Chapter 71: The Ancestral Remedy for Stopping a Child's Crying

Shuaishuai, a mischievous little ghost, was just eye-hungry but stomach-full and quickly finished eating without even finishing a bowl of rice.

But he was still quite well-behaved, he wiped off the grease from his hands and wanted to play with Jiangli's cellphone.

However...

A ghost is a ghost.

The moment his hand touched the cellphone, it went straight through.

Jiangli glanced at him and didn't bother to intervene, clearly aware that Shuaishuai couldn't actually pick up her cellphone.

No matter how hard Shuaishuai tried, he still couldn't touch the cellphone.

After several attempts, he sat down on the ground feeling a bit aggrieved, looked at his own hands as if he half-understood something, then lifted his hand and slapped Jiangli's leg with a smack.

The next second, he was propelled away.

Seeing this, Jiangli raised her hand and the little ghost's body paused mid-air, floating there, not being thrown out.

"Holy shit!"