There are three ranks among ghosts.

From standing up for justice and offending a privileged heir, to being framed by powerful figures and now being targeted by former friends dragging his family into the mess—every bit of this smacks of the trials and tribulations that every young hero or righteous wanderer must endure in the world of martial valor! And such people almost always stand for justice.

With this realization, Chen Sheng felt his blood surge with excitement. He couldn’t help but sigh, “The righteous path is long and full of hardship! Who would have thought I’d always been so upright and noble? No, I must keep striving! I can’t tarnish my past reputation!”

After all, in a game, ardor and bravado come at no real cost.

Moreover, Chen Sheng never once considered that “Chen Jueshen” and he were two entirely different people, or that he was only caught up in things by accident. He simply took all this as the game’s background story for his character, and, rather pleased with his role as the scapegoat, he turned to the little ghost girl he was holding like a cheap flashlight and asked, “Didn’t you just say that my escape plan—helping that person buy a train ticket—was only known by me and him? So how did the ghost who told you about it find out?”

“Because that most-wanted criminal died,” the little ghost girl replied coldly, her small face expressionless.

Anyone would be annoyed being carried around and used as a flashlight like that!

“Died?” Chen Sheng was taken aback. How was that relevant? But in the next instant, he understood. “You mean, after the most-wanted criminal died and turned into a ghost, he revealed it himself?”

“No. The one who became a ghost wasn’t the criminal, but his younger sister,” the little ghost girl said, glancing at Chen Sheng, her mood sour.

Though she was angry, she dared not lie to him.

“What exactly happened?” Chen Sheng raised an eyebrow, signaling her to speak plainly.

“The most-wanted criminal was actually framed, but the person who handled the case got a promotion out of it and tried desperately to pin the crime on him. To silence everyone, they tried to kill him. The criminal ran home, and to avoid any loose ends, the pursuer decided to wipe out the whole family…”

She trailed off, but Chen Sheng immediately understood.

“The wrongly accused criminal’s entire family was tragically murdered, but only his younger sister turned into a ghost, and it was from her that the secret got out?”

“That’s right! The ghost sister is filled with resentment, but unfortunately, she’s too dim-witted and not powerful enough. She ended up in the Netherworld and can’t return to the mortal realm, let alone avenge her family.”

Chen Sheng looked at the little ghost girl.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, her small face expressionless.

“Ghosts here can’t return after entering the Netherworld? Then how come you did?” he asked, feeling an even stronger sense of immersion.

Now that he was treating this healing game as completely real, the experience was all the more thrilling!

At this moment, Chen Sheng truly felt the excitement of exploring a strange new world.

“Because I’m strong!” the little ghost girl said with a touch of pride. Though there were many fierce ghosts in the Netherworld, it just meant that half-step fierce ghosts like her were everywhere.

The abundance of infamous ghosts only proved how terrifying the Netherworld was!

According to the human classification of ghosts, she was a “Dire” class ghost!

If she hadn’t always preferred peace and quiet over causing trouble, she could have turned that tycoon Li’s villa into a death zone where no living thing dared approach within ten miles!

In the Netherworld, there were only two distinctions: ghosts and fierce ghosts.

Rather than a measure of strength, it was more of a classification. Ghosts simply borrowed the human system.

The lowest class was called “Misfortune.” A person encountering such a ghost would likely suffer some bad luck, but the odds of escaping unharmed were very high.

Especially if the ghost was newly formed, the survival rate was virtually ninety-nine percent.

The remaining one percent were those so unlucky they’d choke on water.

Above “Misfortune” was the “Bloodshed” class, named after calamities involving blood. Encountering such a ghost, one could expect at least serious injury—losing a limb was commonplace. The survival rate was much lower, even against new ghosts.

Some new ghosts could harm people under very simple conditions, and the stronger they were, the easier it was for them to inflict harm. Those with difficult activation conditions never grew strong.

Then there was the most frightening class: “Dire.” The name speaks for itself, implying extreme doom.

Encountering a “Dire” ghost meant all you could do was pray and leave your fate to the heavens. Many death zones were created by such entities.

The little ghost girl was quite proud of herself, but Chen Sheng had no idea about any of this. So, hearing her words, he grinned, “So, doesn’t that make me even more powerful?”

After all, he’d been carrying her around all this time.

The little ghost girl: (ﾒ｀ﾛ´)/

If you dare put down that execution tool, let’s see if I don’t beat you until you cry for your mother!

Though fuming inside, she had no choice but to mutter a response.

This wasn’t cowardice—it was prudence.

Hearing her reply, Chen Sheng didn’t mind. “So only strong ghosts can come and go from the Netherworld at will? The weak, once inside, can never return?”

The little ghost girl nodded, her small face wooden.

Chen Sheng pondered. The world of this healing game was truly vast; he’d only explored a tiny corner so far. Then he asked, “I want to leave Upper Sanjiang City. Is there anywhere interesting to visit?”

What NPCs found interesting often benefited players greatly!

The question made the little ghost girl think for a while. Then she turned her small face and asked, expressionless, “A place for humans or for ghosts?”

“Either one!” Chen Sheng had fully immersed himself, but there was no way he’d ever be afraid of ghosts.

No matter how deep his immersion, he’d never treat all this as real.

“In that case, the most interesting place for humans is quite far from here, and I can’t cross the Netherworld’s territories to get there. How about that ghost town?”

“What ghost town?”

“It used to be called Jinshuikou Port Town, but now everyone calls it Ghost Town.”

“What makes it interesting?” Chen Sheng asked.

The little ghost girl didn’t dare promise too much and replied cautiously, “The ghosts there all pretend to be living people. Isn’t that interesting?”

“Anything else?” Chen Sheng frowned slightly.

“Yes, right next to Ghost Town, there’s a ghost pretending to be the Main God, tricking people into becoming reincarnators just to make them work for him for free…”

“That’s the place!”