"You have the same breath as me. You are a ghost sent to the male by a hundred ghosts. Why do you pretend to be a Taoist to deal with your own kind?" "Two young grandmothers squint at me, scold coldly.

"although I am a ghost, I am not your kind." I retorted that I had never evaded or disguised the identity of the ghost child. I am the ghost child. I am the ghost child my mother paid a huge price to send to the Yang.

"funny, you are a ghost, I am a ghost, what are we not the same kind?" The second young grandma snorted coldly.

"there...