Pei Xingcheng's eyes brimmed with confusion. Had he forgotten to take something? What was this female ghost talking about? Was he missing something?
Noticing the confusion on his face, the female ghost sneered lightly. "You're forgetting that," she said, gesturing towards the broom lying flat on the ground.
Pei Xingcheng, upon noticing the broom, let out a chuckle. "Ah! Yes, I nearly forgot I had brought that along," he remarked and picked up the broom.
"And why did you bring that? To beat me with it, maybe?" The female ghost asked with a big smile on her face, but he could hear the danger in her voice.
"Hehe, no! Of course not," he shook his head immediately to save his life. "How could I bring this broom to beat you? Ofcourse not! If you don't trust me, you can ask Miss Ghost. She will vouch for me. I didn't bring the broom to beat you."
"Really?" the female ghost raised her eyebrows.
