My little nephew stared at me with dead-fish eyes, his tiger-headed, bone-spiked body drooping right over my shoes. My urge to pee surged, and I nearly wet myself in fright. This kid was getting more and more terrifying—he had actually appeared right beneath my feet.
"Uncle, Mom says you should go home! Otherwise, she'll have me kill you!" My little nephew grew vicious, clutching my trouser leg and refusing to let go.
I yanked up my trouser leg with all my strength. This time, my little nephew let go at once and revealed a sinister smile. I had used too much force and staggered backward, crashing into Dai Mei's arms.
"What is that thing?" Madam Qi turned her head and glanced at my little nephew in disgust.
"Uncle, Mom says you should go home! Otherwise, she'll have me kill you!" My little nephew repeated himself.
Madam Qi was furious this time. She glared at me, apparently misunderstanding my relationship with Zhou Xuan. When "you should go home" was twisted by Madam Qi, it instantly became something like "go home with Zhou Xuan."
A group of ghosts and Corpse Kings all looked at me. Even Zuo Chen couldn't help letting out a strange laugh. Once he failed to hold it back, everyone wore an expression of sudden understanding.
"Zhou Xuan is my cousin!" I exploded, glaring back at them, only to receive even more understanding looks.
I was utterly unable to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River. These Ghost Generals and Corpse Kings had all died in ancient times. In their understanding, cousins could marry too. No wonder they all looked like that.
"What kind of monster is this?" Zheng Qingling was the only one who got angry for me. She waved her little fists and