Shanhai Zhenren looked surprised and sighed, "I wanted to find a local male ghost to get some efficient work done, but who would have thought..."
Shanhai Zhenren's usual approach was to confine the ghosts of the land, but this was the beautiful country—where did this anciently dressed, classic beauty come from?
"Did you mess up the spell?" Wang Daniu speculated.
Shanhai Zhenren pursed his lips, "I don't know, I've never cast spells abroad before, so who knows where the problem could be? For now, let's just make do with what we have."
"That works." Wang Daniu nodded and smiled, then said to the palace-dressed beauty, "You, are you called Yang Yuhuan?"
The classically dressed beauty stepped forward and bowed, "I am the ghost of Yang Yuhuan, the Imperial Consort of the Great Tang Dynasty!"
At these words, Wang Daniu laughed, while Shanhai Zhenren was so shocked that he was speechless.
