He Pingsheng reached up and rubbed his forehead. By all rights, Li Yunyun wasn't that young anymore!
She was already sixteen or seventeen. How could she still know nothing about dealing with people?
I'm speechless.
Asking me whether I'm still alive?
What the fuck...
He Pingsheng truly felt the urge to hit someone.
"Oh no!" Li Yunyun's voice came from outside again. "Xiao Mo, hurry and open the door! Brother He isn't making a sound. He might have stopped breathing!"
He Pingsheng nearly threw up!
With a clatter outside, Li Yunyun and Xiao Mo unlocked the iron lock on the door and pushed it open. Seeing He Pingsheng walking around the room perfectly unharmed, she immediately clutched her head and scurried away like a rat. "Mother... a ghost... a ghost..."
It wasn't that Li Yunyun was overreacting.
Half a month ago, He Pingsheng had still been confined to bed, unable to move a muscle, yet now he was perfectly fine.
Who could believe his injuries had healed so quickly?
Since his injuries couldn't possibly have healed that quickly, the answer was obvious: he had died and become a ghost!
"Ahem..." He Pingsheng coughed a few times. "Stop shouting. I'm not dead!"
Xiao Mo, however, summoned his courage and walked up to He Pingsheng. He held a hand beneath his nose to check his breathing, then said in surprise, "Sis... he's still breathing. He's not a ghost!"
Only then did Li Yunyun run over.
"Brother He, you're better?" Her mouth hung open as she stared at He Pingsheng in disbelief.
He Pingsheng nodded. "Yes... I'm better!"
Then he asked Li Yunyun, "Do you have an affinity for immortality?"
An affinity for immortality meant a spirit root.
If this woman had a spirit root, He Pingsheng wouldn't mind taking her as his