"I didn't kill you, didn't kill you! Please, spare me!"
"You stood before me and drove the sickle into my heart... I recognize you."
Lan You'an shook her neck, gritting her teeth, and let out a light, angry voice.
"I...I..."
"I bore no hatred towards you, why did you kill me?"
"What exactly do you want?" Liu Cui suddenly opened her eyes, staring at Lan You'an in fear and anger: "I've already burned a lot of money for you, you should have a good life down there, why come for me!"
"I miss my family, I yearn for the living world."
"Then, you should reincarnate early and start anew!"
"Tell me, why did you kill me?" Lan You'an suddenly reached out and tightened her grip on Liu Cui's throat.
Her hand was ice-cold, like a piece of ice.
A wave of coldness rushed from Lan You'an's palm, instantly spreading through Liu Cui's body.
It's said that ghosts have no body temperature...
She really was a ghost!
Her hand, so cold, so cold.
