"Master, I'm going up to the second floor to play."
Xiao Taohong floated out from her space; it was the dead of night, her prime time for activity. Despite her age, she still had the heart of a child, always eager to play.
"Go ahead."
Xuexue was so hungry she could feel her stomach sticking to her back; she had no energy to care for her and listlessly waved her hand.
Xiao Taohong acknowledged and drifted upstairs with a face full of excitement. Unexpectedly, she soon hurried back down, anxiously saying to Xuexue, "Master, Master, something terrible has happened, we've walked into a den of wolves."
"What's going on? Be clear, after all, you're a ghost! Stop fussing around, isn't it embarrassing?"
"Hey, come on! I am just a ghost, what's there to be embarrassed about? The problem is we've run into trouble," Xiao Taohong said with an anxious face.
"What actually happened?"
