Xu Lang smiled, gripped the pair of cyan-white palms around his waist, and said, "Those little hands are quite sexy."
Patron, tell me, where are you going? I'll go with you. A woman's voice drifted from behind, resembling a lover's whisper.
In this setting and situation, if it were anyone else, their soul would have already been scared out of their body.
"As long as I want to leave, the road is right beneath my feet." Xu Lang spoke irrelevantly.
"What road are you walking?"
"The road that leads to your heart."
"...Tee-hee-hee~ Big brother really knows how to joke."
Wang Yazhi stood two steps behind Xu Lang, watching the red-dressed female ghost clinging to the latter's back. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead as she recalled the information on this ghost.
[Red Lady: Formerly a courtesan, later plotted against by her peers, her looks completely ruined, reduced to a streetwalker. She loved to kill men, fry and eat their hearts and livers, and hanged herself in red to become a ghost. Anyone who looked upon her face would die. She only manifested when intimate with men, saw her reflection in the lake while rendezvous with the Ghost Scholar, and had her soul frightened apart by her own hideous visage.]
Wang Yazhi took out the Ghost-Repelling Talisman that Xu Lang gave her from her backpack and fiercely slapped it onto the Red Lady.
An incomparably shrill scream instantly rang out in the corridor.
The Red Lady abruptly turned her head, only to find a mirror aimed right at her.
A modern mirror was much clearer for reflecting people than a lake surface!
"This is not me!!!" The Red Lady shrieked miserably.
After a few breaths, a wisp of black smoke rose from Xu Lang's back.
Clink-clank~
A Ten-Day Bell dropped