“What did you say? Five million Ghost Coins?”
Young Master Ghost stared at the smiling man before him, his heart trembling. Still, he reluctantly handed over the Ghost Coins.
“Um, could you at least leave me my underwear?”
The Ghost Boss stammered as he looked at the man before him, who seemed so “kind and amiable.”
“Come here. Hand over everything you had on you before!”
“But didn’t I already give it all to you?”
“Aren’t your organs the most valuable things you have? Come on, don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.”
It seemed he had explored every corner of the horror world, but was that really the case?
In this battle of wits against the gods, would they keep watching as humans and ghosts played their game, or would the gods be cast from their thrones?
