Chapter 19

The little ghost spoke in childish language, with an expression that seemed innocent but carried a hint of grievance, as if she didn’t want Ling Chen to play with her or for He Jinchao to be her “ghost father,” but just wanted an ordinary piece of candy.

Not to mention that neither of them had that piece of candy, even if they did, they wouldn’t dare give it to her.

Ling Chen tensed, and in a reflex, immediately withdrew his hand.

His movement was so abrupt that the TV station’s camera clearly captured it, causing Director Song’s face to become awkward.

“Ling Chen, what is this—”

He Jinchao quickly reacted, “Little Ling, just say it’s static electricity.”

Ling Chen quickly mimicked him, “Sorry, it’s static electricity.”

Zheng Linlin, who was standing beside them, was somewhat surprised but still followed along, saying, “Yes, I was shocked too.”

The topic was lightly brushed over.

“Heh heh heh,” the little ghost on Zheng Linlin’s shoulder made a face at Ling Chen, “You adults are like this, lying without blinking, so shy!”

Ling Chen tried hard not to look at her, maintaining a face as if nothing had happened.

Luckily, the crew didn’t stay in the cafeteria for too long. After Director Song gave them a tour, he led them to the next department. Before leaving, Director Song specifically walked over to Ling Chen and reminded him, “Tomorrow morning, come to my office. I have something to tell you.”

Ling Chen asked, “Is it still about the big witch?”

“No,” Director Song said with a mysterious expression, “But this is very important, for both you and our unit. I’ll explain it to you tomorrow.”

Ling Chen thought, apart from the director suddenly wanting to give him a raise or a bonus, he really couldn’t think of anything more important.

The crew left in full force, and Zheng Linlin, surrounded by the crowd, was almost entirely blocked from view by the camera.

Although Ling Chen couldn’t see her back, he could still see the little ghost sitting on her shoulder. She was sitting there steadily, her body swaying left and right. Suddenly—her neck turned a full 180 degrees, her entire head spinning around, and her pitch-black eyes met Ling Chen’s from just a few steps away. Her face was expressionless and deathly still.

Ling Chen couldn’t hide his shock, and instinctively took a step back. He Jinchao, instinctively reaching out to steady his shoulder, forgot that he was in a spiritual state, and Ling Chen fell out of his arm without delay.

He Jinchao looked down at his empty hand, then up at the mischievous little ghost, his brow furrowing tighter.

“Yay!” The little ghost was unbothered, keeping her head twisted behind her as she giggled. “I scared you guys successfully!”

Then, humming a little tune, she happily held her head and twisted it back around.

Before she did, she mysteriously said, “So fun! Next time, you guys try to scare me~”

Ling Chen: “…”

He Jinchao: “…”

So, this is a game for the little ghost?

—-

That night, He Jinchao pulled Ling Chen and Hu Yizhi for another online meeting.

Unlike the casual atmosphere of the last time, this time the situation was urgent.

As soon as the video call connected, Hu Yizhi, with an unwilling expression, said, “I was live streaming, and Boss He called me, interrupting my game.”

He Jinchao replied, “Next time, I’ll send rockets to your stream to make up for the losses, big streamer.”

Hu Yizhi’s face brightened, “Alright, alright!”

Ling Chen was feeling troubled, and hearing He Jinchao act like a benefactor, he sneered, “Hu Yizhi, I watched your stream. You spoke only five sentences in three hours, and when you played the game, all you did was feed kills. You were mistaken for being abstract in your actions, and fans thought you were a bad, popular person… After one stream, fifty followers dropped forty-nine. I think you should switch to being a pet blogger, just set up a camera and stream a little puppy eating, drinking, and playing. You’ll get more followers than you do now.”

His words were spot on, hitting hard. Hu Yizhi immediately started tearing up, “Wah, you called me just to insult my dreams? I… I’ll hate you for life!”

Hu Yizhi, clutching his wounded heart, was about to log off to recover when He Jinchao quickly stopped him, “Don’t go yet, we have serious business to discuss.”

Hu Yizhi muttered, “You two unprofessional people, what serious business can you have?”

He Jinchao said, “We saw Zheng Linlin today—she brought the crew to the funeral home to film a variety show, and the little ghost on her shoulder even talked to us.”

“!!” Hu Yizhi was shocked, “Such an important matter, and you wait until now to tell us?”

Ling Chen sighed, “I remembered your reminder, even though she spoke to us a few times, I didn’t respond. But that little ghost is incredibly smart. I’m afraid she’ll keep finding ways to talk to me for the next week.”

He Jinchao added, “What’s stranger is, she said she wanted me to be her father. Do typical little ghosts act like this?”

“Huh?” Hu Yizhi scratched his chin, “This is the first time I’ve heard of this. Many little ghosts harbor strong resentment towards men. They have a possessive attitude toward female hosts and don’t allow any men near them.”

“Why?”

Hu Yizhi explained: “These ‘little ghosts’ are often the spirits of aborted fetuses. They were lost before they had fully formed and were forced to remain in the world. Because of this, they develop a twisted attachment to female hosts, viewing them as ‘mothers’ and trying to please them, hoping for the ‘mother’s’ praise and love. At the same time, they live in constant fear of being abandoned again. They won’t allow their ‘mothers’ to marry or have children, as the newborn child would replace them.”

“In this case,” Hu Yizhi continued, “these little ghosts will prevent any men from approaching their ‘mothers.’ Let alone finding a ‘father.'”

“You said just now that the little ghost recognized He Jinchao when she saw him. This means she has known him for a long time. If I’m not wrong, that little ghost appeared next to Zheng Linlin before He Jinchao died,” Hu Yizhi said.

He Jinchao couldn’t help but shiver—thinking about how that girl had been inseparable from Zheng Linlin during the filming, the feeling of being secretly watched was truly terrifying.

“What can we do now?” Ling Chen asked quickly, “Is there any way to get rid of her?”

“It’s difficult,” Hu Yizhi shook his head, “Little ghosts only follow their ‘mothers.’ The only way they’ll leave is if the ‘mother’ abandons them. But once a ‘mother’ abandons them, the ghost’s resentment will turn back on the ‘mother,’ tenfold or a hundredfold. It’s already been abandoned once, and it won’t bear being abandoned again.”

“…”

“Be careful,” Hu Yizhi reiterated, “No matter how harmless that ‘mother-daughter’ pair looks, once Zheng Linlin decides to raise the little ghost to fulfill her own desires, her fate will take a dark turn. You can’t save her unless—”

He Jinchao asked, “Unless?”

Hu Yizhi hesitated, “Forget it. I can’t be sure about other possibilities. I’ll have to go back and check the notes my grandmother left. I’ll let you know the answer later.”

After all, he’s just an amateur shaman, only partially understanding some things. For now, he had to ask for outside help.

Before hanging up the phone, Hu Yizhi comforted them: “Don’t worry too much, at least it’s not the worst-case scenario yet.”

Ling Chen asked, “This isn’t the worst? What could possibly be worse?”

Hu Yizhi replied, “About ten years ago, someone asked my grandmother to come out of retirement because their neighbor was raising a little ghost. When she arrived, the little ghost greeted her in gibberish, but she could only understand ‘Sawadeeka’—turns out, it was a little spirit brought over from Southeast Asia by the neighbor. If not dealt with properly, it could’ve turned into an international issue.”

“…Thanks, your comfort is really effective,” He Jinchao waved his hand and ended the video call. “That just made things more awkward.”

When Hu Yizhi’s figure disappeared from the screen, the room suddenly fell silent.

The pitch-black computer screen only reflected Ling Chen’s face, not the shadow of another figure behind him.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him: “I’m sorry.”

Ling Chen was stunned, turning his head to look at He Jinchao: “You didn’t catch a fever, did you? Why are you suddenly apologizing out of nowhere?”

“I really should apologize,” He Jinchao said. “This morning, I insisted on investigating Zheng Linlin, and fortunately, you stopped me. Otherwise, we might have caused some trouble.”

Ling Chen immediately understood, pulled out his phone, switched to recording mode, and shoved it in the man’s face: “Wait, you spoke too quickly just now, I didn’t catch that. Say it again, directly into the phone.”

He Jin Chao tapped the screen of the phone: “…Do I need to remind you that all electronic devices cannot record my appearance or my voice?”

“Tch.” Ling Chen reluctantly put the phone away.

Seeing Ling Chen look defeated, He Jinchao briefly raised the corner of his mouth but quickly hid his smile. “Xiao Ling, I truly want to apologize. That little ghost came to provoke you, and I couldn’t protect you.”

“I’m a grown man, what protection do I need?” Ling Chen waved his hand. “Wait, you don’t mean the thing where the little ghost scared me earlier, do you? You helped me, didn’t you?”

“But I couldn’t hold onto you.”

“That’s not your fault.” Ling Chen comforted him. “The way you are now, you can’t even touch a solid body. Didn’t Hu Yizhi go right through you last time? This time, it just happened to be me.”

He Jinchao muttered under his breath, “It’s not the same.”

But he couldn’t explain exactly how it was different. Last time, when Hu Yizhi went through his body, he only felt surprised and shocked. But this time, when Ling Chen fell from his arm, he felt disappointed and irritated.

Up until now, they still had no idea what abilities the little ghost had. He Jinhcao had his first moment of insecurity—if a conflict really broke out, could he protect Ling Chen?

—-

Although many things happened that day, they didn’t affect Ling Chen’s sleep.

He had always had a great quality of sleep and never experienced insomnia. Even when sleeping near the body room, he could fall asleep in seconds and sleep through until morning.

At 7 AM, he was woken up by the alarm, and after a quick wash-up, he went to the cafeteria for breakfast. There, he happened to bump into some colleagues from other departments chatting.

“Female celebrities really live up to their title, she’s so pretty! When I got closer, her pores were completely invisible, her face is just as small as a palm!”

“She came to our department yesterday too. Oh my, I’ve never seen Director Song smile like that, his eyes almost disappeared!”

“What movies has Zheng Linlin been in? Can I find them online?”

“Is Director Song arranging her to work with a department? I heard it’s the reception department?”

“Did the family really agree to film? Most families don’t want to show their faces in such a sad situation.”

“I saw the production team tried talking to several families yesterday, but they were all refused.”

Ling Chen let the conversations pass through one ear and out the other as he quietly ate in the corner of the cafeteria. After finishing, he returned his tray to the recycling area and led He Jinchao toward Director Song’s office.

“Xiao Ling, why do you think Director Song called for you?” He Jinchao floated beside him. “He said it was ‘important,’ but do you think he’s going to promote you?”

“Promotion? How would that work in my field? Before promotion, I make up the deceased, after promotion, I make up the King of Hell?” Ling Chen whispered so as not to draw attention. “Leaders always use their words to deceive the willing. Last time, he sent me to find the great witch, and he said that was important too.”

The two quickly arrived outside Director Song’s office. Ling Chen took a deep breath, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

Soon, a voice came from inside: “Is that Ling Chen?”

Half a minute later, the office door opened, revealing Director Song’s round face in front of Ling Chen.

“Hello, Director, I…” The young man’s words faltered when he saw that, besides Director Song, there were several other people in the room, nearly filling the entire office.

Two of them were in the production team’s uniforms—exactly the producer and cameraman of the “Unyielding Workers” program that he had met yesterday. The other people clearly appeared to be a family, wearing simple clothes, their faces full of sorrow, with red eyes from recent crying. The most surprising part was that Zheng Linlin and the little ghost on her shoulder were also present! The little ghost today wore a strawberry-patterned Lolita dress and lazily lay on Zheng Linlin’s shoulder, yawning.

When the little ghost saw Ling Chen and He Jinchao walk in, she suddenly perked up and coquettishly said, “Uncle Ling, Uncle He, you’re finally here! I’ve been so bored here, no one listens to me, and these strangers keep crying, it’s so annoying—”

Her voice was piercing, and Ling Chen had to fight the urge to cover his ears.

The little ghost pointed towards the unfamiliar family.

Ling Chen and He Jinchao hadn’t expected to run into the little ghost here again. With so many leaders present, Ling Chen couldn’t just turn around and leave. He had no choice but to stand by the wall and blend in, hoping no one would notice him.

Unfortunately, Director Song wasn’t about to let him be invisible.

“Now that everyone’s here, let me introduce you,” Director Song gestured for Ling Chen to step closer, then introduced everyone. “This is Mr. Guan’s family. Their beloved daughter passed away recently from a serious illness. This is the production team of ‘Unyielding Workers’ from XX TV, and here is our guest, Miss Zheng Linlin. This is one of our key members in the funeral makeup department, Ling Chen.”

“After much communication, Mr. Guan’s family agreed to appear on the show. They want to record their last moments of farewell with their daughter.”

“Ling Chen, as a makeup artist, you’ll also be on camera and work with Miss Zheng to assist Mr. Guan’s family.”

Ling Chen: “??”

He Jinchao: “??”

Work with Zheng Linlin?!

He Jinchao immediately turned to Ling Chen: “You must refuse!”

Ling Chen said, “Director, I’m just a junior in the department. There are so many talented colleagues, including the senior sisters. It’s not appropriate for me to appear on camera, is it?”

Director Song politely replied, “Ling Chen, I already checked with the others in your department before calling you. They all… couldn’t do it.”

“Couldn’t do it” was indeed a versatile term in the workplace. Team building? Couldn’t do it. Dinner gathering? Couldn’t do it. Overtime? Couldn’t do it.

As for why Ling Chen’s colleagues were “inconvenient,” he could guess the reason. Their profession was so special that, despite making a good income, daily contact with corpses led people to view them with prejudice if they didn’t understand the work.

The older women had worked hard to get married. While their partners knew about their job, they still had to hide it from unfamiliar relatives.

When they appeared on a show, there was always the risk of being talked about behind their backs if curious relatives saw them. Most importantly, some of them had children, and if their children were ostracized at school because of their parents’ jobs, the impact would be huge.

Looking at this, Ling Chen, a single man, was the best candidate for the show.

Director Song didn’t give Ling Chen a chance to refuse. Ling Chen, seeing the hopeful eyes of the deceased’s family, couldn’t bear to say no.

“Ling Chen, I hope you’ll guide me over the next few days,” Zheng Linlin smiled at him, “You can treat me like any other new colleague.”

Today, Zheng Linlin had changed into the company uniform, wearing a metal nameplate labeled “Reception Department – Zheng Linlin.” Her makeup was lighter than yesterday; she only wore foundation and filled in her eyebrows, looking simple and calm.

Ling Chen glanced at the little ghost on her shoulder. He didn’t dare to answer and couldn’t avoid it, so he could only awkwardly nod.

Zheng Linlin was not embarrassed despite receiving a cold shoulder.

Just then, Ling Chen’s phone vibrated briefly in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a message from He Jinchao.

@FeelingWarmWithTheBody: Zheng Linlin has great mental fortitude.

Ling Chen gave He Jinchao a strange look, then lowered his head to type a response.

@00: She really does. If I couldn’t see the little ghost on her shoulder, I’d think she’s a gentle, good person.

@00: By the way, why did you suddenly message me?

@FeelingWarmWithTheBody: The little ghost is always staring at us, I’m afraid she’ll hear us.

Although others couldn’t hear He Jinchao’s words, the little ghost could hear them clearly. Sometimes, she’d sing the “Xi Yangyang” song loudly, and at other times, she’d murmur jokes.

When He Jinchao and Ling Chen ignored her, she became more mischievous, screaming loudly in waves, behaving like a troublesome child.

As the host, Zheng Linlin had no idea what this little demon was doing. She occasionally rubbed her shoulders and neck, a pained expression flashing across her face.

Director Song noticed her movements and asked what was wrong.

Zheng Linlin shook her head, smiling softly. “It’s nothing, but I think I’ve developed some cervical spine issues recently. My neck and shoulders often feel sore, and I plan to get some physical therapy soon.”

“It’s not cervical spine issues!” The little ghost clung to the host’s neck, her dark, ink-like eyes fixed on her. Her voice, a mix of pouting and reproaching, rang out, “It’s me, it’s me! If you keep saying that, I’ll be angry.”

Seeing this strange scene, Ling Chen couldn’t help but shiver.

Meanwhile, the production team took out the prepared filming agreement and placed it in front of Mr. Guan. The agreement clearly stated that Mr. Guan’s family agreed to have their video appear on the TV show and allowed it for future promotion.

In exchange, the TV station would provide them with financial support and help with arranging the memorial hall, purchasing funeral items, and more. For a family drained of funds due to medical bills, this funeral subsidy was like a lifeline.

Before signing, Mr. Guan’s hand hovered in the air for a long time, his face filled with struggle. He muttered, “It’s not good to have a child’s funeral on TV, right? Everyone will see it.”

The producer quickly explained, “Don’t worry, we won’t film your child’s face. Only family members will appear on camera.”

Mr. Guan still hesitated, overwhelmed by complex thoughts. He wasn’t sure if signing would be good or bad for his daughter.

Before he could finish speaking, his wife suddenly lifted her head. Her eyes were almost destroyed by tears, swollen and red.

She grabbed the pen from his hand with surprising speed and strength. Before anyone could react, she quickly signed her name at the end of the contract.

Her handwriting was strong, and the last stroke was long enough to nearly tear the contract.

“If you won’t sign, I will!” Mrs. Guan’s voice trembled as she threw the pen down. She didn’t cry—perhaps she had no more tears to shed. “My daughter deserves to leave beautifully… She was always so good. We promised that once she defeated the bad disease, I’d take her to Disney World… Yun Mei’er will always be my little princess. I want her to wear the prettiest princess dress, lying in flowers, hugging her favorite doll as she leaves…”

Zheng Linlin quickly handed her water and tissues, gently patting her back to comfort her. “Please accept my condolences. I’ll be with you through the next steps.”

Mrs. Guan clung to Zheng Linlin’s hand, unable to speak. The pain of losing a daughter had drained all her tears.

Her husband, seeing this, also reddened. Though he was still under forty, the years of working long hours due to his daughter’s illness had aged him.

Sadness filled the room, spreading to everyone present.

The crew set up cameras quietly, recording this mother’s collapse and pain.

Ling Chen sat opposite the family, and He Jinchao floated over to sit beside him, gently resting his hand on Ling Chen’s shoulder.

“You okay?” He Jinchao asked softly.

Ling Chen shook his head, taking out his phone and typing a message.

@00: Don’t worry about me.

@00: I’m used to it.

“I’m used to it”—a simple sentence that spoke volumes about the sorrowful goodbyes wrapped in tears. The pain of life and death that Ling Chen had experienced was something He Jinchao could never fully comprehend.

Ling Chen wasn’t a highly empathetic person, but when he first started, he had been affected by the grief of the families he dealt with. It was tormenting. However, his colleagues soon taught him that in their profession, too much empathy would only hurt oneself. Maintaining a calm and professional attitude was the only way to reassure grieving families.

Ling Chen cleared his throat and looked at the deceased’s family across from him. “Mr. Guan, Mrs. Guan, do you have any photos of your daughter? I need them for reference. Also, would you like her to be dressed as a princess? If so, which one, and does she need a wig?”

His questions brought some rationality back to the family.

Mr. Guan showed Ling Chen a video of his daughter on his phone. In the video, the little girl, looking around seven or eight years old, sat in her hospital bed with an IV in one hand while quietly flipping through a fairy tale book. She looked very frail, her cheeks sunken, and her wrists as thin as twigs. After multiple rounds of chemotherapy, her hair had fallen out, and even indoors, she wore a hat.

Mrs. Guan pulled out her daughter’s favorite cartoon. It was about an alien princess’s adventures. She was brave, passionate, occasionally clumsy, like an energetic little bomb, spreading joy to everyone.

Mrs. Guan hoped Ling Chen could dress her daughter as this alien princess and incorporate elements from the cartoon into the memorial hall.

After hearing their needs, Zheng Linlin took out a pen and paper to jot them down. She listened attentively, promising to fulfill the last wish of the little girl who had passed away.

Just as the meeting was nearing its end, an unpleasant voice suddenly echoed in the room—

“Ugh, so boring. What’s the big deal, someone just died!” The little girl on Zheng Linlin’s shoulder scoffed, resting her chin in her hand, staring at the photo in the deceased’s family member’s hand. Her tone was sharp and full of malice. “Death isn’t a big deal. Why not become a ghost like me? Oh, I forgot, this sister is a big fool, she can’t become a ghost. The moment she took her last breath, she just disappeared~! Hahahaha, she’s dead, can’t be any deader! Gone completely! Heh, she’s dead, why cry? She can’t hear you anymore, it’s just pathetic!”

The heartless words of the little girl filled the room, and the two people who could hear her voice were immediately enraged.

Even someone as composed as Ling Chen couldn’t help but grit his teeth. He clenched his fists tightly, restraining himself. After all, there were so many “people” present, and he absolutely couldn’t lose control.

But He Jin Chao, standing beside him, had no such worries.

He Jin Chao’s phoenix eyes narrowed coldly as he glared at the mischievous little ghost. His translucent form began to solidify, and an immense pressure radiated from his body, charging towards the little girl.

At the same time, all the lights in the office began flickering rapidly. A light bulb overloaded and short-circuited, emitting a sharp popping sound. The previously closed windows suddenly flew open, and a cold breeze rushed in, causing the people present to stagger under the eerie wind.

“Stinky little ghost, listen up—” He Jin Chao’s eyes, which had unknowingly turned blood-red, spoke with menace, each word heavy with warning, “—If you can’t learn respect, then at least learn to shut up! If you keep running your mouth like this, I’ll teach you a lesson!”

This was the first time He Jin Chao had spoken to the little girl. Before, no matter how much she provoked or taunted them, they had resolutely avoided eye contact with her and refused to speak, choosing to ignore her.

But this time, the little girl’s words had crossed the line.

As a ghost, she had no respect for other deceased souls, mocking their dreams and ridiculing their living relatives. This had completely crossed He Jin Chao’s moral boundaries.

He thought to himself, where did Zheng Linlin find this little ghost? She really needed a good lesson!

He wasted no time in unleashing his ghostly power, controlling everything he could to give her a lesson she would never forget.

Faced with He Jin Chao’s threat, the little girl fell silent, her pure black eyes without whites suddenly widening. She stood there, stunned, for a long while.

—-

In the next moment, tears began to roll down her cheeks.

The transparent tears mixed with her snot as they flowed down her round face.

“You… you you you…” The little girl was extremely aggrieved, flailing her limbs and whining, “Uncle He, I won’t let you be my dad anymore! You, how can a big ghost bully a little ghost?!!! Waa waa waa waa…”

Then, with a sudden hiccup, the little girl disappeared with a loud pop from Zheng Linlin’s shoulder!

Ling Chen: “???”

He Jinchao: “!!!”

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing astonishment in each other’s eyes.

Everything had happened so fast—from the flickering lights, to the windows opening, and finally, to the little girl’s disappearance… The others in the room couldn’t see who was behind it and only felt the strange and inexplicable occurrences.

The cameraman exclaimed, “My camera! My footage!”

He quickly checked his storage card and found that the last minute of the video he had recorded was filled with strange static.

The producer, anxious, muttered, “This topic won’t cause any problems, will it?”

Although she was an atheist, the electrical malfunction while filming a variety show in a funeral home made her uneasy.

Director Song laughed, “Old wires, nothing to worry about. I’ll call the logistics to fix it!”

He was completely unfazed and even took out his homemade “tonic wine” (with wild centipede version) and asked if anyone wanted some.

Zheng Linlin touched her neck, “Where’s this water from?”

A few drops of water had mysteriously appeared in her collar. Could it have dripped from the air conditioning? Come to think of it, her neck seemed to hurt less.

Mrs. Guan suddenly stood up from the sofa and quickly walked to the window, looking expectantly outside.

It was summer, but the temperature in the mountains was much cooler. The fresh breeze blowing in from the open window helped ease her anxiety and wiped away the tear stains on her face.

Her husband stood beside her, also gazing hopefully toward the horizon.

“Honey, do you think it’s Xiao Yun coming back to see us?”

“It must be… She heard you were going to dress her like a princess. She was so happy that she came back. She… she must have missed her mother.”

The same story can be interpreted in countless ways through different eyes.

Everyone only sees the answer they want to see.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Ling Chen gave He Jinchao a signal. The two quietly slipped out of the room.

They stood in the empty hallway. Ling Chen looked up at He Jinchao, whose blood-red eyes had yet to return to normal. This added a strange and eerie aura to his previously handsome features, making him seem very different from his usual self.

Ling Chen didn’t feel fear looking at his blood-red eyes. Instead, he found them… beautiful.

They were beautifully stunning, like rubies, shining brilliantly.

“Sorry,” He Jinchao apologized for the second time. “That little ghost was so infuriating. I couldn’t hold back and spoke to her.”

Ling Chen shook his head, “It’s not your fault. If others weren’t around, I would have scolded her harshly too.”

Both of them were annoyed and furious about that troublesome little ghost.

They didn’t know what kind of trouble this conversation would bring in the future.

But He Jinchao was confident. He was a big ghost—surely, he could handle a little brat ghost?

Ling Chen changed the subject, “Let’s not talk about her for now. I made a discovery just now.”

He Jinchao asked, “What discovery?”

Ling Chen spoke softly, “Just now when you got angry, the window suddenly opened—has your ability leveled up? Can you control other objects now?”