Hehehe--
The female ghost laughed as she swung on the swing.
Her voice was clear and melodious. If you ignored her face, the image that came to mind would definitely be one of peace and prosperity.
So, many old brothers were right.
You couldn't look at a female ghost's face. When going through one, you had to cover it with a poster.
That way, it became beautiful.
Even Ning Caichen had Xiaoqian turned into a head-swapping monster, then used Photoshop to fix her face.
Otherwise, with that waxen yellow face, bluish lips, and ghastly white eyeballs from before he died... no matter how much of a true man he was, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep both his upper and lower mouths working.
The swing was very sturdy.
The female ghost swung very high, but it didn't collapse, nor did she plunge headfirst to the ground.
This left Jiang Qiao somewhat regretful.
Things being too well-made wasn't good either.
Judging from the state of the surroundings, the members of the construction crew had probably all died long ago.
The manufacturer had surely gone bankrupt as well.
Yet the thing still hadn't broken.
If this had been the Peaceful Era, even without Vicious Ghosts causing trouble, the merchant would have starved to death.
That was why bad money could always drive out good money.
The female ghost's laughter was pleasant, and there was nothing strange about it. But as her laughter continued, movement began to stir in the originally silent buildings around them.
It was as if the place had suddenly become noisy, with the sounds of people moving about everywhere.
Soon.
At the dark, hollow windows of the surrounding buildings, whose glass was long gone; on balconies almost entirely covered by plants; and in passageways piled with garbage...