At the mass grave, eerie winds howled and ghosts wailed.
Chen Wei stood in the middle, surrounded by layers of grim, terrifying ghostly shadows. He was at a loss as he explained, "I'm a fierce ghost determined to become the greatest horror legend. Is there really anything wrong with hanging the red-clad female ghost who came out to scare me on a high-voltage power line in the middle of the night, putting a water pump on the drowned ghost in the pond, flooring it and running over the dead person scattering money by the roadside, or throwing the ghost bride into a pig cage?"
The Night-Roving Hundred Ghosts standing before him suddenly dropped to their knees as one, pleading with mournful faces.
"We're begging you, stop being a ghost and hurry back to being a person!"
Chen Wei felt a pang of sorrow at those words.
"I put in the effort every day, working 996 to scare people, or, no, scare ghosts, all so I can come back to life and be a person again! Just hang in there a little longer. Soon, I'll be the only urban legend in this city."
