Ma Long looked around in shock and disbelief.
Holy shit!
Did my brother get me drunk and then bring me to a ghost den?
Looking at Ma Long, Xu Yang felt tremendously embarrassed.
He only noticed the female ghost struggling to carry Ma Long, thinking to "help the ghost" by bringing Ma Long to the ghost's den early, drawing out the other female ghosts, but he hadn't expected Ma Long to wake up.
For a moment, the two stared at each other, creating an awkward atmosphere.
Ma Long swallowed and asked, "Xu Yang, am I dreaming?"
He refused to believe that his brother would do such a thing to him!
"Dreaming?"
Xu Yang: "Ah, yes, yes, yes... you're dreaming..."
With that, he raised his hand like a blade, striking faster than lightning.
Smack!
A gentle tap on Ma Long's neck and he collapsed onto the ground.
"Phew!"
Xu Yang wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, silently praising his quick thinking... With that, Ma Long would think he had been dreaming!
