"Ghosts indeed exist in this world!"
Old Deer floated at the head of the bed, looking at Tang Mingyuan whose face was pale.
"Ghosts are born from resentment, you have never seen them, mostly because you've lived too smoothly, never witnessing the darkness of the world."
"Why can't they see you?"
Tang Mingyuan calmed his thoughts slightly, after all, having lived two lifetimes, his ability to accept new things had greatly strengthened, he pointed at the servant standing guard outside the door.
After being frightened into fainting last night, the servant had carried Tang Mingyuan back to his bedroom and called for a doctor for treatment; he had just regained consciousness a moment ago.
"You are not like them, your soul is far superior to ordinary people."
