Haunted Night Market: My Fried Rice Makes the Red-Clothed Ghost Drool

The Blood Moon descends, and ten billion people are dragged into a bizarre night market where they must fight to survive.

Stalls are assigned at random from the start. If you can’t sell anything, the monsters will eat you!

A rich playboy tries to sell designer handbags, but a headless female ghost complains she has no head to carry one, then tears him apart on the spot!

A famous actress tries to sell perfume, but a sewer corpse finds the scent disgusting and turns her into a human-skin lantern!

Countless people break down and die horribly under the monsters’ watchful eyes.

But Pei Jin looks at the battered food cart and rusty iron wok before him, then silently pulls out a butcher’s cleaver.

That night, while other players are still kneeling before wandering spirits for half a piece of black bread,

SSS-rank Ghost Kings, red-clad vengeful ghosts, and abyssal demons are fighting tooth and nail in front of Pei Jin’s stall for a bowl of “Heartbreak Fried Rice.”

Netherworld Empress: “Boss Pei, add a fried egg for me, and my entire spirit realm is yours tonight!”