"I am a Hell Messenger, Lord Black Impermanence."
Ming Yanghua rolled his eyes, about to faint.
Lord Black Impermanence coldly ordered, "Don't you dare faint."
Ming Yanghua, who was on the verge of fainting from his overwhelming fear of ghosts, yet clinging to his will not to faint, remained silent.
Lord Black Impermanence moved with the speed of the wind, drifting from his left side to his right, a ghostly voice whispering in his ear, "If you faint, I'll claim your life."
Oh Mommy!
He pinched his thigh hard, using all his strength, pain keeping him alert, pain filling his eyes with tears, pain making him forget that he was once a pampered rich kid, suddenly becoming— a coward, "I'll burn you all the money you want, just don't keep haunting me..." He was about to cry! He had been afraid of ghosts since he was a child, genuinely scared!