Yu Changkong had perused a vast array of books from a young age and accompanied his parents on travels far and wide, gaining extensive knowledge. Though he didn't rigidly adhere to the idea of not engaging in discussions of strange forces and gods, he only considered them to be rumors heard through the grapevine, never having witnessed anything supernatural himself. However, after the massive upheaval that befell him at the age of ten, he stopped believing in the existence of ghosts and gods.
If they did exist, why would they turn a blind eye to such a tragedy!
This was his disillusionment with the divine.
But now, right in front of him, the ghost with a pale face and a long, protruding tongue appeared out of thin air. Even if he pinched himself hard enough to draw blood, he couldn't deny what he saw with open eyes—this had to be an Eye-Blocking Technique, right?
"Sir, what do you need of me?" the hanging ghost trembled in fear.
