The Tragic Death of a Musician
Wanwan held her little head and confidently retorted, “Wanwan is not fat! Big brother is just illiterate, he definitely didn’t pay attention in school.”
Xia Zhihuai: “…”
Zhong Jianian couldn’t help but suppress his laughter as he looked up at the shadow on the wall. “Wanwan wants to give it a chance?”
Wanwan nodded earnestly. “Although the aura emanating from this ghost is fierce, it doesn’t actively harm people.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
Xia Zhihuai found it completely incomprehensible. Just a moment ago, this thing seemed like a big demon lord ready to destroy humanity.
The fading ghostly figure on the wall immediately pleaded, “Please spare me, little Taoist priest, my lord. I truly didn’t harm anyone on my own accord.”
“This human was affected by the resentment on me because they held onto the music box I was sealed in.”