A Little Cold, and I Want to Snuggle Up with You

Maoshan Ming, who had his eyes closed, noticed Da Bao had been quiet for a long time. He cracked one eye open and sneaked a glance at him. Seeing Da Bao's baffled expression, he asked, "If there's something you can't bring yourself to say, don't be afraid. Just tell me."

"I can't say it~~" Da Bao was still completely dazed.

Maoshan Ming was exasperated and cursed inwardly, A ghost's a ghost. Not a bit of sense in that head!

But since he was the one who'd taken the ghost in, he had no choice but to humor him, even if it meant suffering for it. He could only prompt him again. "Li, do you have some grievance?"

"I do! I died so unjustly~~~"

A woman's eerie voice suddenly rang out in the back courtyard.

"You died unwilling to accept it?" Maoshan Ming continued his spirited performance, completely unaware that Da Bao was already stunned by what was happening behind him.

The coffin in the courtyard suddenly flew open. A woman drifted out, dressed in blood-red clothes, with long black hair spilling over her shoulders. Her face was deathly pale, utterly devoid of color, and her lips were cherry-red. She looked sinister and terrifying.

With her appearance, the whole back courtyard of the distillery grew even more eerie and frightening. Even the temperature dropped several degrees.

Zhao Si had already fallen off his chair in fright, while Da Bao, a ghost himself, trembled at the Killing Intent radiating from the woman.

"I didn't expect her to be an evil ghost—and a powerful one at that. The fellow in there is in danger." Bai Rourou was startled by the sudden appearance of the woman and the resentment pouring off her.

"What should we do? Should we warn him?" Hao Shuai edged closer