But the fat ghost continued its head-on charge, rapidly closing in on Wen Wen; his forward-facing stance suggested he intended to smear his facial fat all over Wen Wen.
This visage, the greatest hatred he bore at the moment of death, had become even uglier as a ghost. Wen Wen's disdain for his appearance had clearly touched a nerve.
"Damn! Don't be fooled by his bulk; he's really quick on his feet!"
As a ghost, Qin Shuang was supposed to be far more powerful than this one, but the issue was that Wen Wen wasn't accustomed to his ghostly physique and thus couldn't outrun the chubby ghost.
Grinding his teeth, he dropped his handbag and propelled his body forward, punching straight into the belly of the fat ghost.
The fat ghost looked at Wen Wen in bewilderment. What was he up to?
"Brother, if you're gonna blame anyone, blame yourself for not knowing when to quit..."
