> When Taoist priest Yun Buqi smashed through my balcony, I was eating potato chips with a horror movie on.
> He was holding a mahogany sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the potato chips in my arms: "What kind of monster dares to suck the essence of boys and girls!"
> I looked at the word "Fun" on the packaging bag and handed one over silently: "Taoist priest, do you want some technology and hard work?"
> Later, this Taoist priest who looked like a flower on the mountain became my roommate and ghost-hunting partner.
> During the day, he spoke coldly to the live broadcast camera: "Feudal superstition is not advisable."
> At night, he pushed me against the corner, with the tips of his ears turning red: "Girl... This ghost is so ferocious that it takes two practitioners to cross the Qi to suppress it."
> I pinched his hot face: "Speak humanly!"
> His eyelashes trembled slightly: "... If you want to extend your life, give me a kiss."
