"I merely wanted to stop and ask you something, why did you run?" Yan Fei waited for the person hed already pegged as a thief to approach him, heart steady, breath calm, and asked.
"Ghost..." The man screamed in terror and turned to run again.
You're calling me a ghost? Yan Fei snickered to himself as he looked over the adjacent wheat fields.
With Yan Fei orchestrating these ghostly antics, the man ran around within the wheat fields, inexplicably dashing towards a group of graves. Next moment, there was yet another figure appearing in front of him, from behind the mound of graves.
Frightened beyond belief, the man could run no more. His legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground. "Spare me, honorable spirit! I would never steal oil again! I shouldn't have driven my motorcycle around and disturbed you. Please forgive me this one time!" He begged for his life.
