You Owe Me Three Hundred Years of Yin Lifespan. Pay with Your Life!

The security door had been welded shut. An A-rank headless ghost was inching closer and closer to Lin En’s neck.

Outside, a ruthless corporate executive lit a cigarette with a sneer. “A broke, low-level janitor is perfect fertilizer for the young master’s haunted house.”

At the moment between life and death, Lin En’s left eye throbbed with pain.

Not only did he survive, he also saw a scarlet karmic chain attached to the ferocious ghost:

[Overdue debt: 300 years of ghostly lifespan / Late penalty: the ghost’s very essence!]

“Your grandfather borrowed three taels of my family’s luck to become a Ghost King. Now you’ll pay the whole thing back, with interest, using your life!”

Lin En gave a feral grin, tore the chain apart with his bare hands, and devoured the A-rank ghost alive!

Boom!

The battered security door was kicked flying.

Holding a blood-dripping butcher’s knife, Lin En looked at the trembling corporate executive outside and opened the yellowed master ledger.

“You’re next. Time to collect the lives of your corporate ancestors.”