What on earth is going on here?
Is it the manager's doing again?
Or is it that little brat?
The atmosphere turned awkwardly eerie.
One human and one ghost stared at each other.
After a long moment, Shen Ruosui finally asked, "Where do you want me to take you, to what peach grove?"
The ghostly woman's head floated in mid-air, nodding vigorously, her long hair dancing in the air...
Shen Ruosui: "..."
If it weren't for my strong resolve, anyone else would have been scared unconscious.
"So how did you end up on Wuling Mountain?"
Shen Ruosui couldn't figure out how a ghost with just a head could appear in the spiritually rich Wuling Mountain.
"￥#@#￥@#￥@!!!"
The ghost spoke a string of gibberish that Shen Ruosui couldn't understand at all.
She pinched her brow and helplessly continued to ask, "Did you die on Wuling Mountain, or... were you originally a disciple of Wuling Mountain?"
