"Why aren't you turning around?!"
Hearing the angry reproach of the ghost with the large head behind her, Feng Xue didn't plan to respond but instead took out a pack of Milk Chocolate from her pocket, tore open the wrapper, and casually tossed it backward...
"Fuck, what the hell did you just feed me... Ugh~!"
Listening to the increasingly feeble curses at her ear, the Pen Immortal cautiously turned her head only to see the large-headed ghost writhing on the ground like an electrocuted mouse, spasming as black smoke slowly wafted up from him, struggling to even maintain his ghostly form.
"How did you know he had to make someone turn around before he could attack?" The Pen Immortal asked curiously. Feng Xue responded matter-of-factly:
