It was a perfectly normal answer.
Zheng Xiu asked.
Feng Bei answered.
But in this atmosphere, the simple exchange took on a paranormal feel.
[Feng Bei's answer unleashes a tidal wave in your mind.]
[You are scared out of your wits.]
[Doubt and terror churn within you!]
[Is this Feng Bei a Human or a ghost?]
It was pretty terrifying.
Master Zheng quickly exited the Ghostly Realm, had the on-duty Prison Guard pour him a pot of tea, and took a sip to calm his nerves.
Zheng Xiu hesitated, wondering if he should summon Zizi and the others to the prison late at night for a shoulder and back massage.
Having some activity in the real world, the feeling of Skillful Hands kneading his shoulders, back, and legs, would reduce his sense of immersion and dilute the horror and strangeness.
It was like someone who was a coward but loved horror movies, so they'd play a scary movie on one screen and an action movie on another, letting them balance each other out.
