Hate, the culprit walks free after committing their heinous crime! Hate, corrupt officials protect one another! Hate, in these dark times good people have nowhere to turn!
Hate, scholars are useless and trampled at will! Hate, heaven is blind, and there is no justice in the mortal world!...
Boundless resentment surged over and over in Zeng Wentai's chest.
In the end, the dense grudge spewed from his seven orifices, forming a pitch-black smoke above the Turbid River that was hardly visible to the common eye.
"Ah——!!!!"
He had transformed into a fearsome fierce ghost with bloody tears flowing from his eyes in just the short time it takes to brew a cup of tea!
Resentful ghosts, evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, the stronger the obsession, the more ferocious they are amongst their peers. A fierce ghost, compared to the ordinary wandering souls, is like a battle-hardened soldier compared to an ordinary farmer.
