Someone delivered a jade pendant. Wen Yan turned and came to Chen Qimo's doorstep, looking at the red skirt ghost sitting on the stone stool.
This guy, dressed in a red dress, red shoes, looking pretty sturdy, a full goatee on his face—even with only half his body left, he still seemed rather fierce.
"I told them you're my informant, makes things simpler this way. Come in first, the jade can nourish souls, at least help you maintain your current state. The rest, we'll talk about later."
The red skirt ghost didn't hesitate—he'd come here expecting to go down with Big Head Ghost anyway, so whether he died or not wasn't such a big deal to him anymore.
Just now, when he showed up, the Scorching Sun Department people wanted to take him in—he couldn't even be bothered to resist.
He was pretty much on the brink of dissipating anyway.
He could even understand—half a fierce ghost popping up out of nowhere, of course Scorching Sun Department would put safety first.
