After the female ghost's disturbance, the little Daoist priest had lost all desire to sleep.
He sat on the pile of straw and stared at the female ghost for a while before asking, unable to hold back.
"Did you die when you were very young?"
The female ghost nodded. "Little Immortal, you see through everything. I was only twenty when I died."
"How pitiful."
The little Daoist priest's face filled with sympathy.
Tang Yu lay on his side atop the straw pile, picking his ear with his pinky as he said indifferently, "You believe a woman's lies? She's even a female ghost. If us brothers weren't strong enough, she'd have sucked you dry of your vital energy by now."
"Young master, this time I truly wasn't lying. If not for those vile people harming me, how could I have fallen to this state, becoming a resentful ghost who could scarcely even hope for reincarnation?"
As the female ghost spoke, she began to wail miserably, frightening a wildcat passing by the Daoist temple into letting out a shriek and fleeing for its life.
Tang Yu kicked her with a look of disgust.
"Quit howling like a ghost in the middle of the night and scaring people. And don't stop with your hands—massage the other leg."
"..."
So the female ghost softly wept as she massaged Tang Yu's legs. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought Tang Yu had done something to her.
The little Daoist priest beside them was extremely curious and could not resist asking, "Go on. Who harmed you? Do you need me to report them to the authorities for you?"
"It was my damned ex-husband and my best friend..."
Now that she had an audience, the female ghost finally had a chance to air the grievances she