"I am the Ghost King. How could the Ghost King just turn tail and run?"
Despite his bold words, his hands honestly accepted the talismans Pei Ye handed him, stuffing them into his pockets until they bulged. However, having so many talismans on him inexplicably made Ying Lin feel less secure.
"You being this generous suddenly gives me a bad premonition."
Pei Ye fought the urge to roll her eyes. "It seems you haven't watched enough TV shows to understand the tropes. Don't carelessly raise meaningless death flags like that."
Ying Lin secretly gripped the talismans in his pocket tighter to draw some sense of security.
The human and the ghost split up. Pei Ye went after the delivery truck, while Ying Lin tailed the woman in sunglasses to prevent her from being silenced. No, just being murdered wouldn't truly silence her—the real fear was having her soul completely shattered after death.
