Why has a ninety-year-old woman become pregnant? Why are hundreds of sows shrieking in the middle of the night? Why are things constantly being stolen from the female ghost dormitory? Why has instant ramen at a supermarket in the world of horror suffered such a terrible fate? Behind it all, is it a distortion of human nature or a collapse of morality? Lin Feng covered his face and said, "When you've got lots of underlings, you get all kinds of weirdos." But in the eyes of his underlings, they could still see what Lin Feng had been like when they first met him.
"Hello, Ghost Suppression Bureau? Come quick! Help! Someone's tied me to a bed and is about to do something awful! I... I'm a female ghost!"
Lin Feng had just finished showering. With a towel wrapped around his waist and a cigarette between his lips, he was holding a club and grinning wickedly. He reached out and snatched the phone. "Hello, hello. There's no legal protection for ghosts, right? If I commit a crime against a ghost, does that count?"
Ghost Suppression Bureau: "Hello, sir. It's not illegal, but it's immoral."
Lin Feng: "Good. Gotta go. I've got business to take care of."
A few days later, the Ghost Suppression Bureau received a whole string of emergency calls.
Ancient brothel ghost: "Ghost Suppression Bureau? Help! This guy named Lin Feng is a ghost trafficker. He sold us to a nightclub to work as hostesses!"
Corpse King from the mass grave: "Help! Lin Feng isn't human! He sold me to a coal mine to work as a laborer. I have to work a full twenty-four hours a day, and they whip me from time to time. I can't stand another day here. Boohoo..."
Come on, come on, come on