"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have killed that ghost so quickly. I would have let it stay alive longer to interrogate it. Perhaps I would have known more." Shen Yaowei felt that it was a pity.
Cang Ye shook his head. "It's useless. The ghost race has never been afraid of death. As long as it's something they don't want to say, they'd rather die, even if you threatened them with their lives. This is the ghost race. Their true scariness is actually far greater than this. If you don't want to deal with these strange things in the future, I advise you to leave the Imperial Preceptor's residence as soon as possible and not ask for trouble."
Shen Yaowei turned to look at Cang Ye beside her and couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, so you can say so much in one go? I thought you only knew how to say things word by word."
Cang Ye's expression stiffened, and his eyes darkened as he looked at her. "Shen Yaowei, I'm talking to you about serious matters."
