Zhao Yang turned his head toward the little ghost and noticed a look of anticipation on its face.
"No..."
Zhao Yang fell silent for a while, before he finally said, "The paths of the living and the dead are separate, I can't possibly bring Old Chen here, and you shouldn't go see him either, otherwise, I will have the Taoist perform a ritual to help your souls rest in peace!"
"Why?" The woman looked at Zhao Yang, puzzled. "Why can't the child take just one look at his father?"
"Because you are already dead!" Zhao Yang said in a heavy tone.
You are already dead!
These words landed heavily on the hearts of the mother and daughter, like a sledgehammer smashing into their souls!
They knew that they had been dead for over a decade, but when someone stated this directly to their faces, they still found it unbearable!
The little ghost was provoked by Zhao Yang's words, and a red light flashed in its eyes, but its mother immediately grabbed it and said, "You can't defeat this person."
