Weird Recovery: I Drove the Ghost King Crazy Through Deception

My identity? A veterinarian who is terminally ill and unable to restrain himself, ah no, a forensic doctor. Also a curse on the post office - ghosts see trouble. In the ghost's territory, I know the rules better than the ghost. Ghost King Rules: You cannot refuse the Ghost Bride's toast. Teammates racked their brains to think of how to "not refuse". I directly picked up the body oil and poisoned wine, walked to the body of my tragically killed teammate, opened his mouth and poured it in: "Bride, according to the rules, you must greet the guests first!" Ghost Bride: "...?" Pig teammate: "...?" In the realm of humans, I am less human than humans. Rules for seniors: Newcomers are cannon fodder for stepping on. He set a trap and wanted me to be torn apart by ghosts. I made a backhand plan, making him the perfect bait to attract the Ghost King. Senior (being swallowed by a ghost): "You... You are not human!" Me (arranging my collar, calm and calm): "Thank you for the compliment, I really don't need humanity to deal with you.