Xuexue stepped to the side, and Xiuzhi lunged at nothing. Losing her balance, she couldn't stop herself and hit her forehead against the adjacent wall.
"Ouch!"
Xiuzhi, seeing stars from the impact, let out an involuntary cry of pain. Clutching her forehead, she became furiously embarrassed and berated Xuexue, "You little cheap person, not only did you steal my silver, but you dare to hit me?"
"Ah! Well, isn't that something, the thief crying 'catch the thief,'" Xuexue retorted coldly.
"You… who are you calling a thief?" Unable to snatch back the copper coin, Xiuzhi gnashed her teeth in frustration.
"Besides you, is there anyone else here? Not even a ghost, okay?" Xuexue glanced around and immediately froze.
She inwardly howled in lamentation for invoking misfortune with her words.
At some unknown time, a delicate-looking little girl had appeared by Xiuzhi's side. Her appearance was quite endearing—that is, of course, before knowing she was a ghost.