On a rare moonlit winter night, Qin Liuxi's side courtyard was unusually bustling.
Atop the wall, a male ghost and a female ghost watched a demon and a ginseng fighting fiercely, silently taking out a white candle to nibble.
The female ghost asked, "Who do you think will lose?"
The male ghost said, "Is there even any suspense? The Little Ginseng Spirit is just a baby, how can it win against the Old Fox?"
"True, I bet the Little Ginseng Spirit is swallowing a bitter pill," the female ghost shook her head and sighed.
The Little Ginseng Spirit had another whisker torn off and sat down on the ground, sobbing loudly: "Waaah, this is so unfair to ginseng!"
What kind of life was it living indeed.
Qi Huang appeared at just the right moment, saw the chaotic medicine garden, and let out an exclamation.
"Little Qi Huang, I missed you so much!" The demon fox saw Qi Huang and rushed over with arms wide open.
