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"Alright. You're a ghost. I'm a ghost. Since we're both dead and both spirits, then who fears whom? Haha?" He walked towards the old man, then circled around him with a low, eerie whistle.
"You must be a ghost dwelling among these Nameless Mountains. No need to be tense; I'm just passing by and happened to die. I'm about to be on my way. Ai, I wonder if becoming a ghost means I can continue living forever and practice cultivation. Perhaps I could become an eternal ghost." Suddenly, sorrow rose in Yan Xiaobao's heart again, and he sighed.
The old man in black clothes looked at Yan Xiaobao and furrowed his brow. Then, in a screeching voice, he said, "How have you not died?"
