"You lucky dead girl, if Old Master Mo hadn't pleaded for you, I would have beaten you to death today," snapped Old Lady Mo furiously.
No sooner had Old Money Mo and his cronies left than Old Lady Mo glared at Xuexue and cursed her a few times. Then she slung the broom over her shoulder and strutted away.
At that moment, Xuexue was not in the least concerned with her grandmother's scolding; her mind was wholly occupied by the concern for those little ghosts.
What had actually happened? Why had Old Money Mo provoked those little ghosts? What kind of grudge caused those seven little ghosts to cling to Old Money Mo's back day and night, unwilling to come down?
In her previous life, she could not see these things; why could she see them after being reborn? Xuexue found it utterly baffling. However, she felt relieved that those little ghosts seemed to target only Old Money Mo and bore no malice towards her or the other villagers.
