Ghost Matchmaking: Ghost Emperor Husband and Campus Queen Wife

At this sight, most of the Dragon Country viewers looked on with pity, offering a silent prayer for Fushou Bank!

Of all the entities to provoke!

You just had to go and provoke Yun Zhenyue!

She has Gu Yuan backing her!

Gu Yuan is a Nightmare Hunter, and that title alone is enough to spell big trouble for the bank!

And that’s not even mentioning the mission Yun Zhenyue just assigned!

Can’t you see the eyes of these Evil Stars are already bloodshot?

[This is the first time I’ve ever seen a player assign a mission to ghosts.]

[Judging by their reactions, the reward must be substantial.]

[Nice. This is like the CEO’s wife asking me to buy her a bottle of water and giving me ten thousand bucks as a reward. Who wouldn’t take that job?]

[Yeah, and for this bunch of Evil Stars, a mission like this is probably even easier than buying a bottle of water.]

[Some ghost is about to have a very bad day~]

[With an annual interest rate over ten thousand percent, they were just asking to be targeted.]

...

At that moment, the members of the Nightmare Hunter went wild!

It was like they were all on something!

A murderous glint shone in each of their eyes!

They looked more like bandits than actual bandits!

More ferocious than any debt collector!

With Yun Zhenyue’s silent approval,

they immediately grabbed the three debt-collecting ghosts and stormed out of the shop.

Their target: Fushou Bank!

Just then,

the shopkeepers from the first floor all poked their heads out.

Upon seeing the whole group of Evil Stars marching out of the mall,

dragging along the very same debt-collecting ghosts that had terrorized them,

one of the shopkeepers immediately found Yun Zhenyue, who was following behind, and asked timidly, "Ma’am... are you all going to Fushou Bank?"

"Yes," Yun Zhenyue nodded, a hint of confusion in her voice. "Do you owe them money, too?"

"I do, Ma’am."

The shopkeeper, who had clearly been suffering in silence, spilled everything.

"That Fushou Bank has been oppressing us for a long time. Most of the shopkeepers on the first three floors have been swindled by them. You agree to borrow a few hundred ghost coins, and the next thing you know, they’re demanding thousands. It’s completely outrageous! They’ve even taken so much of our clothing!"

"Ma’am, could you let me tag along and demand justice?"

Hearing this,

Yun Zhenyue nodded.

’Anyway, with the members of the Nightmare Hunter around, there’s no danger.’

She suddenly recalled that Fushou Bank was also part of her mission.

’It was just that the matchmaking system had required an *investigation*.’

’while she was here to stir up trouble.’

’That should be... close enough, right?’

"Thank you, Ma’am!" The shopkeeper was ecstatic. She had just witnessed how terrifying this group of ghosts was. A small-time operation like Fushou Bank wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

Soon,

to Yun Zhenyue’s astonishment,

more and more shopkeepers began to follow her.

Nearly every shopkeeper from the first three floors came out.

Excitement and anticipation were written all over their faces!

Some clenched their jaws, loudly airing their grievances, their faces filled with obvious resentment for the bank.

So,

’this counted as her ridding the people of a public menace, didn’t it?’

...

「Not far from Fierce Ghost Mall.」

「Fushou Bank.」

An accountant in a long gown had his head buried in an abacus, the cracks of his fingernails stained with cinnabar as he continuously calculated the month’s earnings.

The bloated Shopkeeper stood to one side.

He was fiddling with a string of gleaming gold Buddhist Beads, his eyes fixed on the entrance.

"Accountant, make sure you get those numbers right. Don’t you dare make a mistake!"

"Those little beads on the abacus are more important than this old head of mine."

Hearing the Shopkeeper’s instructions, the ghost accountant chuckled. "Don’t you worry, Shopkeeper. The debts we’ve collected this month far exceed last month’s. Aside from that clothing store that hasn’t paid up, we’ve collected from everyone else."

"That’s more like it."

The ghost Shopkeeper nodded smugly.

He frowned slightly, looking at the pile of expensive clothes tossed carelessly on the floor.

They’d seized all this clothing. It was good stuff, sure, but a bit difficult to sell.

"It’s about time. Why aren’t they back yet?"

He stared at the door for a good while, but there was no sign of movement.

The ghost Shopkeeper muttered to himself.

’Logically, those cowardly ghosts should have paid up obediently after a little scare.’

’That little ghost girl, Mengmeng, should be no different. She’s the bank’s prize cash cow!’

Just from her, he’d already made 3,000 ghost coins back and forth!

’Where else could you find a deal that sweet?’

The ghost Shopkeeper was feeling quite pleased with himself.

Just then,

a ghost with a full head of silver hair and a noble air walked in.

The Shopkeeper could tell at a single glance!

’This is definitely another fat sheep for the slaughter!’

"You’re the Shopkeeper of this bank?" the ghost asked.

The ghost Shopkeeper immediately hurried over to him.

"Sir, are you here to make a deposit or take out a loan?"

"A loan. 500 ghost coins."

"Of course, of course! I’ll get the money for you right away. Are you from the neighborhood?"

"Yes. Fierce Ghost Mall. I need it urgently."

"That’s just great!"

The ghost Shopkeeper’s face lit up with glee. He just loved dealing with the ghosts from that mall. This one was surely a new shopkeeper, which meant another big payday for him!

"Just sign the IOU. The monthly interest is 10%, with a 30% monthly penalty for late payments."

Just as the ghost Shopkeeper thought he had another ghost hooked,

the ghost calmly picked up the IOU.

And to the ghost Shopkeeper’s astonishment,

he reached out and lightly smudged the words on the note.

With just a small rub, the word ’monthly’ on the note instantly became ’daily’!

"Shopkeeper, is this how your bank does business?"

Hearing the ghost’s icy words,

the ghost Shopkeeper never would have dreamed

that his signature trick would be exposed right to his face!

The ghost Shopkeeper felt no embarrassment. Instead, he sneered, his expression instantly shifting. He bared his deathly-white teeth and said, "Hmph. I was just going to fleece you for a bit, but since you’ve found me out, I can’t let you leave."

He waved his hand, ordering the accountant to shut the bank’s main doors.

But then,

the ghost didn’t show the panic he expected.

Instead, he began to radiate a terrifyingly sinister aura.

His pupils grew colder, and they seemed to hold a sliver of pity that the ghost Shopkeeper couldn’t comprehend.

"Our Lord’s wife was hoping to see if this was just a mistake, or if it was intentional."

"Now the answer is clear. In that case..."

The moment he finished speaking!

BOOM!

The bank’s doors were kicked open!

A horde of utterly ferocious!

ghosts, looking as if they’d crawled straight out of Hell, scrambled to get inside.

The ghosts came in all shapes and sizes, but each of their auras far surpassed that of a Crimson-robed Ghost!

And they were dragging the bank’s three debt collectors with them!

Behind them,

were another ten or twenty shopkeepers who had been swindled by the bank!

All of them wore resentful expressions, their eyes locked on the clothes strewn carelessly across the floor!

Seeing this,

the accountant was the first to slip away.

The ghost Shopkeeper, however, was frozen in disbelief. He staggered a step back, his back drenched in cold sweat. His lips parted, but no sound came out; only his ragged gasps were audible in the silence.

THUMP!

THUMP THUMP!

He could hear his own heart pounding violently!

’Where did this group of ghosts come from?’

’He was a high-level Crimson-robed Ghost, yet in the face of their auras, he felt like a mere ant.’

’Especially that ghost who’d just come to ask for a loan!’

Now, his long, silver hair floated as if in an unfelt wind.

The sheer force of his presence alone made the ghost Shopkeeper’s knees go weak, nearly forcing him to the ground!

Th-th-this.

’Could he be... an Evil Star?’

The ghost Shopkeeper’s eyes widened in horror!

’Who are the real debt collectors here?’

’They look more like the ones here to collect!’

TAP TAP~

Just then,

the ghost Shopkeeper saw a human girl slowly walk in.

She was holding the hand of the shopkeeper named Mengmeng.

The girl glanced at the disheveled ghost Shopkeeper, then at the clothes on the floor.

In an instant, her calm eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"Ma’am..." Yu Honghui asked respectfully.

All the ghosts turned their gaze to the girl,

as if waiting for her to make a decision.

BZZT!

Seeing this, the ghost Shopkeeper’s mind reeled in shock!

It felt as if his head had been smashed by a boulder!

’This human... she’s the one commanding these Evil Stars?’

’Could she be... a Great Evil?!!’

’A Great Evil in disguise!’

The ghost Shopkeeper was on the verge of a complete mental collapse!

’When did I ever provoke such a terrifying entity!’

’It was just a little loan-sharking!’

’Was it really enough to bring a pack of Evil Stars to my door?’

But, his mind clouded by greed, he dropped to his knees, wanting to plead with Yun Zhenyue.

"Give me a chance, Ma’am! I’ll get the money, just don’t touch my things!"

The ghost Shopkeeper pleaded as he shuffled forward on his knees.

But before he could get close,

he was sent flying by a kick from a plastic mannequin!

Yun Zhenyue shook her head.

She picked up a cyan robe. Many of the clothes on the floor were ones Mengmeng had made by hand.

Mengmeng cherished them, but now they were tossed about like garbage.

At that moment,

as the ghost Shopkeeper looked on in despair, she spoke a single, quiet sentence that sealed his fate.

"Do what you will."