"This... probably, maybe...?"
Ghost Face looked at this colossal farce before her and could not help hesitating.
By all reason, the dead spirit she knew should not have been such a comical existence, should it?
Little did she know.
The dead spirit had already been imprisoned here for a thousand years.
Over those thousand years, in order to bewitch more humans into coming to the Mountain of Miracles and turn them into death slaves, he had constantly studied the way humans spoke.
Yet the gap between the way life and anti-life thought was simply too vast.
If he had continued thinking as a Ghost Corpse Race member who had become a dead spirit, the difference between him and humans would not have been so great.
But the more he followed the novels written by humans, the more of a mess he made.
Qin Shaofeng pondered the scene before him for a long while.
The resentment in his heart had already begun to ease. His earlier fury had mainly come from waking up and suddenly discovering a horrifying creature, too ghastly to behold, lying beside him.
But now that he truly thought it over.
It seemed that the dead spirit's misunderstanding was not necessarily a bad thing.
After considering it from every angle.
He still felt deeply helpless.
He could imagine that the dead spirit had surely been learning and arranging things through storybooks from the Vast Continent or the Three Continents.
Unfortunately, he had indeed spent an entire year studying in the library of Endless Academy.
Though he had read countless books, they had all been books he urgently needed in order to integrate himself into the Vast Continent. How could he have had time to pay attention to storybooks that were not worth half a cent?
As a result,