The night was deep, and the charcoal stove glowed red, warming the chill of the spring night.
Madam Tong leaned over the window to glance outside, then turned her head to the young man by the stove and said, "It's not raining. We don't have to go out tonight; it seems the ghost tide is almost over."
Song Cheng pulled out the handwritten "Flying Wheel Force" from his bosom and said, "Madam, read it to me."
Madam Tong nodded, sat beside him, her legs closely together, holding the booklet. After glancing at it, she was taken aback and said, "Another force method, you..."
Song Cheng said indifferently, "The more, the better."
Madam Tong spat playfully, "Dream on! After sleeping with Sister An, are you talking like her now?"
Song Cheng laughed, "Read."
Madam Tong huffed, crossed her arms, tapped her feet, then cautiously looked at the boy beside her, wondering if he could notice her little movements.
Song Cheng said, "The more the better, don't be mad."
