He couldn't help but curse. Clearly, the servant ghost was the most wronged.
The vindictive soul it brought was loaned to Young Master Meng for money, as a convenience. Moreover, it was agreed that it would only be loaned for the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn before being returned. Yet this young master even boasted that the time it takes for one incense stick to burn was enough.
But damn it, won't you give it back to me?
But now, the chain had snapped, and the vindictive soul had vanished, as if intercepted by someone. Once in the Ghost Gate, how could it account for itself?
It was anxious beyond patience, mumbling continuously in anger. Its two small, stubby hands even gestured as if to take off its chains and strangle Young Master Meng.
Young Master Meng, already enraged, was further annoyed by this servant ghost buzzing at his ear, and his expression suddenly changed.
SWOOSH!
