Chapter Seventy: The Luxurious Giant Ship

Before the middle-aged man could react, Xiao Zi had already parasitized his body. He rummaged through the pockets and found four tickets for the ship—likely belonging to the man’s family. But to Xiao Zi, they held little meaning. After handing one to Wang Hui, he destroyed the other three without a second thought.

“Let’s go. Board the ship,” Xiao Zi said, his smile wicked.

“Boss, the Lighthouse Nation is powerful. Are you sure we’re heading there?”

“Who said the ship must follow its original route?” Xiao Zi’s single retort silenced the Clown.

Indeed, with Xiao Zi’s current strength, altering a ship’s course would be child’s play.

Wang Hui donned a luxurious suit and followed Xiao Zi, boarding the vessel directly. He intended to transform this ship into a terrifying ghost sail.

Upon boarding, Xiao Zi realized calling it a “ship” was almost an insult. It was more like a fortress rising from the sea, its opulence far exceeding anything he had imagined.

His prior profession had exposed him to grand spectacles—the world’s elite tycoons had been his clients. Yet, seeing this place, those billionaires seemed insignificant.

The entire ship was adorned with golden fountains at every turn and statues of all kinds lined the walkways. The dignitaries passing by were all bedecked in jewels and finery.

It was hard to fathom that such a small nation could nurture so many super-rich.

This, however, meant nothing to Xiao Zi. Wealth was only useful to humans. In his presence, those without power were merely tools to fuel his harvest of fear.

Using his heightened senses, he surveyed the ship. It was astonishing—a vessel of this size housed fewer than two hundred people. Aside from ordinary passengers, there was one Grade B Ghost Master, three Grade C Ghost Masters, and several unnamed Grade D Ghost Masters.

The presence of Ghost Masters among the passengers didn’t surprise Xiao Zi. These tycoons were aware of supernatural entities, so hiring Ghost Masters as bodyguards was commonplace.

Yet, he hadn’t expected their ranks to be so high. He’d never encountered a Grade B Ghost Master in that small nation, and now one had come here to serve as a bodyguard.

These protectors were indeed formidable by local standards, but before Xiao Zi…

Grade B was merely slightly troublesome for him now.

Still, considering his actions aboard the ship, he decided against exposing himself by using powers. He would simply remain parasitized within the middle-aged man and wait for his moment.

As he pondered this, an elegantly dressed woman approached.

“Mr. Li, may I ask who this person beside you is?” she inquired.

Xiao Zi turned, realizing she was speaking to him, and smiled. “My friend’s child, accompanying me for experience.”

The lady seemed to understand, nodding. “I see.”

In her mind, Wang Hui was now branded as an illegitimate child.

While they spoke, she looked up at the sky. “The moonlight tonight is beautiful.”

Xiao Zi followed her gaze. The sky appeared stained with blood, exuding an eerie, unsettling atmosphere. The once bright moon had vanished, replaced by a blood-red crescent, even redder than its surroundings. If one looked closely, the crimson shroud enveloping the moon seemed to shift ever so slowly.

“This world has changed so much. Do you know what those foolish masses are saying?”

“What are they saying?” Xiao Zi was curious.

With the world so twisted, regardless of official statements, surely ordinary people sensed something was amiss.

“They claim the sun and moon have merged, that ultraviolet rays refract through the atmosphere, coloring the clouds and moon blood-red. And the reason things around us become strange is because prolonged lack of sunlight causes hallucinations.”

She covered her mouth as she finished, laughing.

Such is humanity—capable of deriving pleasure from the misery of their own kind without psychological burden.

Xiao Zi felt bored and intended to leave, planning to orchestrate a few terrifying events that night. But the lady blocked his path.

“I see the young man is of age now, ready for marriage, isn’t he? The owner of Age Jewel has a daughter, and he’s preparing to integrate fully into our upper circle by marrying her off.

You know, small-time owners can’t compare to you, but if his daughter were to marry this young man…”

She hadn’t finished, but Xiao Zi understood. It was simply a matter of business marriage.

Likely, a new tycoon had suddenly amassed wealth and entered their circle, but found himself out of place among the established elite. So, he hoped to trade his daughter for favor.

Honestly, having reached this point in life, Xiao Zi wondered if such people could even be called human anymore.

Xiao Zi looked mischievously at Wang Hui, surprised to find his expression grave. After a long pause, Wang Hui finally asked, “How does she look?”

Well, when it came to matters of the flesh, Wang Hui never disappointed.

The lady, hearing this, smiled and immediately showed Wang Hui a photo on her phone. “It’s settled then. At tonight’s banquet, the young people will meet.”

After she departed, Wang Hui calmly wiped blood from his nose. “Boss, I have a flawless plan.”

“Oh? What plan?” Xiao Zi instinctively sensed nothing good would come from this.

“Look, there’s a banquet soon, right? We attend naturally. Then, midway through, someone suddenly dies. That’ll cause panic, and we can slowly terrify them…”

Xiao Zi nodded after hearing Wang Hui’s proposal.

The method of inducing fear didn’t matter—only the outcome. As long as he turned this ship into a horrifying ghost sail and used it to spread his terror, the goal would be achieved. The rest was inconsequential.

Wang Hui withheld another detail from Xiao Zi—he hoped that when the beauty became frightened, she’d need a man to protect her. With his connection to Xiao Zi, he’d be safe, and then…

Hehehe.

“Wang Hui, what’s with that sleazy expression?”

“Nothing… nothing.”

After the lady left, she approached a middle-aged man and a beautiful young maiden.

“Old Zhang, I’ve handled the matter you asked. When we reach the Lighthouse Nation, you must protect me.”

The man merely nodded. “Rest assured.”

Once she left, Old Zhang looked down at the maiden. “Are you sure he’s the Malignant Wraith?”

“Don’t worry. When I swept through Qianyou Town, I saw the photos. It’s definitely him. The Malignant Wraith, though I didn’t expect such a commotion and that he wouldn’t even change his appearance.”

“Hmm, seems that so-called Mr. Li has already been controlled. When the time comes, I’ll gather everyone in our team and eliminate him, then extort Mr. Li for a hefty sum.”