Ghost Matchmaking: Ghost Emperor Husband and Campus Queen Wife

Hearing this, the audience from the Dragon Country was dumbfounded.

’Seriously, how is that even possible?’

It was one thing when she randomly ran into the Red Cloak Ghost and made it self-destruct.

But now, she just happens to pick up a random ring and it’s a Celestial Calamity Ghost Artifact?

It’s like her cheat codes are always on.

Her luck stat must be maxed out!

No wonder Xiao Yan looked so conflicted.

She basically cleaned out their family’s entire stash!

Of course she’s freaking out!

How come all the good things happen to Yun Zhenyue?

Is she secretly the Ghost World’s favorite child or something?!

[I don’t even know what’s happening anymore.]

[Since when are Celestial Calamity Ghost Artifacts as common as cabbages?]

[HOLY SHIT, what a waste! She shouldn’t have turned it in!!]

[Sigh, it’s too late for that. Yun Zhenyue’s really going to become a pillar of the Flesh Workshop now.]

[If I were the CEO, I’d be crying tears of joy. An employee who not only completes her mission flawlessly but also finds a Celestial Calamity Ghost Artifact and turns it in without a hint of greed? That’s true loyalty. She deserves a massive reward, right?]

...

At that moment, the expression on Yun Zhenyue’s face froze.

She never would have imagined this, not even in her wildest dreams!

She’d thought the cavern was nothing special, just some kind of basement. The members of the Nether Flame Clan probably went there all the time, so it would have been perfectly normal for someone to have accidentally dropped something, right?

"How could this be?" Yun Zhenyue whispered to herself.

’And that Xiao Yan...’

’Why didn’t you say anything about your family’s Celestial Calamity Ghost Artifact sooner?’

’Why act all high and mighty over something so important!’

’If you’d just told me, I would have given it back to you, wouldn’t I?’

’And now look!’

’I’ve gone and contributed to the Flesh Workshop’s success again, haven’t I?’

’Some undercover agent I am.’

’I’ve never seen a mole this loyal!’

Yun Zhenyue could just picture the excitement of the Flesh Workshop’s top brass.

A Celestial Calamity Ghost Artifact was a one-of-a-kind treasure in the entire Ghost World. Take Gu Yuan’s shabby little dog, for instance. Even though it was just a Ghost Artifact, it had the power to guard his home and its strength was on par with a Great Evil.

’If it had been anyone else!’

’Even a Great Evil-level employee would have greedily kept this ring!’

Besides, the mission briefing hadn’t mentioned it at all!

’As long as I kept my mouth shut, no one would ever know.’

’The Flesh Workshop probably didn’t even know the Nether Flame Clan was hiding such a treasure.’

But here she was, returning a lost treasure, determined to hand it over!

’She’s basically a model citizen!’

"Master, why aren’t you smiling?" Little Nine asked, scratching his head in confusion. "Are you just too happy to show it?"

Little Eight looked at Yun Zhenyue with admiration and said, "You idiot, Master must have predicted this long ago."

"She already knew the Nether Flame Clan possessed the Ring of Celestial Calamity."

"So the moment she entered the Nether Flame Clan, she was searching for the ring’s location. Then she deliberately angered the clan elder to make that young lady flee so she would have a legitimate reason to search."

"Otherwise, how could Master have found the well-hidden ring in the blink of an eye?"

Little Nine had a sudden realization.

His eyes instantly filled with worshipful admiration.

"I knew it!"

"I thought Master was just lucky and accidentally stumbled into the clan’s secret realm."

"So that’s what happened. My own insight is still too shallow."

"Master pretended to be completely indifferent, but she was secretly plotting out all her evil deeds the whole time!"

Yun Zhenyue: "..."

’Are these two a comedy duo?’

’But then again...’

’Little Nine was the one who was right!’

A feeling of helplessness welled up in Yun Zhenyue’s heart.

’I just want to be a mole.’

’But what am I supposed to do when everyone thinks I’m some kind of deep, calculating supervillain?’

...

"Master, where are you going?"

"Don’t tell me you’re already rushing off to do more evil deeds?"

"You’re such a workaholic," an excited voice chirped.

"Master is a natural-born villain. I must learn from Master. Mwahahaha... *cough cough*~ This laugh is so hard to imitate. It’s too difficult to grasp the essence," an emotionless voice said crisply.

Listening to Little Nine and Little Eight babbling behind her, Yun Zhenyue’s ears were about to fall off.

All their worshipful praise and wild assumptions made her ears burn.

Yun Zhenyue walked towards the Flesh Workshop.

’The plan has changed!’

’I need to find my armchair strategist, Huang Ting, and get her opinion.’

’Something feels off.’

’I can’t keep going on like this!’

’I’m honestly afraid that if I keep this up, someone’s going to show up with an imperial yellow robe and ask me to become the new CEO!’

Just as she reached the workshop’s entrance, Yun Zhenyue saw a group of people gathered together, seemingly arguing.

A six-star, mid-level female ghost in lavish women’s clothing was watching Huang Ting with great interest.

’What’s going on?’

’I’ve never heard Ting having a friend in middle management!’

’And a woman, at that.’

Yun Zhenyue’s pupils contracted. She took a closer look. ’Wait, that’s not right!’

’That’s not a female ghost!’

’I think it’s a man.’

’He has an Adam’s apple!’

The corners of his eyes were traced with makeup into an alluring curve.

The cross-dressing ghost extended a pale, slender finger and blew on his nail. It was long and perfectly rounded, coated in purple polish that gave off an effeminate air.

"Little darling, there’s no need to get so angry."

"I’m not trying to kill you. I’m just asking you to spend one night with me. After all, you’re the one who bumped into me for no reason."

Hearing this, Huang Ting’s face was a mask of indignation as she clenched her fists.

And the worst part was, it really was her own fault!

The saying goes that the only time you truly have for yourself is after you clock out.

She often slacked off at work and stayed up late after.

And what happened?

She’d been completely dazed a moment ago.

She accidentally bumped into someone’s back.

Normally, this would have been a trivial matter.

An apology would have ended it, or at worst, she could have offered to buy them a meal.

But Huang Ting never, ever expected that the person she’d bumped into was no ordinary individual.

He was a six-star manager at the Flesh Workshop!

And not just any manager—he was an infamous, ultimate pervert, known throughout the entire facility for his penchant for wearing women’s clothing.

His personality was sinister and ruthless, and he was utterly unscrupulous.

One subordinate had once let a look of disgust slip, and the cross-dressing ghost had broken both of his legs before sending him on the most dangerous mission available, leading to his needless death.

And this cross-dressing ghost loved to torment female employees the most.

His room was reportedly filled with all sorts of dangerous implements.

Many female employees had been tortured by him with cruel methods.

The moment Huang Ting realized the danger, she apologized.

She also offered compensation in Ghost Coins.

But the cross-dressing ghost seemed to have taken an interest in her.

After all, she was considered a beauty.

Her features were delicate and her figure was excellent.

The dark circles under her eyes from staying up late only added to her appeal, giving her the aura of a shut-in otaku girl that just made people want to bully her relentlessly.

So the cross-dressing ghost proposed that she spend a night with him as compensation!

Huang Ting refused to accept!

For the first time, she felt disgusted by her own appearance.

But she really couldn’t afford to offend a six-star manager!

’If only he had one less star.’

’I could ask the great Yun Zhenyue to save me!’

But unfortunately, they were the same rank. Even Yun Zhenyue couldn’t do anything if she came.

Huang Ting’s heart sank into despair.

But the cross-dressing ghost simply extended an effeminate-looking finger and lightly tapped her on the forehead.

His voice was delicate, but it carried an oppressive weight that permitted no argument.

"Don’t frown. It makes you look ugly."

His affected mannerisms made Huang Ting want to vomit.

Just then, an unfamiliar voice rang out from nearby.

"Whoa, a sissy!"

"No wait, Master, is that a legendary ladyboy?"

Little Nine pointed at the cross-dressing ghost, his voice filled with shock.