After eating and drinking their fill, the two of them rested enough before they saw Jing Xiangyang walking slowly from the direction of the ghost house.
If it were a different scene, it would undoubtedly look like a nighttime ghost drawing.
Jing Xiangyang seemed completely drained of energy, devoid of spirit, and trudged to the front of the two of them. He plopped down and, without any image, guzzled the ice water in front of Lin Junyang.
Lin Junyang raised an eyebrow, teased, "Hey, Jing Xiangyang, did a female ghost possess you in the ghost house and suck out all your energy?"
"Lin Junyang, you're just too much. It was already something that you took Xiao Xiao, the goddess, away halfway, but if you were taking her, you could have at least invited me along," Jing Xiangyang's voice was hoarse, and one could imagine what he had gone through that day.
Xiao Xiao looked down and chuckled, trying her best not to look too gleeful over others' misfortunes.
