Ghost Matchmaking: Ghost Emperor Husband and Campus Queen Wife

This bizarre technique stunned everyone present.

It also caused beads of cold sweat to form on Sam’s forehead.

’How did it come to this...’

’There’s no way to fight this!’

’It’s like he’s using a cheat code!’

’It’s practically wishing things into existence!’

’He can draw whatever he wants, and there don’t seem to be any limits. After drawing a small mountain, the little boy’s breathing only quickened slightly. His ghostly energy is clearly still abundant.’

Sam had no doubt.

If he were to transform into a swarm of bats, that kid would probably draw a flock of eagles to catch him right away.

Sam looked to the ghost emcee, Henry, at his side.

The latter’s back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He couldn’t help but take half a step back. "Master Sam, it’s not that I won’t help you."

"You saw for yourself. I’m just a humble emcee. I’m great at hosting weddings—I can handle any style of wedding and control the whole event—but I’m really not cut out for fighting..."

"Besides, that child... I’m afraid his power is equal to mine, maybe even greater."

"Asking me, an emcee, to fight five of them... that’s a bit much to ask of me."

Pathetic, weak, and helpless...

That was his current state.

Before Sam could get angry, the ghost emcee seemed to have a sudden realization.

He immediately said with feigned regret, "Oh, right! I almost forgot!"

"My grandfather’s aunt’s seventh daughter’s dog is getting married today! I have to go help officiate the wedding!"

"We can talk later! I have to rush over there now!"

After saying this,

the ghost emcee was gone in a flash!

WHOOSH! He took off as if he were rushing to put out a fire.

He slipped away right in front of Yun Zhenyue and the others.

They didn’t bother trying to stop him.

Their expressions just turned a little strange.

Meimei said blankly, "An emcee... can officiate a dog’s wedding?"

Pangpang looked completely bewildered. "What kind of family relationship is that? I can’t even figure it out."

Kuku watched the ghost emcee go with envy.

’Even his excuse for running away is so cool!’

Shoushou spun his paintbrush in his hand, speechless, and sighed. "Why’d he run away halfway through the fight? I haven’t had my fill of painting yet. Couldn’t a few more people have shown up?"

...

The audience from the Dragon Country couldn’t hold it in either when they saw this.

Besides laughing at the ghost emcee’s escape,

they were mostly shocked by Shoushou’s ability!

[Bro, can this get any more ridiculous?]

[Ghost Emcee: Go feed them a kill yourself. Your boy is outta here.]

[Shoushou should change his name. Call him Ma Liang Pro Max.]

[Ma Liang: Compared to Shoushou, I look like a total rookie.]

[Are all five of these kids this absurd? Pangpang has limitless strength and a bottomless stomach, Kuku’s crying brings death, Shoushou can paint things into reality, and then there’s that Yuan... we still have no idea what his powers are.]

[I bet Meimei’s ability is terrifying too.]

[Is Gu Yuan really running an orphanage and not some kind of evil organization?]

...

Sam fell into despair.

He was isolated and helpless.

He watched as the villagers of Sealed Soul Village approached with grim expressions, carrying various farm tools.

The old village chief gripped his sickle tightly, and the ghost bride, Xiaoya, was clad in blood-red.

He couldn’t deal with any of these people!

Let alone those little devils!

’Wha...

What should I do?’

Sam’s chapped lips trembled unconsciously.

Fear twisted his features. The color drained from his face, and the muscles could be seen twitching beneath his pale skin.

He had no way out. He was trapped.

Just then,

driven to desperation, Sam shouted at Shoushou as a last resort, "You’re only strong because of that paintbrush, aren’t you?"

"If you’ve got the guts, fight me without that paintbrush or your paints. If I win, you let me go."

"If I lose, I... I’ll admit that you’re amazing!"

’Admit he’s amazing?’

’What kind of bullshit is that!’

The villagers were utterly disdainful when they heard this.

This Sam was acting like a child.

Who would play such a childish game when it was a matter of life and death?

But to everyone’s surprise,

Shoushou heard him and tossed his paintbrush and paints aside.

A serious look appeared in his eyes.

"Fine, I won’t use them. Enough with the nonsense!"

Yun Zhenyue, watching from the side, was a little confused.

’Not letting Shoushou use his paintbrush?’

’Isn’t that like telling a warrior to drop his sword, or a student to throw away his books?’

’It’s completely unfair!’

’And all for what? To be told "you’re amazing"?’

She was just about to advise against it

when Sam uttered his sinister words, "You’re the one who said it!"

Before his voice had even faded!

His form dissipated.

He transformed into a swarm of countless bats and surged toward the empty-handed Shoushou!

This was his strongest move!

Each bat possessed the power of a Fierce Ghost!

If he bit someone while in his bat form,

they would instantly be poisoned and fall unconscious!

He could then take the opportunity to drain their blood!

However, this state could only be maintained for ten seconds, after which he would revert to his original form.

At this moment,

a dark cloud of bats swept across the field.

But under everyone’s watchful eyes,

Shoushou snorted coldly. He wasn’t flustered at all; he even felt a little like laughing.

’It’s finally my turn to show my true power!’

He had always looked up to Brother Gu Yuan as his goal.

But no matter what, he could never reach his level!

Shoushou had racked his brains for a long time, and finally realized it wasn’t a difference in technique.

It was a vast disparity in spirit and consciousness.

For example, if it weren’t for Yun Zhenyue’s reminder,

he would have drawn a flashlight and wings earlier.

Instead of a sun and a mountain.

’Even Brother Gu Yuan’s wife is better than me!’

’If Brother Gu Yuan had done it himself!’

’He would have definitely drawn something unimaginable.’

*Huuu...*

Shoushou took a deep breath.

Facing the aggressive Sam, he said slowly, "So what if I don’t use a brush and paints?"

"Brother Gu Yuan once said, ’How could painting be such an inconvenient thing!’"

"I didn’t understand the deeper meaning of those words before, but now I’ve had a sudden realization."

"Painting... shouldn’t be bound by rules. So what if there’s no brush, no ink? The body and mind are the ink and brush. To be without a brush is to be better than with one. That is a true painter!"

"Brother Gu Yuan, I finally understand your spirit!"

Sam was baffled by this speech.

’What is this nonsense!’

’This is pure bullshit!’

’How the hell are you going to paint without a brush or ink!’

’Stupid little brat, spouting mysterious nonsense when death is at his door!’

"Absurd! Let’s see how you paint now!"

Sam’s chilling voice came from within the swarm of bats.

"Just lie down and die!"

Just as Sam was about to reach Shoushou!

"—Brush, come!"

Shoushou called out.

He simply extended a finger.

Then, he pricked it!

A trickle of bright red blood flowed out!

At that moment,

he had both brush and ink!

His hand was the brush, his blood the ink!

Shoushou recalled the sword strike Brother Gu Yuan had once unleashed!

Once, a Great Evil had coveted the orphanage.

Brother Gu Yuan didn’t say a word.

He just flicked his wrist.

And swung a toy sword from the playroom!

That strike was like a flash of cold light, like the first waters of spring.

It almost merged with the mist.

All that could be heard was the faint hum of a blade slicing through the night sky.

And that Great Evil was annihilated in utter disbelief!

’Brother Gu Yuan could use a toy sword as if it were a real one!’

’So why couldn’t he?’

Shoushou thought of that sword strike.

The scene from the past replayed in his mind!

SWISH!

By a stroke of luck!

He actually managed to replicate it!

A perfectly replicated flash of sword light reappeared at this very moment!

However, its power seemed to be only one-tenth of the original!

As Shoushou flicked his wrist,

a terrifying, blood-red blade of light appeared!

His face instantly turned deathly pale!

Replicating that sword strike with his blood not only drained his ghostly energy but also severely overtaxed him. His power level instantly dropped to that of a mid-tier Evil Star, and it would likely take a long time for him to recover!

Faced with such a blade of light!

"This... This is..."

Sam’s pupils constricted.

Before his trembling eyes,

a terrifying, blood-red sword light filled his entire vision, leaving room for nothing else!

It looked as if it could cleave heaven and earth!

A ghostly glint flashed, shattering souls inch by inch!

The bats he had transformed into were all enveloped by this single, blood-red strike!

Wherever the sword light passed,

the bats were silently annihilated, and the red mist was sliced apart!

Everything vanished into thin air!

VWOOM!

The streak of blood light then slashed through the small mountain he had drawn earlier. The entire peak was sliced open, the cut as smooth as a mirror. It rumbled and collapsed, and the resulting landslide shook Sealed Soul Village like an earthquake!

Sam’s consciousness also dissipated under that sword strike!

And when everything had returned to calm,

Shoushou collapsed, gasping for breath.

Meimei and the others rushed to help him up.

At the same time,

the villagers went to surround Sam.

The old village chief also hurried forward.

But when they saw Sam,

everyone was speechless, their eyes wide with shock!

Because they discovered that,

Sam, having reverted from his bat form back to a human, was staring wide-eyed, completely devoid of life!

But his body bore no visible injuries!

Only blood was flowing from his seven orifices!

The villagers looked at each other, then at the old village chief.

"He was scared to death. Literally."

The old village chief drew in a sharp breath and stated his conclusion.