Bai Zhi'er's soft and glutinous voice carried anger.
"You died suddenly, but you shouldn't harm others! When Zhi Bao catches you, I'll tear you into strips and fry you into crispy pieces!"
With that, the little one lifted her tiny feet and started searching along the corridor.
The wind carried a putrid scent.
And a charcoal smell that mortals couldn't detect.
This wicked fierce ghost must have died in a fire.
Resentment soared to the sky.
Bai Zhi'er furrowed her little brows, full of disdain.
"It smells so stinky!"
Almost everyone was at Prince Kang's main courtyard helping out.
The little one came to the backyard, where the eerie wind howled as if warning her.
The lanterns under the corridor swayed continuously, flickering on and off.
The candle flames inside seemed as if they might go out at any moment.
Bai Zhi'er listened to the ghostly wailing in the wind.
Her small nose made a childish snort.
Did the bad thing still want to scare her?
