Talking to ghosts was, of course, impossible.
Even Vicious Ghosts with self-awareness were not easy to persuade, let alone the Vicious Ghosts on the second floor, which seemed to have no awareness at all and acted entirely on instinct.
As for burying himself in the grain pile and pretending to be an ostrich...
Forget it.
He might as well climb through the ventilation ducts.
At least the latter offered some uncertainty. Maybe there would be a light at the end of the tunnel. The former really meant sitting around and waiting to die—lying flat and giving up.
"Alright."
"You don't need to worry too much."
"We may be unlucky, but maybe our bad luck will end soon."
"We ran into a Vicious Ghost."
"Maybe the Vicious Ghost will leave soon."
"Young man, you have to think positively. That way, you'll realize that at least your heart feels relatively at ease before the moment of bad luck arrives."
???
The first half had been fairly normal, but what the hell was that last sentence?
Regardless of Xu Yanxing's bewilderment,
Yao Hu plopped himself down in the grain pile and said lazily, "The year before last, a Supernatural Event happened in Voodoo Port. I wonder if you've heard of it."
"There was an Opera Troupe."
"You know about Ghost Opera, right? I remember there was once a big shot in Caomiao Village who knew how to perform it."
"I do." Xu Yanxing nodded.
The so-called opera-performing big shot had been an old monster who once lived in Caomiao Village. Although he had died more than a century ago, legends about him could still be found throughout the village.
"Exactly."
"Back when I was at the water bandits' stronghold, our military strategist also knew how to perform opera."
Yao Hu grinned.
"The one