Chapter 139: Chapter 139: 100,000 Crimson-robed Ghosts? The World Is Shocked, Slain by a Single Sword

The audience in Dragon Country was stunned silent.

Some sat in front of their computers, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Others were on the toilet, not snapping out of their shock until their legs had gone completely numb.

Even Gu Yuan’s staunchest supporters—the ones who always believed he was the most badass of all—felt their heads spin!

No one knew if what this Mr. Yu was saying was true or not.

[Holy crap... How come so few people are talking right now?]

[I just shouted out loud and woke up my wife. Now I’m being punished, forced to kneel while I watch this on my phone.]

[Honestly, my mind is a bit blown. Can any of the experts here confirm if this is real?]

[Who could possibly know? This is too unbelievable, even scarier than a Great Evil!]

[Who was it that said he was a mid-tier Evil Star before? Can a mid-tier Evil Star kill a hundred thousand Crimson-robed Ghosts with a single sword strike?]

...

Meanwhile, the foreign viewers were in utter disbelief.

If the story had been that Gu Yuan fearlessly faced the danger, fought a bloody battle to the bitter end, and only destroyed the Holy Nest after paying a heavy price,

then they would have been more willing to believe it.

Heroes are supposed to show up at the last minute and turn the tide. That’s how it always plays out in big-budget popcorn flicks.

But what was this he was saying?

He just casually one-shotted them with a single sword strike?!

That was a hundred thousand Crimson-robed Ghosts!

Even if they were just Resurrection Bodies without the full power of a Crimson-robed Ghost, they were still Crimson-robed Ghosts!

At the beginning of this round of Spooky Matchmaking,

hadn’t the entire world been wild with envy when Megan was matched with a Crimson-robed Ghost, Count Dracula?

I mean, even if it were a hundred thousand pigs!

Killing them all with a single sword strike would be difficult, right?

It’s not like they would just stand there obediently and wait to die!

And striking so hard that magma erupted? That would mean he’d have to have pierced the planet’s crust, right?

Even humanity’s ultimate weapon, the nuclear bomb, can’t break through the Earth’s crust!

And don’t even get me started on the aftershock of a single strike creating an SSS-rank instance!

That’s the absolute highest-tier instance!

An unparalleled instance of a kind humanity has never even witnessed!

The viewers from the Great Cold Country were all complaining to themselves.

[Ah, shibal! This ghost is such a bullshitter!]

[Even a Great Evil probably couldn’t live up to that description, right?]

[’Doomsday’? That’s so lame. I could name my toilet ’Doomsday’ for all it matters.]

[After all that talk, all he did was freeze a bank. He’s probably another one of Gu Yuan’s friends, just like the director of Reincarnation Hospital, deliberately hyping him up.]

[I think so too. ’Nightmare Hunter’? If they’re so strong, how come I haven’t seen any of their mid-tier members?]

[If a mid-tier Evil Star is just a low-level member, then wouldn’t their top-tier members have to be Great Evils?]

...

A short while later, Yun Zhenyue and the others returned to the Fierce Ghost Mall.

But now, none of the Nightmare Hunter members were speaking.

They were all lost in the story Yu Honghui had told.

Every one of them had a newfound perception of their Lord!

Their hearts burned with an even greater desire to meet him just once.

If they could just make their Lord aware of their existence, they felt they could die content!

...

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the mall.

Han Sumei was shivering as she hid in a corner.

She was terrified that a customer might show up.

She was truly afraid of these ghastly customers.

Too many of them were just looking for trouble!

There were the ones who wore an outfit for days before demanding a refund, the ones who stared at her lecherously while demanding she help them change, and the ones who had no money but demanded a ninety percent discount...

If the shopkeeper hadn’t been so easygoing, she was sure she would have been killed several times over from all the trouble they caused.

After all, hadn’t even Megan—who had a Crimson-robed Ghost with her—died because of a customer?

But with time running out, she was still far from having enough money to buy a gift.

The money she’d earned so far was only enough to buy a pair of the cheapest, shoddiest socks or gloves.

’Even with the system’s bonus, a gift like that would probably still be garbage, right?’

But then she thought of Yun Zhenyue, and Han Sumei’s heart was comforted.

’She probably can’t afford a good gift either. Nobody ever goes to that shop, so her commission must be tiny,’

’As long as I’m not in last place, it’s fine.’

Han Sumei murmured to herself, trying to soothe her own anxiety.

She glanced toward the entrance of the shop, a little puzzled.

’I wonder where the shopkeeper went. He’s been gone for so long.’

’What if...’

’I just steal the most expensive dress?’

’Once I’m back in Wansheng District, he’ll never be able to find me.’

’But what if the system says a stolen item doesn’t count as a sincere gift?’

Just as Han Sumei’s heart began to pound, her palms sweating as she prepared to make her move, the ghost shopkeeper walked in, carrying a huge pile of things.

His face was beaming with a smile; he seemed overjoyed.

"Xiaohan, help me put these in the back."

"I’m exhausted. I still have to go to Mr. Meng’s place; there’s a ton of stuff still over there."

There had been too much to carry back from Fushou Bank.

They couldn’t carry it all themselves.

Thankfully, a certain great personage had helped by moving the goods into his personal storage space.

It was all piled up on the first floor now, and he’d probably have to make several more trips!

’Mr. Meng?’

Han Sumei was confused. ’Isn’t that the shop where Yun Zhenyue is staying?’

’Could it be that shop owes my boss a lot of money?’

At this thought, a shadow fell over Han Sumei’s eyes. As she helped take the pile of assorted items, she chimed in, "I know that shop. The quality of their clothes is terrible. Anyone who shops there is just asking for bad luck."

"And that salesgirl, all she knows is how to loaf around. There’s an old saying in Dragon Country, ’Birds of a feather flock together.’ She belongs in a dead-end shop like that, just waiting to die."

"Unlike you, sir. Your tailoring skills are godlike, and you are so benevolent..." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

These words!

Han Sumei felt she had spoken brilliantly!

’She had belittled Yun Zhenyue while flattering the shopkeeper.’

’He must be so pleased to hear that, right?’

But she never expected!

When the normally benevolent shopkeeper heard her words, his smiling face instantly turned to ice.

He turned around.

His icy gaze fell upon the clueless Han Sumei.

An invisible, frigid, and violent aura emanated from his stare!

In that instant!

"You wretched fool!!!"

"What did you just say?"

The shopkeeper roared, violently raising his arm. His hand, like a heavy paddle, cut through the air with a sharp whistle as he viciously slapped it across Han Sumei’s face.

"SLAP!!!"

In that moment!

Han Sumei was utterly stunned.

She collapsed limply to the floor, the items in her arms scattering everywhere.

A searing pain flared across her left cheek; the blow had nearly broken her nose.

The shopkeeper’s eyes were like bottomless pits, churning as if brewing a storm.

The air was thick with an aura that terrified Han Sumei. Her breathing grew heavy, her eyes wide with disbelief. She felt dizzy, as if seeing stars.

"Sir..."

Han Sumei clutched her cheek and looked up at the shopkeeper, feeling utterly wronged.

She couldn’t believe that the man who had always been so good-tempered had just flown into such a rage!

’What was going on?’

’She truly didn’t understand!’

"You think you have the right to insult Mr. Meng?"

The shopkeeper glared at Han Sumei, his fury yet to subside.

He pointed a finger in her face and snarled, "And you dare to insult Mr. Meng’s friend?"

"Don’t you know that even a Crimson-robed Ghost would be killed for such an offense!"

"I was kind enough to take you in, and this is how you repay me? Are you trying to get me killed along with you?"

"Besides, that great personage is the savior of all our shops, the hero who dealt with the bank!"

"You dare to insult her? None of us shopkeepers will stand for it! Now get out! Take your wages for the past few days and get the hell out! I never want to see you again!"

Soon,

a few ghost coins, each with a face value of ten,

were tossed by the ghost shopkeeper in front of the devastated Han Sumei.

Before he could berate her further,

the ghostly owner of the clothing shop next door came running over.

"What are you waiting for? Didn’t we agree on the way back? We need to present gifts to that esteemed lady to make a good impression!"

"I brought my family’s heirloom! Don’t you dare be stingy!"

Hearing what the ghost next door said, the shopkeeper shot a disgusted glance at Han Sumei.

Then he simply threw her out!

He hastily grabbed something from the back of the shop, then slammed the door shut.

"Presenting... gifts?"

Only Han Sumei was left, dazed and wracked with pain.

Clutching the few dozen ghost coins, she crawled to the edge of the second-floor railing.

When she subconsciously looked toward Mengmeng’s shop,

her pupils trembled violently!

A huge crowd of shopkeepers was gathered there, each holding a treasure, all seemingly preparing to offer them to Yun Zhenyue as gifts.

She had been kicked out for no reason,

while Yun Zhenyue was being revered by all the shopkeepers?

Any single one of those treasures would be more than enough to complete the task!

’Why?!’

’Wasn’t Yun Zhenyue supposed to be in last place?’

The stark contrast between them...

Han Sumei couldn’t accept this reality.

Her pupils trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood surged up from her chest and sprayed out!