Seeing this scene, Zhao Ling'er and Lin Yueru both widened their eyes in surprise, while Aika hid behind Fang Zheng without saying a word. The White-robed female ghost quietly drifted down behind Ning Caichen, then stretched out her arms and gently embraced him.
"Eh? Waaah!!"
Ning Caichen, who had been holding a brush and racking his brains, had not expected someone to suddenly appear behind him. Startled, he leaped to his feet, pulled out what looked like a small apple-peeling knife from his clothes, and fiercely swung it backward...
"Whoosh!!"
If the White-robed female ghost had not dodged quickly enough, that slash would have been enough to disfigure her.
"Ah..."
The White-robed female ghost gave a soft cry and retreated uneasily. At that moment, Ning Caichen finally got a clear look at the female ghost before him and froze.
"Miss, who are you... and why are you here?"
Ning Caichen remembered that Fang Zheng had arrived with three young women, but the woman before him was clearly not one of them. The White-robed female ghost said nothing, merely looking uneasy as she stared at the small knife in Ning Caichen's hand. Noticing her gaze, Ning Caichen hurriedly lowered his head to look at the knife, then hastily explained.
"Ah, I'm not a bad person. I'm merely passing through this place. I mean no harm."
As he spoke, Ning Caichen gripped the knife in his hand and looked at the White-robed female ghost before him.
"If you're afraid, I can throw this knife away."
With that, Ning Caichen casually flicked his wrist, intending to toss the knife away. Yet unexpectedly, at that very moment, the blade suddenly flew out of the handle. With a whoosh, it nearly grazed the female ghost's neck before embedding itself in a wooden board not far