"You... you..." The Clan Leader of the Pheasant Tribe felt he was about to die of anger,
What's up with this ghost?
Do you have to antagonize me?
Ghost!
Can't you handle things rationally?
Whoever held a grudge against you in life, go find them.
Why come after me?
The Pheasant Tribe members looked at the Clan Leader, unsure what to say. Clan Leader, how did you end up so unlucky?
Of all people to provoke, you ended up with such a capricious ghost?
... Watching the Clan Leader and members of the Pheasant Tribe looking troubled, the little one curled a corner of her mouth, feeling joyful and pleased.
"Ghost, may I ask..."
"Hold on." The little one called out, "You have to call me Ancestor."
"..."
The Pheasant Tribe Clan Leader was stunned, but with no choice, he had to lower his head and call out, "Ancestor, what must I do for you to release me?"
The Pheasant Tribe Clan Leader brought the elder to the Bear Tribe, thinking his good days were about to begin.
