After an unknown amount of time, Song Shi opened her eyes and woke up.
Her head felt as though it were splitting apart.
But she could move her entire body again.
Had everything just now been a dream?
Yes, it had to have been a dream.
Then she looked at her chest and saw a burn scar. It had been scorched by ghost fire—she remembered it clearly. Even water could not put that ghost fire out.
And with a mere swipe of the Female Ghost's nails, ghost fire had burst forth.
Ghosts really existed. Ghosts really existed.
It had not been a dream.
She recalled everything that had just happened. Every scene had been incomparably real.
Now sunlight streamed into her home, and everything was normal. Yet just now, her home had been gloomy and terrifying, with green ghost fire rising everywhere.
Right, the Female Ghost had produced a streak of golden light from her palm and tossed it beneath the bed, saying she would give her thirty gold coins.
Song Shi sprang up with astonishing agility, grabbed a small shovel, and crawled straight beneath the bed to dig.
Then...
She was dumbfounded!
There really were gold coins—dozens of them.
But that was not even the most astonishing part.
Even more inconceivably, the gold coins were frozen in ice. More precisely, they were inside an ice box.
Words were printed on the ice box: Do you want to die or live?
There really was a ghost! Otherwise, where would an ice box come from in the height of summer?
Only hell was ice-cold. These gold coins had definitely been given by the Female Ghost.
Song Shi desperately kowtowed to the ice box.
"Female Ghost Sister, I want to live, I want to live. Don't worry, your little sister knows what