"What exactly are you?" The Vicious Ghost was horrified.
"None of your damn business!" Jiang Qiao stepped on the Vicious Ghost and viciously ground it against the ground several times. Arcs of electricity flew in all directions, lashing its body and making it wail miserably.
"Now I ask the questions, and you answer. Don't keep wailing!"
Jiang Qiao spoke without the slightest courtesy.
"Okay!"
"Okay!"
"You ask... Ask... I'll tell you anything you want to know... Just... just don't kill me!"
The Vicious Ghost begged loudly for mercy.
It was afraid!
Its previous arrogance was completely gone.
"Heh."
"How long have you been here? When was this Gate of Ghosts built? What's the world outside the Gate of Ghosts like? What dangers are there? Have the Mountain Ghosts ever gone out?"
Jiang Qiao didn't waste any time.
He directly hurled a string of questions at the Vicious Ghost.
At the same time.
He ground his foot down several more times.
To be fair.
The Vicious Ghost looked icy and cold, as though it had corpse stiffness. In reality, it was soft beneath his foot, and the texture wasn't bad.
If it weren't inconvenient to carry around.
And if he weren't such an old pervert.
Jiang Qiao would have liked to pack it up and take it with him.
Whenever he encountered a hot place, he could release it and stomp on it a few times. What a wonderful feeling that would be. Or he could simply open a little shop selling the service of stomping Vicious Ghosts. He could probably make quite a bit of money.
"Reporting to you, sir."
"This old one has been here for three hundred years."
"It was my ancestor... That Mountain Ghost fellow who arranged for me to stay here, to guard against anyone secretly