Shen Qinglan said in a ghostly voice, "You scare people during the Ghost Festival; even without having a ghost in their hearts, they would be frightened by you."
The young girl gritted her teeth, "Since it's your yard, we'll move out tomorrow!"
"Brother, sister!"
The little girl known as Ajiu had somehow already appeared outside, looking at them and crying, "Our house has been sold by my father, and my mother is seriously ill. Can you let us stay until my mother gets better?"
"How did you get that Taoist priest to cooperate with you?" Duan Yunfei asked curiously. "Even involving millennium old fierce ghosts, that's quite interesting."
The girl replied coldly, "That priest is nothing but that useless man in disguise."
"Useless?" Duan Yunfei was puzzled.
Shen Qinglan said in a low voice, "That's referring to the young girl's father."
