"Are you crazy? What kind of story could a ghost possibly have?"
Yu Changxin just wanted to leave this wretched place; he couldn't stand being here for another second. The mere thought of rolling around in the sheets with a hideous ghost just moments ago made his skin break out in disgusted goosebumps. All of his previously pleasurable memories had mutated into exponentially magnified repulsion.
The lingering romance between a human and a ghost only happened in mythological love stories. When played out in reality, it was pure horror.
"Please, hurry up and capture it! Make its soul scatter and cease to exist!"
Yu Changxin's desperate eagerness to distance himself chilled the female ghost's heart, and at the same time, it provoked Pei Ye's displeasure.
