mushrooms. That day, our whole family went to the mountains to gather mushrooms. After drinking the mushroom soup that night, everyone slumped over the dining table. When we woke up again and saw each other, we were already in a spiritual form floating above the table."

"Ah, it was food poisoning, then! I wouldn’t even know how to avenge you for that! You shouldn’t eat mushrooms randomly; even if it’s Mario who eats them, there might be trouble!"

Shami asked what happened next.

Wenli smiled.

"When I returned again, grandpa, grandma, mom, and dad had already disappeared. But according to Ghost Race legends, a vanished ghost will reincarnate as a new life. So I’m very happy to think they are now alive somewhere on the continent."

Shami felt touched, wanted to say something but refrained, and finally patted Wenli’s head.

The optimistic nature of the twin-tailed girl exceeded his imagination.

One person and one ghost continued walking forward, soon reaching a small clearing in the woods.

Here, Shami saw more than thirty strange objects scattered across the forest floor.

Among them were chairs, small statues, folding fans, kites, chainsaws, and even a street lamp.

"The weird things keep increasing, are these all ghosts?" Shami looked at Wenli.

"Yes yes, Lord Shami, these are all the senior ghosts Miss Stacy brought back. Placing these items here creates the illusion of accidental loss. If any passing adventurer out of curiosity picks them up and takes them home, they will open the door to being haunted by ghosts."

"But abandoned things in such a place, no one would want to pick up, right?"

Shami looked around.

"They just look more and more eerie."

Just then, a small Teleportation Gate appeared in the air above the clearing, and a box of video tapes fell from it.

"That was close, that was close, help, this time a human even wanted to do a ghost! Luckily I ran fast, or it would’ve been trouble."

Ghost Stacy, emerging from the video tape, wiped some sweat off.

This was precisely the emergency escape Teleportation Gate Shami had prepared for Stacy, small in size, low in energy consumption, easy to carry.

"Lord Shami? Everyone, this is the Demon Lord!"

Meanwhile, Stacy also spotted Shami and instantly beamed with joy.

Soon after, ghosts started floating up from various items surrounding the clearing.

"Come see the ghost friends I brought back!"

Stacy enthusiastically introduced them to Shami.

In the clearing, over thirty ghosts gradually appeared above the items, greeting each other, making the scene instantly lively.

Stacy led Shami around the clearing, introducing them one by one.

"This is Balance Ghost, a ghost friend I met through a seafood merchant. That crooked seafood dealer often used tricks to short-change on weight, but unbeknownst to him, Balance Ghost always made internal adjustments, ensuring every deal was perfectly weighed, even leaning in the customer’s favor. That merchant is probably still puzzled why he’s making less and less money, huh Balance Ghost, hahaha!"

Video Tape Ghost and Balance Ghost burst out laughing.

Shami gazed sincerely at the balance scale and Balance Ghost before him.

My ghost friend, you are the real hero.

"But this isn’t the duty of a ghost! A ghost that doesn’t scare people, no matter how heroic, can’t really be called a ghost!"

"Don’t worry, Lord Shami."

Stacy led Shami to a toilet.

"This is the Toilet Ghost. In urban legends, aren’t there often stories of someone at home using the bathroom, suddenly getting spooked when a hand reaches out from the toilet to pat their bottom? This is all the handiwork of Mr. Toilet Ghost! As soon as an adventurer takes Toilet Mr. home, they are sure to get a surprise scare in their most relaxed moments, popping their gear along the way!"

Stacy passionately introduced it.

Meanwhile, a hand extended out from the toilet to say hello.

"It really is a bit frightening... but no one would use a pickup skill on an old toilet in the wilderness!"

"Then how about this one? Posing as a dropped loot [Chainsaw], famous for being bloody and violent, is Miss Chainsaw Ghost! With astonishing combat capabilities, they can instantly materialize, convert spiritual energy into electricity, activate the high-speed rotating chainsaw, and control the wielder to slice surrounding humans into pieces, ultimately cutting the host too!"

"Chainsawing people to bits is more horrifying than scary! No wonder there’s a thick scent of blood right away!"

Seeing the floating redhead mature ghost above the chainsaw, Shami couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

"There are also ghosts whose scare tactics aren’t very bloody. Like this one."

With excitement, Stacy led Shami to a tree.

"Indeed, it’s the Raunchy Doll Ghost Uncle! Although it appears as an adult doll as tall as a person, it’s actually a pot-bellied uncle! Imagine, in the deep of night during a heated moment, suddenly realizing the doll in your hands is an uncle; you might want to die!"

Ahead of the tree, the figure of the adult doll, barely covered by leaves, slowly revealed a lazy uncle ghost lying right beside it.

"Miss Stacy, this is the highest compliment to me~"

"Thank you!"

"Lord Shami, I am at your service anytime you need~"

"Shut up..."

Inwardly, Shami was startled by Stacy’s description. Never mind the outer silicone doll and inner uncle soul of the adult doll; anyone would get a shock if a stranger appeared during a private moment.

Momentarily unsure of how to respond to the Raunchy Doll Ghost’s enthusiasm, but not wanting to harm this ghost uncle willing to join the demon clan, Shami quietly walked away.

"Now, is this also a ghost?"

At this moment, Shami’s gaze followed a pillar upward, spotting a street lamp.

A street lamp, here in the forest.

"Indeed! This is a heavyweight ghost senior! Never frightening nobodies, the ones who died under it are many top business people!"

Upon approaching the street lamp, Stacy’s tone and expression became one of respect.

"Greetings, Senior Street Lamp~"

At the sound of the voice, the whole street lamp burst into radiant light, causing the surrounding ghosts to squint.

In the glow, Shami barely made out the elder figure formed of white light slowly spreading his arms.

The light faded as quickly as it came, and the street lamp returned to tranquility.

"Greetings, greetings, we won’t disturb you any longer~"

Stacy spoke gently.

"Alright, Senior Street Lamp greeted us, specifically saying hello to Lord Shami too."

"But I just felt my eyes got flashed!"

"Legend says Senior Street Lamp seems to have a special side job as a sword..." Stacy muttered, introducing.

"Huh? How can that be, this is clearly a street lamp!"

Confused, Shami furrowed his brow, quickly reaching out to touch the street lamp, activating [Demon King’s Insight].

[Name: Kind Hero’s Sword]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Special]

[Sword spirit already present]

[History: Hundreds of years ago, a kind-hearted villager built himself up from nothing, leaving the village and making a stand in the kingdom, founding his own merchant guild, amassing vast wealth. But then, he returned to his hometown and led it to prosperity.

His ambitions didn’t end there. He declared himself a businessman, but never allowed profits to blind him. He mobilized his guild to aid every village in need. Soon, thousands followed his lead to prosperity.

He formed an environmental protection guild, wildlife protection guild, various charitable organizations, returning every penny he earned to the people and nature.

However, later on, his actions were suppressed by peers and rulers, falsely accused of baseless crimes, and hanged underneath a street lamp.]

[Remark: This is a specially-shaped sword shaped like a street lamp, its unique properties enabling effects beyond typical swords.]

[Judgment: The light of the street lamp attracts those with insatiable greed. When they reach it, hands extending from the lamp will hang them upon it.]

[Series: 2/3]