"Ah ah ah!"
Song Jiling was face-to-face with the other party, nose-to-nose, able to smell the corpse-like stench emanating from him, causing his hair to stand on end, and he couldn't help but scream.
"Why are you screaming like a banshee? What's wrong? Did you see a ghost?"
A lazy drawl sounded as the 'corpse' started speaking, his head wobbling and thumping against Song Jiling's head.
Song Jiling winced in pain, stepping back a few paces, rubbing his head and grimacing, "Damn, what exactly is this thing? Aren't you supposed to be a corpse?"
"Corpse? How rude! I'm a living person!"
The 'corpse' did a backflip, firmly gripping a long whip that resembled a rope, and stood agilely on the ground, with tattered cloth hanging awkwardly on him, barely covering his nudity.
"Who are you?" Yu Nianzhao raised her eyes, immediately locking onto his distinctive gaze, where one eye was entirely black without a hint of white, appearing quite eerie in the night.
