The ghost howled loudly, "Second Senior Brother, what kind of bond do we have? The bond of cultivating poisonous mushrooms together!"
"I wasn't talking about you, I was referring to the master. I really smelled the scent of my descendants on her. She is my descendant, boo hoo hoo, my descendant is unfilial, can't die in peace... Ah—"
"You can still talk after death, so it seems like you're quite at peace to me." Lu Xingyan moved swiftly, delivering a brutal punch that flattened his head into the ground.
Then, as if nothing happened, he got up, wiped the dust off his palms, returned to face Lu Xingze, and smiled warmly at him, "He is right, he was indeed talking about me."
"But don't you think you should reflect on yourself too?" Lu Xingyan asked.
"What should I reflect on?" Every single time, Lu Xingyan's shamelessness refreshed his understanding, despite knowing that her kind of questioning was laying a trap.
But Lu Xingze couldn't resist his curiosity.