The complaints of the little ghost were unexpectedly heard by the ghost leader. ...
The ghost leader's face twisted with anger as he floated over. The whip in his hand lashed out and struck the little ghost, "Insect, how dare you speak ill of the Ghost King?!"
As he spoke, the ghost leader's whip danced through the air, cutting the little ghost into an ethereal state. With one more strike, the little ghost would be completely dispersed.
"Today is the Ghost King's birthday. It's not appropriate for killing. I'll spare your dog life until tomorrow!" The ghost leader's voice was cold as he kicked the semi-conscious little ghost out of the door.
The little ghost was sent flying by the kick and landed far away from the castle.
Scrambling to his feet, the little ghost's face was filled with terror. "It's over, it's over! I, Greinweil, have been cautious and careful for so many years, and I actually committed such a heinous crime today!"