I've already become a god, and only now you're telling me there are monsters in the world?

"You two are pretty brave, spending the night on top of graves. Aren't you afraid of running into ghosts?"

He had made all of that up.

On a whim, he had deliberately decided to scare the two of them for fun.

Mainly, he wanted to scare Xia Shuran.

Gu Qing had never feared ghosts in his life. He smiled faintly and said, "Then bring on the female ghosts. Give me one each of the cute girl, mature beauty, and young married woman varieties. My body can handle it."

"Heh, in your dreams."

Wu Jiahao cut Gu Qing's fantasy short. "Just wait until a bunch of foot-scratching male ghosts show up. That'll probably straighten you out."

After saying that, he suddenly thought of a question and asked them, "Have either of you ever considered a really profound question?"

Gu Qing asked, "What question?"

Leaning against a pull-up bar post, Wu Jiahao instantly transformed into a wise philosopher. In a voice brimming with wisdom, he made a startling declaration:

"When a ghost kills someone, that person dies and becomes a new ghost. That means a ghost has produced another ghost."

"So here's the question: when ghosts kill people, does that mean they're reproducing?"

"After all, an old ghost created a new ghost."

Wait, what?!

What kind of insane question was that?!

Gu Qing laughed at the outrageous question too.

He was stunned by the sheer scope of that attention-seeker Wu Jiahao's imagination.

In the end, he couldn't help quipping, "Damn, so ghost films are ghost porn? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Wu Jiahao chuckled. "So, doesn't ghosts killing people suddenly feel really lewd and not scary at all?"

"By that logic, ghosts scaring people would be flirting, and Taoist priests catching ghosts would be cracking down on prostitution?"

Now Gu Qing