39: Chapter 39 Ghostly Scroll? Building a house in the middle of the night? This construction site is shady!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Inside the pitch-black and deep elevator shaft, a sinister wind howled, as if it were a passageway leading to Hell.

Two streams of light were ascending upwards at an astonishing speed.

"Slow... slow down! It's too fast! I'm going to throw up!"

Zhou Mingyue was being carried by the back of her collar by Chu Ling like a little chick. Her whole body was suspended in mid-air, her legs kicking wildly. Looking at the bottomless black hole beneath her feet, she screamed in terror.

This was much more thrilling than a roller coaster!

This was free-flying without any protective measures!

In comparison, Su Yang's treatment was practically imperial.

He was held tightly in Su Qingcheng's arms by her lotus-root-like arms, his back pressed against her cool yet soft body.

Although she was a ghost, the Red-Clothed Ghost General's body had solidified to the extreme.

That sensation was like holding a piece of high-quality cool jade; it was both cooling and comfortable.

Especially the faint, ghostly fragrance that drifted into his nostrils, making Su Yang unable to help but take a deep breath.

"Qingcheng, your flying skills are quite good. If you ever lose your job in the future, you could go deliver food; nobody would ever dare give you a bad review."

Su Yang even had the leisure to tease her, one hand resting dishonestly on the back of Su Qingcheng's hand, gently stroking it.

"Master is joking."

Su Qingcheng breathed like an orchid against his ear, her voice soft and tender.

"As long as Master likes it, Qingcheng is willing to carry you and fly for a lifetime... anywhere is fine."

"Even... Paradise, oh."

"Ahem, let's skip that one; I still want to live a few more years."

Su Yang coughed dryly. Feeling the deadly temptation by his ear, the Golden Core within him began to stir again.

This temptress was truly seducing him into committing a crime at every moment.

"We've arrived."

Following Chu Ling's icy reminder.

The two streams of light decelerated abruptly, then landed lightly on a concrete floor slab filled with gravel and steel bars.

Jinding Building, top floor.

This place was over two hundred meters above the ground, with no walls around, only bare concrete pillars.

The night wind became exceptionally violent here, blowing clothes until they snapped loudly, as if it could sweep people off at any moment.

"Ugh—"

As soon as Zhou Mingyue landed, she leaned against a pillar and started retching, her legs weak, unable to stand straight at all.

"Have some backbone."

Su Yang walked over, patted her back, and casually channeled a wisp of True Qi to help calm her churning stomach.

"Look at this night view, how beautiful."

He walked to the edge of the floor, overlooking Jiangzhou City beneath his feet.

Ten thousand lights, flickering neon, and traffic like a tapestry.

A feeling of "reaching the summit and viewing all the mountains as small" welled up spontaneously.

However, above this bustling night scene, the building they were in was like an isolated island—dead silent, cold, and completely out of place with the world below.

"It is beautiful... but this wind is a bit strong..."

Zhou Mingyue recovered slightly, glanced cautiously at her feet, and was immediately hit by a wave of dizziness.

She raised her phone and forced a smile at the camera.

"Family... we are now on the rooftop... that just now... that was a special effect! Yes! A special effect!"

She didn't dare say she was brought up by a zombie, so she could only speak vaguely.

The live stream chat was scrolling rapidly:

[What kind of special effect is that! I just saw that ancient-costume beauty's feet didn't even touch the ground!]

[Host, don't lie to me, is there really such a thing as Qinggong in this world?]

[Master Su's move was so cool! A 'hugging beauty kill'?]

[This place looks so eerie, Host, watch your back!]

Just then. Clang— Clang—

A crisp knocking sound suddenly rang out on the silent rooftop.

The sound had a rhythm, as if someone was using a hammer to beat against steel bars.

"Is someone there?"

Zhou Mingyue was startled and instinctively hid behind Su Yang.

"Why would there be workers working in the middle of the night?"

"Workers?"

Su Yang narrowed his eyes, peering through the pitch-black night towards the other end of the floor.

In his vision, that place was not pitch black, but... bustling with noise!

He saw that on the scaffolding not far away, there were actually dozens of "people" busy working.

They were wearing tattered camouflage uniforms and yellow hard hats; some were moving bricks, some were tying steel bars, and some were pushing wheelbarrows.

It looked just like a normal night construction site.

But... if you looked closely, you would realize.

That worker moving bricks had a flattened head, as if it had been crushed by a heavy object.

The one tying steel bars had a rusty steel bar stuck in its chest, with blood still dripping down.

The one pushing the cart only had an upper body, its lower body empty and floating in the air.

They mechanically repeated the actions from when they were alive, their faces devoid of any expression, only numbness and hollowness.

"This... this is..."

Zhou Mingyue followed Su Yang's gaze, saw the scene clearly in the faint moonlight, and covered her mouth, almost screaming out loud.

"Ghost... ghost coworkers?!"

"In this day and age, are ghosts this competitive too? Working overtime even after death?"

Su Yang was also a bit speechless.

He had seen fierce ghosts demanding lives and lustful ghosts molesting people, but this was his first time seeing ghosts diligently building a house in the middle of the night.

"Earth-bound spirits."

Chu Ling, beside him, spoke coldly. As a Thousand-Year Corpse King, she was most familiar with such things.

"When these people died, their obsession was too deep, or they were cursed by someone. Their Souls are trapped here, repeating the work they did before they died day after day, never to be reincarnated."

"Obsession?"

Su Yang shook his head. "I think they're just used to being exploited."

"Let's go, let's go over and greet these model workers."

Su Yang swaggered over.

"Hey! You there! Wear your hard hat properly!"

Su Yang shouted at the ghost with the flattened head.

The ghost paused, slowly turned around, and a confused expression appeared on its bloodied, mangled face.

"Hard... hat?"

It touched its flattened head, seemingly pondering how to wear a hat.

"And you! That steel bar is inserted crookedly!"

Su Yang pointed at the ghost with the steel bar in its chest.

"Working like this, how can you guarantee the quality of the project? Tofu-dreg projects are created exactly because of you guys!"

Su Yang's shout immediately stunned the group of ghost coworkers.

They stopped their work.

Dozens of pale, hollow eyes looked at Su Yang in unison.

The scene was, for a moment, extremely awkward and terrifying.

"Are you... the supervisor?"

A ghost wearing a blue vest, looking like a Foreman Ghost, floated over.

It held a blueprint in its hand; its entire face looked like it had been burned by fire, charred black, with only two white eyeballs visible.

"Supervisor?"

Su Yang put his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, with the air of a leader inspecting work.

"I am the new representative from the client! I'm here to check the progress!"

"What kind of rubbish are you building? This wall is crooked! Tear it down and rebuild it!"

"Cli... client?"

The Foreman Ghost was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of anger appeared on its charred face.

"It's the client again! It's you Vampires again!"

"You withhold wages and don't pay! You make us work overtime every day! And now you want to tear it down and rebuild?!"

"Brothers! Kill him! Brick him into the wall to be a pillar!"

"Roar—!"

Following the Foreman Ghost's order, the dozens of ghost coworkers instantly went berserk.

They threw down the bricks and steel bars in their hands, let out a shrill roar, and rushed towards Su Yang like a pack of mad dogs.

Resentment soared to the heavens!

These were no hardworking laborers; they were clearly a group of evil ghosts oppressed to the extreme, with resentment that could not be dispelled!

"Ouch, quite a temper."

Su Yang looked at the ghost shadows flying all over the sky and shook his head helplessly.

"The quality of workers these days is really poor, always wanting to hit the client at the drop of a hat."

"However..."

A golden light flashed in Su Yang's eyes, and a cold smile curled his lips.

"Want to brick me into the wall? That depends on whether you have the teeth for it!"

"Chu Ling! Teach them a lesson! Teach them what safety production regulations are!"

"Yes, Master."

Chu Ling could no longer hold back. Hearing the order, her figure instantly vanished from where she stood.

Bang!

The next second.

The Foreman Ghost rushing at the very front had its head grabbed by a slender yet powerful hand and was smashed fiercely into the concrete pillar beside it!

Boom!

The concrete pillar instantly shattered. The Foreman Ghost didn't even have time to scream before it was pressed into a specimen.

"Not wearing a hard hat, fine!"

Chu Ling said coldly, then turned and delivered a whip kick, kicking three brick-moving ghosts until their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering occurred.

The Physical Body strength of a Thousand-Year Corpse King, when fighting these ordinary fierce ghosts, was simply a dimensional strike.

Su Qingcheng was not idle either. With a wave of her red sleeves, countless red ribbons flew out like spirit snakes, tying up all the ghost coworkers attempting to sneak an attack from behind like zongzi.

"I'll join in the fun too!"

Su Yang looked at the chaotic construction site and pulled a large iron hammer he had swiped from a crematorium out of his System space.

"Eighty, eighty, eighty!"

Like playing whack-a-mole, with every hammer strike, he flattened an evil ghost.

The large iron hammer, empowered by the Golden Light Curse, was truly a Divine Artifact for physical transcendence.

In less than two minutes.

Dozens of aggressive evil ghosts had been cleaned up completely by this one man and two women, leaving only a floor full of remnant Souls and... that Foreman Ghost pressed into the pillar by Chu Ling.

"Now, can we talk properly?"

Su Yang walked up to the Foreman Ghost, whose body was half-embedded in the pillar, and tapped its head with the iron hammer.

"Yes... yes..."

The Foreman Ghost trembled in fear. It had been a ghost for so long, but this was the first time it had seen a human more ferocious than a ghost.

"What exactly is in this building? Why do you keep building here?"

Su Yang went straight to the point.

"We... we don't know either..."

The Foreman Ghost said with a mournful face.

"After we died, we were trapped here. There is a woman wearing red clothes... she forced us to build the building..."

"She said, as long as the building reaches the top, it can reach the heavens, and we will be able to reincarnate..."

"A woman in red?"

Su Yang's eyes narrowed.

"Where is she?"

"She is... she is under that pillar..."

The Foreman Ghost pointed tremblingly towards the center of the building, at a huge, load-bearing pillar—the only one that had been poured.

That pillar was thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around. Its surface was smooth but faintly exuded a blood-red color, and it was covered with various Talismanic Incantations, looking extremely eerie.

"Living stake?"

These three words instantly popped into Su Yang's mind.

In architectural Feng Shui, there is an extremely evil secret technique: pouring living people into load-bearing pillars to suppress the earth's Qi and ensure the building does not collapse.

"It seems this BOSS is hiding quite deep."

Su Yang dropped the Foreman Ghost, raised the large iron hammer, and walked step by step towards the blood-red load-bearing pillar.

"Mingyue, hide further away."

"Next, I am going to demolish this!"

He walked to the front of the pillar, took a deep breath, his muscles bulging, and the Golden Light Curse burned like flames.

"Open... for me!!!"

Boom!!!

The large iron hammer, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, smashed fiercely into that load-bearing pillar!

Crack—!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, cracks appeared on the incredibly hard concrete pillar!

Immediately after.

A thick, suffocating smell of blood gushed out from the cracks!

Deep within the cracks, a pale hand slowly reached out!