The man took several steps back, staring fearfully at the suddenly appearing Fu Hua. The woman beside him, however, showed no fear at all. She merely watched the uninvited Fu Hua with a dark, furtive gaze.
"I... I'm obviously human. But whether that confidante of yours is human or ghost, that's hard to say."
With one hand behind her back and a folding fan in the other, Fu Hua lightly fanned herself as she walked straight through the door. She merely glanced at the man before ignoring him, her gaze remaining fixed on the woman.
"Miss Yunhan..."
Hearing this, the man instinctively glanced at the girl he adored beside him. Miss Yunhan had never cared that he was penniless. She had dismissed countless talented scholars and wealthy men pursuing her, remaining devoted only to him and believing that he could earn a title and marry her. How could he possibly doubt such a woman?
"You're the ghost... Don't even think about hurting Miss Yunhan unless you step over my corpse."
A surge of courage suddenly rose within the man. He wanted to protect the girl he loved, so he stepped directly in front of Fu Hua.
"You've had so much yang energy drained from you, yet you still don't realize it. Next... she'll probably want your heart."
Fu Hua glanced at the man before her. More than half his yang energy was gone, and yin energy clung to him. It seemed he had enjoyed himself quite thoroughly just now. But Fu Hua had no interest in waiting for him to slowly believe her.
She casually waved the folding fan in her hand at him... and the man immediately fainted.
"Young Master Tang, Young Master Tang, what's wrong?"
"You... you killed Young Master Tang! Somebody, help! Murder—"
As the man collapsed,