Ye Siyuan was momentarily stunned when she heard Bai Qingshui's name.
"Bai Qingshui?" She suddenly dropped her playful demeanor and said seriously, "How do you know about Bai Qingshui?"
This Little Daoist couldn't possibly have concocted a real name out of thin air.
Bai Qingshui had indeed died, becoming food for the sharks.
Ye Siyuan's pupils contracted. She suddenly felt that this little pipsqueak in front of her, performing divination with her fingers, actually seemed to have some skill and wasn't just putting on an act.
She asked, "Little one, are you saying Bai Qingshui has become a Malicious Ghost and is haunting me? Is that why I've been sleeping so poorly lately?"
The Little Daoist blinked her large, watery eyes. With a soft yet surprisingly firm voice, she patted her small chest and said, "Auntie, if you take Xiaobao home with you, Xiaobao will deal with her. Then we'll see if she still dares to bother Auntie at night!"
"Alright."
