The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

The dilapidated temple, long neglected for years, was eerily quiet; so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Crows were cawing loudly in the trees not far away.

When Feige woke up, she discovered she was a ghost. She was furious and gave Wutang a good beating.

Drifting around this dilapidated temple for days, Feige was incredibly bored.

Fortunately, I don't get hungry and don't need to eat.

With her was another girl; the two of them were keeping each other company—or rather, two ghosts. Although they didn't talk much, they seemed alright.

At night, Feige would drift around, but she wouldn't go out; she would just drift in the dilapidated temple, and then she would disappear during the day.

It was nighttime, the moon was huge, and there were many stars. Feige sat by the door, gazing at the night sky. She had adjusted to the night and had had enough fun these past few days.

Feige released Wutang, and seeing how badly she had beaten Wutang, Feige felt happy.

After Wu Tang came out, she refused to watch Fei Ge and was even angry.

"Hey, I'm not even angry anymore, but you're still angry?" Feige said with a laugh.

"Hmph, Master, you're so mean," Wu Tang pouted.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry anymore, be good," Feige soothed Wutang's fur.

"Humph"

Feige handed an egg to Wutang, saying, "Eat it."

Wu Tang was happy. After Wu Tang finished eating the egg, Fei Ge asked with a smile.

"Tell me what happened."

"Master, aren't you done playing?"

"Enough fun, time to get down to business."

"Master, you now have 900 energy points."

"okay"

Feige grabbed Wutang's hair and ruffled it; it was so much fun.

"Master, if you keep rubbing it, you'll go bald!"

"It's not my hair, it's fine."

"Master, you can't do this! I'll be so ugly if I go bald!" Wu Tang protested.

"How dare you say that? I was either born from a grave, an old lady, or a widow, and now I'm a ghost! Are you asking for a beating? I haven't hit you in ages, I've been too good to you, haven't I?"

After Feige finished speaking, he released Wutang.

"Master, how can you say that? When the mission came, I just took you with me. I didn't expect this! Oh my, Master, you're so kind of you, how can you dwell on such a small thing?"

"Stop flattering me and get down to business, or I won't take you out to eat next time," Fei Ge said unhappily.

"Understood, Master. I'll explain in detail now."

Another ghost arrived. She could see Wu Tang. Of course, Wu Tang had done it; they couldn't let Fei Ge, or rather, just one ghost, talk to herself.

"Master, it's like this. The original owner was only 18 years old when a wealthy man in town took a liking to her and snatched her away to be his concubine. This wealthy man is already over 70 years old, almost old enough to be her great-grandfather, but he's still not satisfied. He often snatches young and beautiful women to show off his vigor."

"How many concubines does this old geezer have?" Fei Ge rolled her eyes.

"30"

"He won't die from exhaustion."

"That's right, you old codger," Wu Tang said, drawing circles on the ground.

"Go on," Feige said, giving Wutang another egg.

Wu Tang held the egg and smiled happily.

"The original owner was washing clothes by the river when the old bastard happened to pass by and saw her. There were more than a dozen people washing clothes at the time, all of them young girls. The old bastard took a liking to her and ordered his men to grab her. As a result, the original owner fell into the water, but she could swim and swam away."

Then, the old bastard, unwilling to give up, inquired everywhere and found her home address. He then went to kidnap her. She had a 60-year-old father at home. The original owner could be said to have had her late in life, and the couple cherished her very much. Her mother had passed away a long time ago, leaving her father and her to depend on each other. That day, her father resisted and was beaten to death by the old bastard, who then took the original owner away.

That very night, he defiled the original owner of the body. Once freed, the original owner hanged herself.

"Oh, what a tragedy. I hope that old codger will die soon," Feige said, looking at the sky.

"Exactly, what a jerk! He's so old, yet he still bullies a young girl. Ugh, what an old bastard." Wu Tang peeled the egg and slowly ate it.

Feige pulled another female ghost down to sit.

"Come on, tell me what happened."

"What is there to say? This life is over. In the next life, I don't want to be a woman. I want to be a tree, swaying in the wind, growing strong, and enjoying the natural scenery. That's enough for me," the female ghost said with a smile.

"Tell me how you died. We've known each other for days, so tell me. You've already heard everything about me."

"All right"

“I’m 21, and I was forced to marry him. The man is just a 10-year-old child. His family just wanted someone to take care of him.”

"Are you sick in the head? Who is this person?" Wu Tang was angry.

"The Liu family in town"

"None of them are good stuff," Wu Tang said angrily.

"The master took a fancy to me, so he wanted to take advantage of me. His son was so young, and he felt it was a pity. So he took advantage of me when I had free time to bully me. The madam saw it and was very angry, so she slapped me."

"Why should you be blamed for this man's mistake?" Feige rolled her eyes.

“She was furious, so she put poison in the bun. She had just brought it to me when her son came over. He was hungry from playing, so he snatched the bun, ate it in one bite, and then died. Then I was beaten to death, supposedly to make her son pay for his death.”

"Tsk tsk tsk, how shameless, what a weird woman!" Fei Ge stood up.

"It's almost dawn, we have to go," Feige said with a smile.

Wu Tang entered the space, and Fei Ge and the female ghost disappeared.