Chapter 63: Afraid You'd Hurt, I'm Giving You Treatment

"Enough!"

The self-harming ghost suddenly let out a furious roar, causing Duan Feihong and He Feihong to pause for a fraction of a second, but the next moment they stepped forward again.

And they stamped down even harder.

"You say it's enough, so it's enough?"

"Exactly, you say it's enough, so it's enough?"

"We, the Polite Duo, are renowned throughout the underworld. When have we ever listened to our opponents?"

"Exactly, we, the Polite Duo, are renowned throughout the underworld. When have we ever listened to our opponents?"

"You think that just because you've regained consciousness, you can do whatever you want, huh?"

"Exactly, you think that just because you've regained consciousness, you can do whatever you want, huh?"

"Can you please stop copying what I say?"

"Exactly, can you please stop... Huh?" He Nian blinked, scratched his head, and gave an awkward chuckle. "Ha, haha, doesn't this just make you sound more cultured? If it were up to me, I'd just be dropping F-bombs the whole time."

Duan Ming: "..."

Just as the two temporarily halted their attacks, the self-harming ghost on the ground suddenly whipped out a small blade and sliced a long gash across his forearm.

Duan Ming's pupils instantly constricted. He grabbed He Nian, who was about to lift his foot again, and yanked him backward.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? I haven't finished kicking yet."

"He's at the Evil Ghost rank now."

He Nian: "Σ(°△°|||)︴"

Then his eyes turned red.

He prepared to summon someone in tears.

Duan Ming gave him a reproachful smack on the back of the head. "Have you no spine? Running to call for backup over such a minor nuisance? We don't have that many chances to summon Chen Hui to begin with."

"Aren't there still these two?"

He pointed at the Qiu-Yu Duo and Zeng Yanliang standing aside.

The three of them smiled faintly, slowed down their movements, and nodded.

He Nian wiped away his snot bubbles. "Oh, oh, oh, then I'll leave the rest to you guys."

The three waved their hands in unison. "Easy peasy, easy peasy."

At that moment, Duan Ming's gaze sharpened again. "Wait, he's about to reach the Fierce Ghost rank!"

Σ(oдo‖)

Σ(☆д◎川)ノ!

!!!∑(Дノ)ノ

Meanwhile, the self-harming ghost slowly crawled to his feet, his hands never stopping as he continuously carved new and longer wounds into his body.

Small cuts healed very quickly indeed, but the large ones took much longer. As his injuries worsened, his aura steadily climbed.

He began to walk forward slowly.

"You had a lot of fun kicking me just now, didn't you?"

"Don't worry. Every single bit of pain I suffered just now, I will return to you tenfold, a hundredfold."

The self-harming ghost walked forward step by step, his ghost energy surging along with him, faintly showing signs of breaking through the Dread Ghost rank.

"Ha, did you really think I was just an ordinary wandering spirit? If I hadn't been trapped in this tiny storage room for all these years, the name of Ma Mingda would have echoed through the ghost realm long ago! I am..."

"The genius ghost spirit whose strength increases the more severe his injuries become!!!"

As he slashed a terrifyingly massive wound across his chest, extending from his right shoulder all the way down to his lower left abdomen, his ghost energy completely broke through the 10,000 mark, reaching the Fierce Ghost tier.

At that moment, however, Duan Ming froze.

Then he pulled out a "cardiac stimulant" and jammed it straight into the chest of the self-harming ghost, who was still throwing his head back in laughter.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

"Oh, I was worried you might be in pain, so I'm giving you a little treatment."

The self-harming ghost angrily slapped the syringe away. "I don't need your hypocritical pity! You were the one who kicked the hardest just now—"

Right then, his brow furrowed. "Huh? What's going on? Why are my wounds starting to heal at an accelerated rate?"

"What on earth did you do to me?!"

Duan Ming smiled gently. "You silly little goose, didn't I tell you? I'm treating your injuries."

His expression instantly twisted into a ferocious grin as he waved a hand. "He Nian! Keep beating the crap out of him!!!"

"You got it!"

The effect of the "cardiac stimulant" was truly formidable. In barely ten seconds, all the large and small wounds on the self-harming ghost's body miraculously healed to perfection, and his power naturally plummeted back to that of a lowly wandering spirit.

The self-harming ghost stood frozen on the spot, completely oblivious even when the self-harming blade in his hand was snatched away.

The next second...

"Ah! Ah!!!"

"Big Brother, I was wrong! I'll never act arrogant again!"

"Not the face!"

Zeng Yanliang and the other two spectators looked at each other in dismay.

Ji Xian: "Boss Qiu Yu, can we..."

Qiu Yu: "What kind of talk is that? Duan Ming is handling business, why are you trying to muscle in?"

Zeng Yanliang: "Cough, cough. Actually, my hands are itching a bit too."

Qiu Yu's eyes widened. "Daddies, Qiu Yu has come to assist you!!!"

...

The little delinquents successfully retrieved the teaching aids required by the student council and left. The self-harming ghost lay sprawled miserably on the ground, twitching every now and then.

His tears flowed endlessly.

Duan Ming's complexion was a bit pale.

He had gotten too carried away beating the ghost earlier and lost track of time. By the time he retrieved the "cardiac stimulant" syringe, seven or eight minutes had passed, and a single "Time Shift" had nearly sucked him dry.

His ghost energy was still simply too low.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn't at the student council at the moment. After handing the quest items over to the loli female ghost, Duan Ming's school credits finally reached...

-5 points.

Damn it!

Returning to the classroom, with the graduation exams looming, most ghost students were still furiously writing away, with only a few slumped over their desks fast asleep.

For example, Liang Zhaochao.

"Hey, Liang Zhaochao." Duan Ming greeted him.

"Hmm?"

Liang Zhaochao sleepily opened his eyes. His body sat up, but his head remained on the desk.

"Ah, Boss Duan Ming, you're back. Did everything go smoothly?" He lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, and calmly screwed it back onto his neck.

Duan Ming: "Pretty much, just a bit tired."

The other four nodded in unison.

"Oh right, how did that thing I asked you to look into go?"

At this, Liang Zhaochao shook his head. "Not much progress. I've asked all the well-connected guys in the whole school. Those missing teachers simply stopped showing up for class one day out of nowhere. The school just brought in a few substitute teachers first, and once new teachers were recruited, everything ran as usual. It didn't look like anything was out of the ordinary."

"Moreover, there were no similarities among those teachers, and they showed zero abnormal behavior before leaving. Aside from a few students who were on good terms with them feeling slightly disappointed, the school has been completely calm, not even a ripple on the surface."

Duan Ming fell into deep thought.

"Is that so?"

"Looks like we still need to get the information and data from Yu Fangfang's side."

Just then, Liang Zhaochao spoke up again. "Though I did hear a piece of gossip. I don't know if it's any use."

"Let's hear it?"

He cast a vigilant glance around, beckoned everyone to lean in closer, and lowered his voice.

"I heard that our math teacher—you know, the bald-headed drowned ghost from yesterday, Teacher Zhao—was on terrible terms with at least two of the missing teachers. People frequently heard them arguing."

"And, someone spotted Teacher Zhao sneaking off to the administrative building quite often after evening self-study, staying there for a long time. Nobody knows what he goes there to do."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat as they exchanged solemn glances.

Could the disappearance of those teachers be connected to Teacher Zhao?

At that moment, the class bell rang, and the students quickly returned to their seats.

Liang Zhaochao did too.

However, he had only taken a few steps before he hurriedly bolted back.

"Boss Duan Ming, that was just gossip I heard, you can't go around spreading it! Even if it accidentally slips out, absolutely don't say I was the one who told you."

"Relax, I know what I'm doing."

Only then did he leave with peace of mind.

The moment he turned around, however, he bumped right into Baldy Zhao, the math teacher, who was walking in and glaring at him with malicious intent.

"Liang Zhaochao!"

"The class bell has rung and you're still not back in your seat, what are you doing? Do you know anything about respecting your teachers!"

"Get out and stand by the door!!!"