If it had been any other time, Zheng Lili, though not the brightest bulb, would certainly not have believed Fat Wang's ghost stories.
But in these last few days, her streak of bad luck seemed endless, with yesterday's public whipping by Mu Tianyou only adding to her misfortunes.
Her spirit shaken, she fell for Fat Wang's smooth talk, and for the moment, she wholeheartedly believed in the superstitions he peddled.
She took off her clothes for Fat Wang herself, even more proactive than him, desperate to rid herself of what she believed was a curse.
Soon, she discovered.
That this Taoist priest wasn't only adept in his craft but also had a variety of tricks up his sleeve, appearing every bit the seasoned driver.
Although Zheng Lili became suspicious, caught up in the excitement, she couldn't bring herself to stop and question it.
To tell the truth, this Taoist priest was by far better than Mu Tianyou.
