"But I haven't seen Chu Zhi in a long time. I don't know where she went."
"When you put it that way, it's hard for me to believe ghosts really exist," Chu Qingjiu said evenly.
Li Zihao wanted to argue, but realized he had no way to defend his claim. It was all just his word, and with Chu Zhi absent, he had no way to convince this beautiful young man.
"Fine, then just think of it as me telling you a ghost story that wasn't very scary."
Li Zihao lowered his head in resignation and gave a halfhearted reply.
"Why do you want to learn how to control ghosts?"
"I can never find Chu Zhi, so I wanted to learn how to control her. But I haven't had any chance to put it to use."
A normal person probably wouldn't have made that choice. After all, nobody wanted to be haunted all the time-except Li Zihao.
He found the hours he spent unable to move unbearably dull, and could only look forward to seeing Chu Zhi each night.
He had never turned on the lights, because he didn't know whether Chu Zhi could appear under them. So he had never seen her face since her death.
Chu Zhi said she was very ugly now, not pretty at all, and didn't want Li Zihao to see her.
But Li Zihao had waved it off, saying it didn't matter. Whether Chu Zhi was beautiful or ugly, good or bad, made no difference, because they had known each other long enough.
Chu Qingjiu thought that explanation was reasonable enough. The art of controlling ghosts wasn't easy to learn, after all; it really came down to chance.
Those with talent could master it without a teacher, while those without it could spend their