"Are… you here for me?"
A faint voice drifted from the coffin, its breathy tones drawn out in a way that was indescribably eerie.
Xiao Wang, who was in the middle of his passionate speech, froze. He stiffly turned his head and saw a hand, as white as the wall itself, braced against the side of the coffin.
No matter how brave his words had been, the moment he actually heard the ghost's voice, Xiao Wang broke out in a cold sweat.
Su Nian's voice came from the phone: "It's me."
The female ghost gloomily raised her head, only to see Su Nian on the screen, munching on a peach with an air of arrogant superiority.
As a slacker ghost, she had her own pride. A moment ago, she'd been startled into retreating, but now she had her lines and moves all planned out.
'Time to get some face back!'
She bared her fangs, striking a threatening pose.
[Looks like she doesn't know the streamer's nickname, Ghost Mo Chou.]
[Forget the ghost, even I'm scared.]
[Bravery +1, Life -1.]
