His vulgar language as he spouted nonsense, cornered me against the filing cabinet.

“How about being my girlfriend, huh? I could pull some strings, get you into our university’s graduate program. How about that?!”

How about that, my foot! I grabbed a small cactus from the windowsill and hurled it at his face!

He dodged with a shout, and I quickly ran towards the door.

But I could hardly move, my body nearly falling apart from the torment and I stumbled at the door. Practically handing him the chance to pounce.

“You’re a teacher!” I screamed.

“So what?! I could quit! I don’t need the money! Watching you, a little temptress, in front of me and not having you is a waste! I’ve never seen a woman with a better body than yours—”

He lunged at me, and my scream stuck in my throat.

Then, something bizarre happened—

Like a chicken waiting for slaughter, he suddenly seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, his neck twisted and indented, his face turning purple, eyes bulging, tongue lolling out—

A chill ran down my spine. Was this the ghost? Was he following me?

Was he… rescuing me?

When I came to my senses, the class advisor was dragged backwards, frantically clawing at his own neck, but unable to grasp the invisible hand, instead turning his flesh into a bloody mess.

I ran for my life, forgetting about the elevator, and dashed down from the sixth floor.

Once I burst out of the building, I felt a bone-chilling cold. As I rubbed my arms under the sunlight, several girls nearby suddenly screamed.

They pointed at the building, frantically calling for help. I turned to see, and my heart dropped—

A window on the sixth floor shattered, and the class advisor was squatting on the window ledge in a twisted posture.

He was facing away from the outside, desperately clawing at the broken window, but the glass shattered, slicing his hands into a bloody mess—

In just seconds, he suddenly jerked backward, falling headfirst from the sixth floor.

A thud sounded, a burst of blood splattered on the ground, followed by white brain matter spilling out…

“Ah ah ah—” Screams filled my ears, and two girls fainted on the spot.

My body trembled. It had to be him, it had to be!

He had killed someone. He truly was a malicious ghost!

I stood shaking, when suddenly a voice near my ear asked, “Why are you crying?”

Crying? I wiped my face with my hand and indeed, I was crying from fright.

“You, you… You really are a malevolent ghost… A murderer who will be dragged to hell to be punished,” I croaked.

He casually crossed his arms, towering beside me wearing that fierce mask.

“I set the rules, and besides, I am not a ghost.”

He seemed displeased as he covered my eyes with his hand, “Look closely, see what a ghost looks like.”

His cold hand brushed

over my eyelids, and I blankly watched the “accident” scene.

A tall white hat caught my eye, high and pointed. I followed it down—

A ghastly white face smiled at me.

“Little lady, don’t be ungrateful, our Emperor is not a patient man,” the pale face smiled at me, its blood-red lips curling up in a grotesque smile.

It was the Bai Wuchang!

“Ah—!!” I screamed and backed away!

Can’t the people around me see this?!

“You, you, you are—” I turned to ask him.

But he had disappeared.

Bai Wuchang, holding several ropes, looped an empty chain around the neck of the class advisor’s spirit, leisurely saying, “Ah, if only Old Eight would help, I’m so busy…”

I slapped my face, confirming this was not a dream, not a dream, but a ghostly encounter under the bright day!

Bai Wuchang’s smile was terrifying, his sinister, triangular eyes squinting, his blood-red lips and slightly protruding tongue looked as if they were licking blood.

What kind of being was he, and if he was a malevolent ghost, why wasn’t he afraid of Bai Wuchang?

I ran home like a madwoman, locking myself in my room, determined to find out who he really was!

At midnight, he appeared in my room right on time.

Still wearing that cold mask, still so… brutal.

“What did that woman say today, hmm?” His tone was mocking, his actions utterly merciless.

“Big breasts, perky butt, a tiny waist in between?” He repeated the mocking words of Song Wei.

His tone was derisive, and his actions didn’t pause for a moment, completely disregarding my feelings.

“You’d better learn to protect yourself. If another man touches you, I’ll make your life worse than death,” he warned nonchalantly.

I gritted my teeth through the initial painful harshness, tremblingly asked, “Who are you, really? Even if you’re going to kill me, let me die knowing why.”

“What do you want to understand?” he scoffed. “Isn’t your Mu family known for straddling the line between yin and yang? How can they have a daughter who knows nothing?”

“Yes…” I said bitterly. “I know nothing, from birth I was destined to be a sacrifice to you! How could I know, being raised just to be with a ghost—”

To make love?

Is this what making love is supposed to be? Pain, bleeding, bruises, and humiliation—is this love?

I bit my lip, unable to utter the word.

His merciless actions paused slightly, his cold fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face: “Just remember, you are my wife in this ghost marriage, and you’ll stay with me until death…”

Until death.

Death.

Today, he didn’t disappear right away but instead gently lifted the blood jade ring around my neck.

“Although this color looks nice jumping against your chest, I’d rather you obediently wear it on your finger… Don’t make me say it twice.”