### Chapter 8: What's Your Grandfather's Real Background?

The female ghost stared wordlessly. 

What could I, a maiden ghost, possibly do to you? 

Don't you remember what you did last night? 

She shook her head, maintaining her aloof silence. 

Xu Yang bristled with anger. 

Clutching the blanket around his waist, he hopped off the couch and dangled a white lace thong from his fingertip. "Still denying it? Then explain this!" 

The female ghost: "..." 

She blinked at the garment. 

Wasn't this left behind by those shameless women last night? 

"Cat got your tongue?" Xu Yang sneered, never imagining this icy ghost would wear such... 

Wait. 

Do ghosts even need underwear? 

And certainly not this flimsy type? 

Fragmented memories surfaced—being half-carried home by Zhang Li and Yu Xiao... 

"Holy hell!" 

"Did those women... take advantage of me?" 

The female ghost flicked her wrist. 

A blank sheet floated onto the coffee table. 

She bit off her fingertip and began writing in blood: 

[You were drunk. They brought you home.] 

[Relax—I scared them off before anything happened.] 

Xu Yang exhaled in relief... 

...mixed with inexplicable disappointment. What a wasted opportunity! 

Then again, those barflies might've been disease-ridden. Better safe than sorry. 

He watched the ghost press her severed finger back into place, twitching at the sight. 

Since when do spectral beings bleed? This was pure theatrics—the blood characters dissolved into mist after delivering their message. 

A hangover throbbed behind Xu Yang's temples. 

As he grabbed his clothes, he complained, "Can't I get some privacy? Haven't you heard of propriety between men and women?" 

The ghost hesitated. 

Should a Ghost King obey mortal demands? That'd undermine her dignity! 

Black hair swirling, she scribbled midair: 

[Already saw everything last night... Unimpressive.] 

"!!!" 

Xu Yang ripped off the blanket with dramatic flair— 

The ghost vaporized into smoke with a shriek. 

"HA!" 

Xu Yang crowed, "Who's scared now—?" 

*Ding!* 

[Ghost frightened. +100 Virtue Points.] 

The system alert froze him mid-gloat. 

**System Interface** 

**[Name]**: Xu Yang 

**[Age]**: 22 

**[Cultivation]**: None 

**[Techniques]**: None 

**[Treasures]**: None 

**[Virtue Points]**: 300 

**[Storage]**: 10m³ (+) 

Xu Yang's breath hitched. The webnovel tropes were real! 

No starter gift pack though? Unforgivable! 

Dressed and munching breakfast, he pondered how to farm more points. His gaze kept drifting to the ghost. 

*Scaring her with my... equipment worked before. But flashing random spirits?* He shuddered at the mental image. 

The phone shattered his scheming. Detective Wang's gruff voice demanded an urgent meeting. 

**Twenty Minutes Later** 

The detective played security footage of shadowy figures loading a bundle into a car. "We identified the license plate... but higher-ups shut down the investigation." 

Xu Yang's fist clenched. "My grandfather's bones are still missing!" 

Detective Wang leaned forward intently. "Xu Yang—what was your grandfather *really* involved in?"