At 3:15 AM, Lu Zheng was holding Si Lingxi while sleeping, but in the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"There's a ghost!"
In his arms, Si Lingxi didn't open her eyes, just snuggled closer to him and said casually, "Just a mere thousand-year-old little ghost, Ying can deal with it."
Lu Zheng nodded, merely curious, "It's been a long time since any ghost has dared covet the Peach Blossom Temple, where did this ghost come from?"
Si Lingxi curved her lips, "The possibility of a coincidence is low, it's very likely coming for Ying. The Peach Blossom Temple is located in the countryside, yet it has quite a lot of incense and candle offerings."
When there is gain, there must be loss.
