One hundred and one. The girl under the umbrella

"Why aren't any of you shooting?"

Yang Chunxue complained loudly to her teammates on the screen.

It seemed she had a regular group of players she gamed with every afternoon. However, they would never know the true nature of their gaming companion—

Wrapped in a blanket, Kong Nanqing watched a TV drama, with a box of tissues ready by her side. Of course, she couldn't cry, these were habits from when she was alive.

Each ghost was preoccupied with their own amusement, in harmony.

Lu Li sat at his desk as usual, seemingly deep in thought.

The old Taoist's claim that spirits lose consciousness over time might be true; the ghosts at the graveyard in Shanjiao Village had proven this point.

Lu Li wasn't particularly worried; with the Ghost Envoy Manual, Yang Chunxue had no reason to be able to hurt him. Although Kong Nanqing was free, even if she lost her consciousness and a malevolent spirit awakened, Lu Li had the power to contend with her.