The Tomb Ghost recalled a radiant smile.
It had seen tears streaming down that same face, too. It seemed to hear the girl's hysterical sobbing from that day...
The Tomb Ghost pressed its lips together.
It looked at the human beside it, who had come with the monster.
A slightly hoarse female voice sounded in Xiao Xiao's mind. "My lord, would you be willing to hear a story?"
"Then, would you be willing to help me with something?"
"Sure."
Xiao Xiao smiled. "If it's within my power."
"Thank you."
The Tomb Ghost bowed to Xiao Xiao. "It might be a little troublesome."
"You can refuse when the time comes."
The idea had only just occurred to it.
Perhaps in a few days, it would forget how it felt right now.
After all, after finding the little flower basket, it had realized that it seemed to be a forgetful monster.
"Huh?"
The Middle-aged Man was a little puzzled by Xiao Xiao's sudden words.
He was even more confused by what Xiao Xiao had said.
What did he mean?
Had the Tomb Ghost said something?
The Middle-aged Man followed Xiao Xiao's gaze toward the tombstone.
Just as he'd expected, he couldn't see anything.
He sighed inwardly.
Not being able to see... What a nuisance.
"Uncle Chen."
Xiao Xiao turned to the puzzled Middle-aged Man. "The Tomb Ghost wants to tell me a story."
"It'll take a little while."
"I'm not sure how long."
"You can go down the mountain and wait in the car."
"Or you can head back first."
"I'll make my own way back."
"How could I do that?"
The Middle-aged Man looked at Xiao Xiao disapprovingly. "There aren't any cars passing through here."
"How would you get back?"
After all, this was a graveyard mountain.
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