The bell at Fortune Pavilion rang non-stop.
Shopkeeper Chang almost wanted to cover his ears. His old face was flushed red, unknowingly from excitement or fear as he stared at the door.
Xie Qiao stood there, a little confused. "Even if one becomes a ghoul, there should be no class distinction. How can... a ghoul still be willing to be a servant?"
That did not make sense?
"Our Baili family has a good reputation. Every year, there are quite a few people who offer sacrifices to us. It's just some wine and food, so we give them some. In addition, these ghouls were illiterate when they were alive. Regardless of gender, our Baili family is full of talent, so we teach them a thing or two." Baili Ji said matter-of-factly.
The corner of Xie Qiao's mouth twitched twice.
One did not have to worry no matter where they went if they were skilled?
