He had hardly fallen asleep when he heard a mournful wailing outside the house.
"Which fierce ghost dares to roam? If you disturb my sleep again, I'll make sure even being a ghost is beyond your reach!"
Li Ping'an turned over in annoyance and continued to sleep. Just as he was dozing off, he heard the tightly closed door creak open with a gust of strange wind.
"Huh? Looking for death?"
Li Ping'an assumed that in such a deserted place there would inevitably be wandering ghosts, but he didn't expect this ghost to be so bold as to ignore his warning and seek its own death. However, his body was extremely tired, and he was too lazy to move, so he just lay in bed, half-opening his eyes to see what reckless ghost had come causing trouble.
To Li Ping'an's great surprise, under the moonlight outside, a water-formed, beheaded dragon whirled into the room, lunging at Li Ping'an with a dragon head held in its claws.
"This is something new! It's my first time encountering a dragon soul."
