Wanwan took out the doll that Hei Wuchang had given her, and Huang Xikong suddenly got up and floated out of the window. “I’ll go out for a stroll first.”
Xia Zhihuai watched as Huang Xikong disappeared with a blink of an eye and chuckled lightly. “Why does he always run away when you’re looking for the ghost messenger?”
Wanwan didn’t find it surprising at all. “He is a lonely ghost listed as a fugitive in the underworld. Naturally, he doesn’t want to encounter the ghost messenger face-to-face.”
“He has been a fierce ghost for a thousand years. The ordinary ghost messenger probably can’t handle him, right?” Xia Zhihuai speculated.