Zheng Li never thought in his life that he would have to spend the middle of the night in the wilderness, hunting ghosts with an ice-shaped Taoist priest.
Qi Suyan sat aside, holding a few rusty copper coins tightly between his fingers, looking at the grave at his feet indifferently.
There is still a full moon in the sky. If you ignore that this is a place where dead people are buried, Zheng Li is still happy to look at the moon here.
"Taoist Master, I'm afraid this ghost won't come. With such a beautiful moon, how can a ghost hug his wife at home?"
"The young master is joking"
Zheng Li felt a little broken.
Just kidding, kidding you idiot.
But the days of even greater collapse are still to come.
Concept: ancient, sweet, supernatural