"You misunderstand, sir. I just returned from the academy. Speaking of which, Sister Liu taught me a new play today. I'll sing it for you later..."
Xu Qing walked ahead, and the embroidery girl floated beside him. Seeing that he never looked aside, she drifted in front of him, facing him, and floated backward.
The female ghost's long, black hair danced like a waterfall, and her white dress with long sleeves flew around. It seemed as if she was afraid people wouldn't know she was a ghost!
Seeing the ghost becoming more and more recklessly bold, Xu Qing squinted his eyes and sternly said, "Show me your hand!"
The embroidery girl was puzzled. It wasn't until she saw him pull out a smooth, greasy stick that she understood.
"A good ghost doesn't block the road. When walking outside, one must not appear strange or supernatural, but blend in like a regular person, or fortune will be distant, and disaster will come!"
