Shu Guan raised his head.
A figure floated down from above the theater and landed beside Shu Guan.
She was dressed in green, as ugly as a fierce ghost.
Of course, she was originally a ghost.
Shu Guan turned his head to the maid who was peeling sunflower seeds for him and smiled faintly, saying,
"You go out first!"
The maid stopped her delicate jade hands in astonishment, then looked at Shu Guan with a hint of resentment, pretending not to see the green-clothed woman beside him.
In the end, the maid respectfully left the compartment.
Only then did Shu Guan turn back, his smile unchanged as he looked at the hideous, flesh-rolled face beside him and said,
"There are several cultivators in this theater today. Aren't you worried about attracting trouble by showing up like this?"
"If I don't want them to see me, they won't be able to see me."
The Qingyi Ghost Woman said this indifferently.
Her face was ugly to the extreme, but her voice was extremely pleasant to the ear.