Yu Ziqing carefully examined the wretched-looking hungry ghost; at first glance, Yu Ziqing knew he was definitely not ordinary.
Ordinary hungry ghosts are typically emaciated, resembling dried corpses, with faces inclined towards the horrific.
Yet, the fellow before him, having transformed into a hungry ghost, still showed a visibly miserable expression—who knows what a sour face he must have had when alive.
He's truly born to match a hungry ghost, born unlucky; he would be a loss not to become one.
"Tell me, how did you live afterwards, and how did you die?"
Upon these words, the miserable-faced hungry ghost's expression turned even more sour as he recalled.
"It was actually quite difficult. Since I can remember, I was with an Evil Cult.
Later, following the Evil Cult team, many died, and those who followed eventually died off completely.
Upon leaving, I finally learned what the Evil Cult was doing.
As a child, I truly didn't find anything wrong with it.
