"A few little ghosts... shouldn't have made her this fat, right?"
Her originally pointed chin was gone. A double chin, forcibly stretched out by fat, had turned her small face into a perfectly round one.
If Mute's aura hadn't remained the same, Ying Lin would have suspected Pei Ye had swapped her out for a massive fatty just to mess with him.
"Do you remember the Fake Yin Messenger you ate last time?" Pei Ye asked.
The yin soul that attacked her last night was much stronger than the one Ying Lin had eaten. After feeding it all to Mute, the yin energy was so abundant that gaining weight was completely normal.
"AHHH—That's so disloyal! You didn't call me for such a great midnight snack!" Ying Lin felt wronged.
Last time he begged Pei Ye for the second Fake Yin Messenger, she said she needed to keep it as evidence. Yet last night, she had crushed so many and fed them all to Mute!
