Zhang Huaping often listened to her professional ghost-exorcist friends chatting. They likened the ghost's eerie and oppressive feeling to a heavy weight pressing on the heart.
And before her eyes.
If this uniform wave of smiles were to be weighed by the pressure on the heart.
She felt the weight of this smile to be a full three hundred pounds.
Creepy.
However, Zhang Huaping was ultimately professional, with an extremely strong mentality.
Years of tomb diving and demon hunting, dealing with all sorts of ghost incidents in Pingchang City, these life-and-death experiences told her:
The more you're afraid of ghosts, the quicker you die.
So she usually wouldn't show a shocked expression, unless she couldn't help it.
At this moment, it was just a mere surprise.
She quickly regained her composure, even showing a gentle smile and nodding to those strange fellows in the manor.
Then she acted as if nothing had happened and continued her work, hauling boxes to the manor's entrance.
