Drip, drip!
Urine trickled down from Boss Gu’s pants, one drop after another. He stood there frozen, staring blankly at the centuries-old ghost that was floating toward him, his face pale as paper.
Seeing this scene, Yin Dang smirked in disdain and muttered to himself, “Pathetic. He actually pissed himself.”
Yin Dang wasn’t in a hurry to save Boss Gu. People like him—greedy, heartless developers—deserved a little lesson. Something unforgettable for life.
The hundred-year-old ghost rushed right up to Boss Gu’s face. The stench of urine hit the ghost’s nose, and it sniffed hard.
“ROAR!”
It bellowed at Boss Gu, making cold sweat pour down his back.
The ghost circled him several times, its hollow eyes observing him. Boss Gu’s gaze followed nervously, and then he turned to Yin Dang, who
