The time was late at night, the setting a moonless, windy night at an ancient shrine. Under the gloomy moonlight, the Heavenly Master Girl actually said there were ghosts, and not just any ghosts, but starving ghosts that fed on the flesh and blood of the living. If this were Lin Tian from a few months ago, his legs would certainly have turned to jelly.
But now he just had a question in mind, and he asked, "Heavenly Master, are you saying there really are ghosts?"
This was yet another new title, and the Heavenly Master Girl felt quite helpless, but she consoled herself that at least "Heavenly Master" sounded better than "Heavenly Master Daoist." She could only slowly get used to these endless new nicknames from this jerk.