Caw caw caw—
Crows circled above and landed on a nearby branch, their calls lingering in the mountain forest, deeply unsettling.
It was a deep night with heavy dew, the moonlight clear and tranquil, shadows layering upon one another.
Chuzheng looked at her almost transparent hands, struggling to come to terms with it.
What was happening to her?
Had the Bastard's transmission lost data, only sending half of her over?
[Little sister, you're a ghost now.]
Ghost...
Ghost?? A ghost aah!!!
With her face as still as water, Chuzheng calmly asked, "Fine, how does a ghost spend money extravagantly?"
[Hee hee, you've got Joss Paper currency. Little sister, let's aspire to become the Netherworld's number one extravagant spender! Let's go!]
No!
I don't want to at all!
[Then, little sister, receive your memories.] King's Account skillfully employed its 'ignore what you don't want to hear' feature.
Chuzheng: "..." Bastard!
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The original host's surname was Qiao.
