Zhou Wenhui looked at Xiao Yuan snuggling up to Yang Fan, her slightly perky buttocks pressed heavily against Yang Fan's arm, and suddenly let out a sinister chuckle as she said, "There's much to be said about why that person would do such a thing. What do you think, why would those little ghosts harm people?"
Xiao Yuan shook her head blankly.
She had never heard of such a thing; how would she know?
"Those little ghosts, they don't just harm anyone." Zhou Wenhui laughed, "People with private moral debts, those who act improperly, they are their prime targets, most likely to provoke such evil spirits. There's an old saying, if you don't do anything to cause guilt, you won't fear ghosts knocking at your door. If your character is too rotten, not to mention walking at night, those little ghosts really might knock on your door in the dead of night."
