Is it thrilling? I gotta say, it really is.
Just thinking about a little brat-like, semi-transparent spectre running around in my bedroom while I'm asleep gives even me, Huai Shi, the shivers.
It's like I've stumbled into the wrong movie set.
I always thought this world was quite fantastical, but I never expected it to evolve into a style blending mystery and horror.
How could it be that, even after arriving in Yingzhou, someone had implanted a monitor right in my chest?
Twenty-four hours of deep, intimate surveillance.
The thought of some sinister being always keeping an eye on my back, and on my wallet, makes my heart twitch. I can't help but shudder with cold—when will this tool of a person finally stand up...
After habitually going through a set of fist forms, just as he was about to add a few more comments, Huai Shi heard his door being knocked.
He hung up the phone amidst Tong Ji's utterly unreliable blessings.
