The Ghost-Cultivating Village Girl

A bewitching ghost over three hundred years old made one careless mistake and was sucked into a black hole by a cracked glass bead. Before the ghost could get used to its new body, it was taken from a warm embrace and turned into an abandoned baby. An abandoned baby? The bewitching ghost snorted, expressionless. As expected, this cracked glass bead couldn’t even get its directions right. What a low-grade trinket. And now it had dragged me down to its level.

Luo Yi stared expressionlessly at the corpses on the battlefield. Should I eat? Should I eat? Or should I eat?

Yin Lei pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed. “Hurry up...”

Luo Yi turned and glared at Yin Lei, thinking resentfully: As expected, you’re not my real brother. Is that why you’re telling me to hurry up and eat?