No. 15 walked over with a dark expression. No woman would enjoy being called Tahm, but since Jiang Chen was the one who had said it, she did not dare argue.
The Netherworld Messengers nearby were all surprised.
Every pair of eyes turned toward her seemed to say: This young lady has quite a unique nickname.
This made No. 15's expression grow even uglier. Resentment bottled up inside her, constantly turning into ghost qi that she contributed to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen seemed to notice her embarrassment too.
He gave a generous smile and comforted her. "Don't worry about how other people see you. Looking like Tahm isn't your fault. That's your mother's problem. Be brave. Someone might like Tahm, you know?"
"I saw quite a few Tahm enthusiasts online last time. All handsome, muscular young guys. I'll introduce you sometime."
"...Ghost qi +999! Ghost qi +..."
A human and a toad helped Jiang Chen toward the old well.
Leaning on his hammer and rubbing his lower back, he slowly sat down on the rim of the well, then added a warning. "Wu Tong, they say two people shouldn't look into a well together. Whatever you do, don't look down there. Something bad might happen."
The corner of No. 15's mouth twitched again. So I don't count as human? "Ghost qi +999..."
Meanwhile.
Zhao Xiaodong opened his mouth, stunned for a moment, then quickly calmed down.
Although he was astonished by Jiang Chen's suicidal act of sitting on the well despite knowing there was a ghost inside, he certainly did not actually believe Jiang Chen was courting death.
From what he knew of his old classmate, beneath those erratic, reckless actions lay an extremely cautious logic.
If he dared to do this, that meant the one in danger now was