Su Nanzhi waited with a smile on her face and patience in her demeanor for the mother's reaction.
About a minute later, the woman on the windowsill slowly placed her hand on top of hers.
The moment her hand touched Su Nanzhi's, from the palm and spreading to all other parts, she began to have a physical form.
She looked almost the same as Su Nanzhi saw her, still dressed in a floral dress and holding a red umbrella, except her eyes were slightly red and her nails longer than those of an average person. On her neck were the patterns of dark black lycoris flowers.
The two men on the sofa, having witnessed a ghost come to life, were so frightened they couldn't move.
When Su Nanzhi led the ghost over, Yang Qirui finally snapped out of it and jumped three feet high, "…Damn, is this a ghost?"
Was it the kind of ghost that would suddenly stick out a tongue a few meters long, grow sharp fangs, and have a ferocious face?
