"Do you know how badly someone deserves a beating when they say that?" A cross-shaped vein bulged on Nezha's forehead. "If I could guess, why would I ask you?"
"Fine, I'm a ghost."
"...Are you messing with me?" Nezha stared wide-eyed, skeptically grabbing Jiu Ming's arm. It was indeed icy cold to the touch, but with this texture, did he really dare call himself a ghost? How were all the other ghosts supposed to live? "Huh? Are you like Yuyuko?"
"There's a bit of a difference." Jiu Ming rubbed the tip of his nose, sounding somewhat depressed. Yuyuko was indeed an undead spirit, but she was practically no different from a living person. Other than having no heartbeat, she had everything else she should have had.
Nezha scrutinized Jiu Ming for a while, then suddenly noticed another detail. The raindrops falling from the sky were all kept away from her by the Heaven-Muddling Ribbon's protective power, but Jiu Ming had nothing to shield himself from the rain. Yet when those drops landed on him, it was as though they had struck empty air—they passed straight through him and fell to the ground.
"Your father's here," Jiu Ming suddenly told her while Nezha was still curious. Nezha turned her head and saw a group of people approaching through the rain. At their head was that cheap father of hers, the one she could never see eye to eye with.
"A father I picked up hardly counts as a father." Nezha curled her lip. "Only Mommy is good in this world..."
The moment her words fell, Li Jing, who had already spotted Nezha, let out a heart-rending roar. "Nezha!! What trouble have you caused again!!!!"
It wasn't enough to shake a hundred miles, but the guards over at Chentang Pass seemed to