Qing Yang cursed as he said: "I was born to be a beast, what clothes do I need? Now that you've become younger, I can't call you brother. Yiran, from now on, call me uncle."
He stepped into the tree hole, donned a sheepskin cloak, and came out.
However, in the eyes of other villagers, a green sheepskin cloak floated out from the tree hole.—Qing Yang had passed away, transformed into an evil spirit, usually unseen, only visible to them when Qing Yang wanted it. But seeing Qing Yang usually happens at night when the evil spirit Qing Yang roams around causing mischief.
"Is this your own skin tanned?"
Du Yiran touched the sheepskin cloak, curiously said, "The tanning is good, make one for me too."
"Sure, after I die, you can peel my skin off to make yourself a coat! This is my dad's skin!"
