"All right, I'm tired. I need some rest. Where am I sleeping tonight?" I asked, beckoning to the little malevolent ghost.
The little ghost was still happily drinking from her can of orange soda. When she saw that I was going to bed, she wrinkled her nose and immediately bared her sharp teeth, sending a chill through my heart. This was a tiger I was dealing with.
Commanding ghosts was no different from using a tiger to devour wolves. If you failed to raise them properly, they could turn on you.
But I had been reserved since childhood. Although I was terrified inside, my face remained expressionless. When she refused to come over, I even frowned.
Seeing my displeasure, the little ghost settled down and slowly approached me, clutching her soda can. The way she moved a few inches above the floor was terrifying no matter how you looked at it. Her red clothes, black eyes, and the veins that bulged across her neck and forehead when she was angry were especially more than anyone's nerves could bear.
Only after she obediently wrapped her arms around my neck did I turn toward Zhao Qian. But Zhao Qian was already frozen in place with fright, clutching her chest and panting so hard she could not speak. Without me here, she probably would have fled for her life long ago.
"The room... over there... I'll go get it ready for you..." Zhao Qian rose mechanically. Once she passed the little ghost, she practically ran into a room on the ground floor.
I followed her inside.
The room was lavishly furnished, with a computer and television as standard amenities. Even the shelves were filled with books. I glanced over them and found works covering all sorts of schools and traditions, though most were