"All right, I'm tired. I need some rest. Where am I sleeping tonight?" I asked, beckoning to the little vengeful ghost.
The little vengeful ghost was still happily drinking from a can of orange soda. When she saw that I wanted to sleep, she wrinkled her nose and immediately bared her sharp teeth, sending a chill through me. This was a tiger I was dealing with.
Commanding ghosts was no different from setting a tiger on a wolf. If you failed to raise them properly, they could turn on you.
But I had been reserved since childhood. Though I was frightened inside, my face remained expressionless, and when she refused to come over, I even frowned.
Seeing my displeasure, the little vengeful ghost behaved herself and slowly approached, clutching her soda can. The way she walked a few inches above the floor was terrifying no matter how you looked at it, especially with her red clothes, black eyes, and the veins bulging on her neck and face when she was angry. It was more than human senses could bear.
Only after she obediently wrapped her arms around my neck did I turn to Zhao Qian. To my surprise, she was already frozen in terror, clutching her chest and gasping, unable to speak. Without me there, 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. After passing the little vengeful ghost, she practically jogged into a room on the first floor.
I followed her inside.
The room was lavishly furnished, with a computer and television as standard amenities. Even the shelves held plenty of books. I glanced over them and saw works from all sorts of schools and traditions, though many were Daoist, some were