Chapter 357 – Allen Teams Up with the Ghost Bride to Find His Own Way
"Why'd you hit me?!"
The Ghost Bride's tear-streaked eyes were a mix of grievance and fury—three parts wronged, seven parts pissed off.
"You stole my waifu and acted cocky about it," Allen retorted, raising his fist again.
"Who stole your wife?!"
The Ghost Bride looked completely baffled.
She was a female ghost—she should be abducting men, not some woman. What would she even do with one?
Of course, having died with a heart full of hatred over love, she harbored deep loathing toward men and delighted in tormenting any male she came across.
"Don't think swapping your black wedding dress for a white one is enough to fool me."
Allen's eyes were sharp with suspicion, confident he had seen through her ruse.
Black wedding dress!
In an instant, the Ghost Bride realized he'd got the wrong ghost and quickly explained, "You're looking for the ghost geezer, aren't you?"
"Ghost geezer?"
Allen's suspicion deepened. "I saw a geriatric bachelorette in a black wedding dress. Obviously couldn't get married, so she figured, why not combine wedding and funeral into one—call it budget-friendly."
"..."
The Ghost Bride finally understood what kind of lunatic she was dealing with.
She hurriedly gave him the rundown.
The so-called "old lady in a black wedding dress" was actually male. Raised by a single mother with a twisted sense of parenting, the man was treated like a girl his entire life.
Whenever anything didn't go his way, his mother would beat or berate him. That upbringing left him warped. He eventually donned a wedding dress and committed suicide.
"Damn… even as a degenerate, I think he's next level," Allen muttered, scratching his neck in admiration. "So, what's he want with my waifu? Is he trying to breed or something?"
"Can't breed," the Ghost Bride replied, her eyes showing a hint of pity. "He castrated himself when he was young."
Hiss…
Allen scratched harder, awestruck. "Aside from Dongfang Bubai and Yue Buqun, I now have a third eunuch to respect."
You'd have to be truly ruthless to do that to yourself.
As for Allen, he was a coward about pain. If it had to be done, he'd rather someone else do the snipping.
"But you'd better hurry. The geezer has a thing for turning young women into dolls to admire." The Ghost Bride warned him.
"No way I'm letting him show off."
Allen scoffed, then asked, "Can you help me find that eunuch geezer?"
"Why would I help you?"
The Ghost Bride glared, still fuming from being punched and kicked earlier.
Allen offered a very compelling reason: "I can not beat you to death."
"..."
A damn good reason.
The Ghost Bride promptly gave in, though she still tried to save face. "I'll help you—but not because I'm scared. I just don't want any more women getting hurt."
"Mhm mhm…"
Allen nodded eagerly, choosing not to poke at the last shreds of her dignity. He linked arms with her and said in a melodramatic tone, "Us sisters gotta stick together."
"..."
Get lost.
Who the hell is your sister?
Of course, the Ghost Bride didn't dare say that aloud. She didn't want another beating.
"We're going the wrong way."
The Ghost Bride pointed out that Allen was dragging her in the opposite direction of the geezer's place.
"Say, sis, how did you die?" Allen asked as they walked.
"It's a long story," the Ghost Bride replied, her expression dimming.
"Let me guess."
Clinging to her arm, his head nestled against her shoulder like a clingy schoolgirl, Allen said, "You got hit by a car on your wedding day, couldn't marry, became a ghost out of spite?"
The Ghost Bride, filled with loathing toward men, found herself revolted by Allen's behavior. Her sharpened nails twitched with the urge to stab something—but she couldn't afford to provoke him further and had to play along.
"No. I caught my fiancé sleeping with my bridesmaid on the day of our wedding," she said darkly. "Those two gold-diggers were after my family's fortune. When the truth came out, they pushed me off a building. That's why I hate all men."
"Ugh… what scum. Picking on my rich sister like that."
Allen clenched his fists. "Do you know where that bastard lives? I'll throw him off the Empire State Building myself."
"He's already dead. I killed him thirty years ago."
It was the first time someone had offered to avenge her, and the Ghost Bride felt an unexpected warmth in her cold, dead heart. Her grudge against Allen lightened just a bit.
"Lucky him," Allen growled. "If it were up to me, I'd chemically castrate him and sell him off to a brothel in Siam."
What a vicious mind.
Still, the idea was incredibly satisfying.
"What are you doing now?"
The Ghost Bride froze and looked down. Allen's left hand had slipped into hers—fingers interlocked. A gesture reserved for lovers.
"I'm just afraid my sister will get lost."
Blushing, Allen whispered shyly, "So I'm locking you down."
The Ghost Bride's pale face suddenly flushed crimson. Flustered, she said, "Could you let go? My family was very traditional. We don't allow physical contact before the wedding ceremony."
"That just makes it more exciting."
A wicked gleam flashed in Allen's eyes. He leaned in and gave the back of her hand a slow, slimy lick.
"Ahhh…"
The moist, warm sensation sent shivers down the Ghost Bride's spine. She broke into goosebumps, frantically trying to shake him off while yelling, "That's disgusting! Let go! You already have a wife—stop harassing me!"
Too bad Allen clung like a strip of glue-soaked duct tape. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't get free.
Eventually, realizing it was useless, the Ghost Bride gave up resisting.
"Sister, tell me more about the Spirit Realm~ I wanna hear~ Pretty please~" Allen pouted, rubbing his forehead against her arm.
The Ghost Bride gave him a death glare. Ugh, such an insufferably clingy weirdo.
Still… she couldn't help thinking—if only they had met earlier, maybe her fate would've been different.
She quickly shook her head to get rid of the foolish thought.
"This is the Evil Spirit District," she explained. "It's part of the Spirit Realm. Every house is haunted by a spirit. If you follow the main road, you'll reach Ghost City. But it's not just evil spirits—there are all sorts of wraiths and banshees. Don't do anything stupid. Once you rescue your wife, get back to the real world, fast."
"Got it~"
Allen batted his lashes and whispered in a flirtatious voice, "I always listen to my big sister~"
As he spoke, his breath warmed her neck, making the Ghost Bride visibly uncomfortable. "Could you back off a little?"
"No way~"
Allen kept on acting like an overly dramatic, clingy anime boy.
The Ghost Bride rolled her eyes in helpless defeat. But as she stared at his face, she had to admit—he was really handsome.
Shame he was a total lunatic.
"We're here," she finally said, pointing to a rundown old house. "This is where the ghost geezer lives."