The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 20
Chapter 20: Please Purchase a Ticket
[“What on earth is this strange creature? Why do buttocks grow on its face?”]
[“Ugh, I beg for a pair of eyes that haven’t seen this.”]
[“This is too disgusting. I suspect this ghost has its butt and face switched (crying gif).”]
[“You, little village girl, better keep your distance, or someone might fart on your face.”]
“Are you a new driver?”
The holes on the buttock-faced ghost’s face opened and closed, emitting a sharp and ear-piercing voice.
Qing Li turned her face away, fearing that, as the audience had suggested, she might let out a fart.
“Of course, I have a license.” Qing Li showed off her female driver’s license.
The buttock-faced ghost’s face moved closer, its featureless visage seemingly staring at the driver’s license. He dragged his body into the carriage and was about to find a seat when Qing Li suddenly spoke, “Sir, you haven’t bought a ticket yet?”
“Buy a ticket?” The buttock-faced ghost’s voice was cold, with a hint of mockery.
This human actually wanted him to buy a ticket?
“Buying a ticket when taking the train is only natural. Judging by your ghostly appearance, could it be that you don’t have the money and want to ride for free?” Qing Li furrowed her delicate eyebrows and gave him a hostile look.
The buttock-faced ghost’s face showed no expression, but he emitted waves of black energy, instantly filling the carriage with a foul odor.
Qing Li pinched her nose with disgust and straightforwardly asked, “Did you just fart?”
This sentence hit a nerve with the buttock-faced ghost.
He despised it when people made fun of his face looking like buttocks, so words related to farting and feces were his weaknesses.
“Say that again?” His sharp voice trembled, clearly indicating his anger.
Qing Li looked at him sympathetically and said, “Such a pity, a ghost without ears can’t even hear clearly.”
In her hand, a large megaphone appeared out of nowhere, and she shouted loudly, “I’m asking if you’re farting~~~”
System-produced, it must be a quality product.
The megaphone’s power was too great, almost deafening the other passengers in the carriage.
Some fearless ghosts whispered to each other.
“It’s so smelly. I’ve had feces in my stomach for 82 years, and it’s not as smelly as this.”
“I’ve been dead for 100 years, my body is rotting and full of maggots, and it’s still not as smelly as this.”
“If it’s so smelly, why didn’t you take a taxi instead of riding the bus?”
“Yeah, can you get off the bus? Do you know you’re affecting public safety?”
The Chrysanthemum Ghost blushed as it listened to the accusations from other ghosts.
The audience in the livestream was also surprised. They didn’t expect that even in the world of ghosts, there would be a hierarchy of disdain.
Clearly, the Chrysanthemum Ghost was the least popular.
“Die for me—”
The agitated Chrysanthemum Ghost let out a piercing roar. The holes on his face opened, revealing rows of sharp teeth inside. He extended a crimson, long tongue covered in transparent saliva, which dripped onto the bus and had a corrosive effect.
“If you dare to damage my bus, let me tell you, you won’t be able to get off without compensating for the repair costs.”
Seeing her bus being damaged, Qing Li’s little face frowned, and she unceremoniously threw a Palm Thunder at the Chrysanthemum Ghost’s face.
“Boom—”
The Chrysanthemum Ghost clearly didn’t expect Qing Li to make this move and took the blow head-on.
The power of thunder was the power of utmost Yang, most effective against demonic and evil spirits.
The Chrysanthemum Ghost was left scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, its layers of sharp teeth crooked and some even shattered.
“I was wrong, I’ll pay, spare me…”
The Chrysanthemum Ghost crawled on the ground, his speech unclear.
If he had eyes, they would surely be brimming with tears.
Who attacks with their full power from the start?
Truly lacking in sportsmanship.
“It would have been better if you had done this earlier, instead of resorting to violence,” Qing Li said with a smile in the blink of an eye.
The Chrysanthemum Ghost, tender on the outside and tender on the inside, bit his damaged teeth and then tore off his arm, throwing it to Qing Li.
Qing Li blinked, a bit puzzled.
The system reminded her, “In the horrifying world, the way to trade with ghosts is to use their body, blood, and organs. The higher the level of the ghost, the more valuable it is.”
“I see,” Qing Li said, curling her lips slowly.
She was a cultivator, nurturing her body with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, advancing her cultivation. However, in the horrifying world, there was only Yin energy and ghostly power.
For ordinary cultivators, practicing with ghostly power would easily lead them down an evil path and subject them to heavenly tribulations.
But Qing Li had previously practiced a technique that allowed her to absorb ghostly power and convert it into spiritual energy without suffering from backlash.
For normal people, the horrifying world was like hell, but for Qing Li, these ghosts were like plump lambs!
Although the Chrysanthemum Ghost looked hideous and disgusting, his level was at the Grudge Ghost level. Using his arm to compensate for the fare and repair costs not only sufficed but exceeded expectations.
It’s just a pity…
He encountered Qing Li.
As geese pass, they leave their feathers; as animals walk, they leave their skin. Even when crossing a river, one must follow the path of two fish, Qing Li! (??: ???? ?????? ?? ?????????? ??? ????? ???? ???? ?????? ????????? ?? ?? ?????????? ???? ? ?????????, ??? ?????? ?? ?? ?????????? ?? ??????? ?? ???? ?? ????????.)
“It’s just an arm, not enough to compensate for my loss.” Qing Li sneered, revealing the ugly face of a capitalist.
The Chrysanthemum Ghost’s incomplete teeth broke again, and he forcibly snapped off one of his remaining arms, his sharp voice weakening: “That’s enough!”
A demon’s body can grow back, but it consumes a lot of demon energy.
Qing Li looked at the bloody arm and thigh and said casually, “Considering you’re the first passenger I’ve encountered, it’s barely enough!”
Hearing her words, the Chrysanthemum Ghost let out a sigh of relief.
After settling the compensation, he dragged his broken body to prepare to get off the bus, but Qing Li suddenly stopped him.
“This passenger, since you’ve already compensated for the loss, I’ll be generous and waive your fare. Rest assured tonight; I guarantee to safely take you to your destination.” Qing Li said with a grin.
The Chrysanthemum Ghost’s face stared wide open, with an expression of extreme fear.
He looked at the slowly closing bus door in despair and let out a painful scream:
“No, I want to get off.”
“I want to go home.”
“Mom, save me——”
[At this moment, I surprisingly sympathize with this chrysanthemum-faced demon.]
[Others have boarded a stolen ship, but he has boarded a stolen bus.]
[Astronomical bus fare for one arm and one leg; capitalism would shed tears when it sees this.]
The barrage was filled with various comments.
Qing Li temporarily didn’t start the bus; she took out a large trash can from her mustard seed space and picked up the arms and legs from the ground, throwing them inside. (??: ?? ???? ?? ????? ??? ?????? ???? ????)
From now on, this trash can would be the fare collection box: demons boarding the bus leave behind their bodies, and passengers leave behind their money.
The system looked at the huge trash can and couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you have everything in there?”
Qing Li raised an eyebrow and said, “Is it strange for a cultivator to have a mustard seed space?”
The system: “…”
Having a mustard seed space wasn’t strange, but who the hell carries a big axe, big scissors, a big hammer, and a trash can for dealing with corpses in their space…
Is this person really a cultivator and not a psycho-killer???
I’m dying from this chapter