Once inside the house, I felt a lot better, perhaps because the lights were on. After all, I'm not a ghost, just a Maoshan Disciple whose Primordial Spirit has left his body.
The man who had been standing at the door had now placed the flashlight on the table and was walking toward the bed.
"What on earth was that sound outside?" the woman sitting on the bed asked, looking up at the man.
"Who knows what it was. I shone the flashlight outside for a good while and didn't see anything. But at least that sobbing sound is gone. Maybe it's just someone's cat in heat. Let's not worry about it and just go to sleep," the man said as he crawled under the covers, pulling them over his head.
The woman sitting on the bed seemed very dissatisfied with his answer and suddenly yanked the covers off him.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep, is sleeping all you can do? You can't even handle a simple task. I really must have been blind to have chosen someone like you."
