"Little girl, open it."
"Why don't you do it yourself? Always bossing me around, am I your servant or what!"
"I'm a ghost." Chi Jing raised his hands, flipped them around twice, and smiled with his eyes: "It's up to you to do it, little girl, please."
Chuzheng: "..."
Being a ghost is such a big deal, huh!
When you're touching me, aren't you quite capable?
Chuzheng tried to open the box, but it didn't budge, and there wasn't a lock in sight.
Chuzheng's fingertips brushed over the box's patterns, a faint eerie energy flowed between her fingers, as if it was very familiar with her.
Chuzheng withdrew her hand without any change in expression and fetched a fire axe to chop the box.
Chi Jing did not stop her; evidently, it was allowed.
The fire axe struck the box, Chuzheng saw the runes flash as if they blinked twice but soon extinguished, even the patterns became blurry.
The runes had lost their effect.
Chuzheng chopped again, and the box split open in response.
