Fang Lao Si's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself that the young man was finally getting to the point. He sneered, "Zhao Yang, don't forget you also have one!"
"I have what?" Zhao Yang asked.
"You have a woman!" Fang Lao Si said with a red and white face of urgency.
"But I'm not married!" Zhao Yang said indifferently, "I'm not married, so making friends is a matter of freedom. Am I right or not?"
"Damn, that's shameless! I've really never seen anyone as shameless as you!" Fang Lao Si cursed.
"Stop obsessing, be careful or you'll have ghosts in your house one day, scaring you to death!" Zhao Yang said with a weird laugh.
Zhao Yang had a naughty smile on his face, but Fang Lao Si felt a chill in his heart.
Remembering what had happened in Li Xingkui's old house before, Fang Lao Si suddenly shuddered.
He had clearly seen a ghost that time, but when he passed out and woke up again, everything was gone.
Had he seen things wrongly, or could Zhao Yang really deal with ghosts?
