The ghost was sizing up the nearby anatomy building, her face filled with fascination and curiosity.
When she heard Zhao Yuan speak, she turned her head, her expression still one of utter confusion. She even spread her hands in a helpless gesture, as if to say, 'What was all that gibberish? I didn't understand a single word.'
Zhao Yuan felt awkward and couldn't help but rant internally, 'What damn country is this ghost from? She can't even understand Chinese! But looking at how she's dressed, she doesn't seem to be from Japan or South Korea...'
Grumbling aside, the job still had to be done. Even if the ghost couldn't understand him, he had to send her back. Otherwise, if she remained in the mortal realm, there was no telling what kind of trouble might arise.
It was only at this moment that Zhao Yuan realized just how dangerous it had been to so rashly come here and summon a ghost.
