"I can't give it to you either; it seems quite formidable. I've decided to make it and Xiaoqing brothers." Ye Tian was fully embracing the rascal spirit.
"Do you know what this bird is called?"
"What is it called?"
"It's called a ghostly bird."
"Ghostly bird? What does that mean?" Ye Tian felt that this name did not sound auspicious at all.
"This ghostly bird is a bird from Hell, quite rare in the Human World. I only have nine."
"Nine is not a lot? You said they are rare, do you really think this is like buying pigeons at a market?" Ye Tian scorned the old man, truly a case of human greed knows no bounds.
"Of course, it's not many, I have many things to handle."
"What exactly do you do?" Ye Tian noticed the sky was gradually brightening; it seemed the rain was about to end.
Such a heavy thunderstorm, and here I am on the mountain, feels like I'm asking to be struck by lightning.
"I, well, catch ghosts."
"Ah? Heavenly Master Zhongkui?"
