"I've heard ghosts are even scarier than Fog Corpses." The young man looked down at the Fog Corpses wandering in the dense fog and glanced at Jinsheng: "Aren't you afraid to go and become a ghost by yourself?"
"Not afraid!" Jinsheng retorted stubbornly, but her hand gripping the other end of the long stick was trembling uncontrollably.
Why are people afraid of ghosts? Isn't it because they imagine ghosts to be terrifying in their minds?
If ghosts were good-looking, then the fear of them would diminish somewhat.
At this moment, when the young man said ghosts were even scarier than Fog Corpses, Jinsheng completely believed it.
She's already traveled through time; what can't she believe now?
"Let's go, together." Li took the opportunity to snatch back the long stick: "Even if we unfortunately become ghosts, I'll be with you."
"Oh, shut up! Not a single word is auspicious; both of us must survive well." Jinsheng said stiffly, her eyes slightly red.
