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Every single day, I'd walk around naked in front of this guy, because he literally couldn't see me. I was just a broke-go squatting in his place for free. But one day mid-street, he suddenly got a nosebleed. I thought he'd finally seen me, but he just grabbed a tissue and wiped it off. Like nothing happened, I let out the biggest sigh of relief. I figured he was just running hot lately, and honestly, that made me even bolder. That night, a huge storm rolled in. I was terrified of thunder when I was alive, and death didn't fix that. When a massive crack of thunder hit, I panicked and phased straight through the wall into the master bedroom. I watched him sleeping peacefully and tried to hold it together, but the thunder won. So I quietly slipped under the covers from the foot of the bed. The bed was huge, so I hugged the edge, staying as far from him as I could. But the warmth coming off him was like a little sun, slowly thawing out my frozen ghost body. It felt so good. I relaxed without even realizing it and drifted off to sleep. Next morning, I woke up and found I'd somehow ended up lying on top of him, and he was still out cold. Though something under the covers was definitely poking me, I took one look at that handsome face and bolted before he could wake up. After that, every stormy night when my spirit felt weak, I'd sneak into his bed. He never reacted once, which confirmed it. He was just a completely oblivious, regular guy. Little by little, I started treating this place like it was actually my home. Until my best friend Sue Man showed up. She was a fellow broke girl I'd met working at a convenience store. When she heard I'd scored a free mansion, she was beyond jealous and had to come see it herself. I couldn't say no, so I brought her in. Oh my, oh my god! Shaxiow, how do you always find the best spots? This place blows that dump we used to stay at completely out of the water. She floated to the center of the living room and took a deep breath. Wow, the energy in here is so intense, Shaxiow. You seriously live here every single day? Obviously, and there are free offerings on top of that. I'm telling you, the guy is totally clueless. He never catches on. She drifted around the room, dripping with envy. Eyes darting everywhere. Then suddenly, she pointed up at an abstract painting on the living room wall. Hey, Shaxiow, can you make any sense of that painting? I don't know, it feels weirdly familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. I looked where she was pointing. To me, it was just decoration. Doll colors, twisted lines, nothing visually appealing about it. Abstract art, you know? Not getting it is pretty standard. No wait, I don't think that's just a regular painting. This whole place is way too clean, not even a trace of ghost energy anywhere. Why is he home so early today? Suman jumped to, instantly floating to my side, eyes locked on the door. He walked in, same cold composed look as always. He walked right past us like we weren't even there and headed straight to the kitchen. Probably just grabbing some water. See? Just a rich, regular dude. He can't see us, but Suman was frozen. Eyes glued to his back, her spirit trembling slightly. You, you never once thought to ask who actually lives here? What's there to ask? He's just some rich, good-looking, normal guy. Normal rich guy? I sniffed hard. All I got was that calming, woody scent. Nothing out of the ordinary. Shaoxi outfocus and look at his soul light. Suman was practically screaming at this point. I poured all my spirit energy into looking, and the air around him was quietly warping. A faint, dark, purple halo flickered in and out. Deep as the void of outer space. It radiated an overwhelming, indescribable power. And it chilled my soul, instantly. A primal terror rooted in life and death itself clamped around me like an invisible hand. Who is he? My voice came out shaking. The guy you've been living with is the highest ranking official in the entire underworld. He holds the book of life and death and wields the judge's brush. He's the number one under the Northern Thai Emperor. If he sneezes, the entire underworld shakes. And you've been eating his offerings. Sleeping in his bed and streaking in front of him. Thomsha one under the Northern Thai Emperor. Those words detonated in my mind like one thunderclap after another. Eating his offerings. Sleeping in his bed. Every single thing I'd done these past few months. Flashed before me like a highlight reel. Turns out I'd been messing with the king of hell himself. I slowly turned my head. Stiff is a rusted bolt. At some point he had stopped pouring water. He turned around and stood tall, glass still in hand. That's when it hit me. He'd been pretending not to see me this whole time. Now that his cover was blown. He looked at me and Suman with a slow, smug grin. So you figured it out. Boring. I froze, he could see us. He always could see us. Suman had completely collapsed beside me. The official smirk only deepened. He didn't even glance at the nearly dissolved Suman. His eyes stayed locked on me. I tried to back away on instinct, but my spirit was frozen in place like it was in invisible chains. Couldn't move an inch. All I could do was watch as he closed in. That suffocating aura pressing down on everything. So did you enjoy the offerings? I opened my mouth and nothing came out. He didn't seem to expect an answer. He just kept going. How was sleeping in my bed? Nice and comfortable. I was so terrified my spirit nearly came apart right there. And my place, you seemed pretty at home here, didn't you? That last part was definitely about the streaking. I completely lost it. My spirit curled in on itself. Arms wrapped tight around me. I wanted to sink through the floor and never face him again. But somehow I forced out a tiny broken sound. Couldn't get any more pathetic than this. He watched me fall apart in silence, not saying a word. The living room went quiet. Nothing but the faint hum of my unstable spirit. Your friends pretty shaken up, huh? I spun around to look at Suman. Her spirit had faded to almost nothing. If this kept up, she might actually dissolve from pure fear. Sir, please, this has nothing to do with her. I'm the one who brought her here. Do whatever you want to me. Just please let her go. She didn't know anything.