Chu Shuo had drunk quite a bit, and the alcohol was making him smell strongly of liquor. "Sixth Sister, didn't you say you were here to catch ghosts? Why are we at the Li residence?"
He wasn't completely drunk, though—his mind was still clear.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew.
Turning around, he saw a ghost standing with its head bowed and disheveled hair. He was instantly horrified. "Oh my god! There's a ghost!"
In a panic, he grabbed the nearest person, trying to pull them in front of him as a shield. However, instead of pulling the person, he ended up with a severed arm in his hands.
"..."
Xie Beihan looked at his shoulder. "Shuo, can you be gentler? I can still feel pain, you know!"
"Sorry." Chu Shuo had gained some experience by now and didn't faint from the shock. He gave an awkward grin and handed the severed arm back.
But while he didn't faint, everyone else in the yard was either terrified, their faces turning pale, or they fainted outright.