I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 455 - 188 Worse Than Me, Share (5k)

The evil ghost with charred claws looked greedily at Chen Qimo’s departing back, then only when he sensed someone approaching did he quietly sink into the ground and vanish.

The city’s sprawling network of underground sewers aren’t just a paradise for rats and cockroaches; these evil ghosts are huge fans, too.

At the very least, the Scorching Sun Department folks rarely chase anyone down into the sewers, and, down there, it’s hard for those people to use their powers to the fullest.

The evil ghost slipped through the underground passageways, quickly following the sewers out to a rundown house in the suburbs.

Waiting there were a Fierce Ghost in a red dress, her face covered in a bushy goatee, and a Water Ghost soaking in the old bathtub.

"No one noticed you, right?" the Red Skirt Ghost asked.

"Nah, it’s a small town like this—Scorching Sun’s lapdogs are few and far between," the green-faced, fanged evil ghost replied offhandedly.

"So, did you find anything?"

"It ain’t that easy." The evil ghost dragged over a chair and sat in a damp, cold corner. He closed his eyes and said nothing else.

No way he’d tell the others that he’d found an absolute prime target.

Someone who should be dead, but is still alive.

An extraordinarily rare, perfect vessel—there’s no way the evil ghost would tip off the other ghosts.

Shame that little girl has some serious Yang energy blessing around her for some reason. He didn’t dare make a move. If he messed up and caused trouble, he’d definitely be doomed.

The Scorching Sun Department’s reputation—whether they’d heard it before or not, they definitely know it now.

Everyone knows if there’s trouble, they’ll drop the hammer. Especially if someone dies—the priority level jumps up several notches instantly.

For little ghosts like them, if they’re put at that level of priority, they’re basically dead already.

Ghosts don’t want to die either—the more spiritually aware they are, the more they dread dying. ’Cause for ghosts, death means total obliteration—soul scattered to the winds.

At least, among ghosts, rumor has it there’s a difference between fading away and total obliteration. What the difference is, nobody actually knows for sure.

Anyway, these days, any ghost with half a brain, not mad, and not consumed by obsessions, is keeping their head down. Mostly ’cause they’ve been scared shitless.

That "second phase of Spiritual Qi Resurgence" the Scorching Sun talks about—they actually glossed over Virtue City entirely.

But Virtue City was really ground zero for the first big breakout—a natural crossing, a built-in avenue, and seriously stable, too.

But that place is just way too terrifying for ghosts.

That first big wave—before anything even started, they were crushed. And crushed really bad.

Fusang’s Night Parade of Hundred Demons probably can’t even gather a couple hundred actual evil ghosts—odds are, most of them are just extras tagging along for the show.

But in the north of Virtue City, just counting those evil ghosts already dead, the tally’s already close to two hundred.

The whole area’s been marked as a forbidden zone among the ghosts. The story’s spread like wildfire: that glaring intersection, that unshakable crossing, has become the infamous road of death.

And there are even rumors among ghosts that the evil ghost trinkets hung from the streetlights over there have nothing to do with the Scorching Sun Department.

The Scorching Sun folks did want to clean it up, but even they got knocked down hard. After that, they pulled out and never bothered again.

Now, ghosts are even more scared.

At least if you land in the Scorching Sun’s hands, they play by rules—not every ghost gets blasted into oblivion.

No wonder they all felt before that it was crazy, hanging evil ghosts on streetlights like that—it’s just not the Scorching Sun way of doing things.

No matter how nuts the rumors sound, if you go anywhere near there at night, and take even a distant look, you’ll believe every single crazy word of those rumors.

Anyway, law and order in Virtue City is tip-top these days. Feng Yao barely stays in town anymore—always leading people off to tend to business elsewhere.

Even the West River nearby—it’s been ages since anyone drowned there.

The ghosts showing up in other places lately have all been pretty quiet too.

Even those who’re thinking of making a move, are doing so with extreme caution, terrified of getting caught.

A day slipped by. After nightfall, in that dilapidated house, the Green-faced Evil Spirit and the Red Skirt Ghost both got ready to head out hunting for food and opportunity.

Meanwhile, the Water Ghost sprawled like a pile of sludge in the bathtub, soaking in greenish water, not moving an inch.

The Red Skirt Ghost asked,

"You’re not heading out?"

"Nah. Around here the river’s higher than the ground, and in this freezing weather, who the hell is going swimming? I’d rather just lie here."

"Aren’t you hungry?"

"Did you forget? I’m a Water Ghost—I’m not the same type as you two."

The Red Skirt Ghost looked a bit envious. Must be nice to be a Water Ghost—never getting hungry. The rest of them have to sneak around and hunt for bits of Yang energy.

Sure, starvation isn’t fatal, but after a while, you get weak, and your power drops.

The Red Skirt Ghost and the Green-faced Evil Spirit went out, splitting up and heading in different directions.

The evil ghost kept searching for the little girl he’d spotted that morning. He’d been fixated on it all day—he needed to pin down her whereabouts first.

Meanwhile, the Red Skirt Ghost headed the other way to hunt.

This side is near the town’s entertainment street—a busy spot at night, always full of drunks. Siphoning off a drunkard’s Yang energy is the least risky move.

When they wake up tomorrow aching and weak, maybe with a cold coming on, they always blame themselves. It’s perfect.

The Red Skirt Ghost, goatee and all, drifted along the alleyways, floating through the city. In a town like this, even if there’s the odd surveillance camera, there’s no way it’s the kind that can catch a ghost on tape.