After the accident, everyone discussed how there were no Ghost Messengers monitoring, and since the place was eerie, we might as well slack off a bit for safety.
Right at that moment, no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea since the Little Ghost Cultivator self-exploded, and we hadn't moved far, we suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice shouting: 'Why did you leave me behind and go? What are you all gathering here for?'
I turned my head——it was the Little Ghost Cultivator who had exploded, long dead and disappeared, yet he returned!"
Jiang Yuan suddenly felt a chill down his back; listening to the Ghost Cultivator's "ghost stories" was really quite terrifying.
"What?!" Qu Luming almost crushed his teacup, not quite believing what he heard, and asked again: "Are you sure it's him? Could it be some sort of magic? Or a magical treasure... no that's not right, he self-exploded, impossible to save."
