This was the first time Situ Zha's mother had seen a ghost.
Listening to the young boy ghost's naive questioning, Situ Zha's mother furrowed her brows deeply.
Innocent children, this little boy clearly didn't know that his grandmother and father were planning to exchange someone else's life for his.
The plump Fan Auntie stood beside a young man who resembled her, in front of a man dressed in a black robe with the Tai Chi symbol on it, only his delicate chin showing.
Fan Auntie asked, "Daoist Master, how much longer until we can start? I'm afraid the child's mother will call the police and bring them here."
Fan Auntie's son, with a flattering look on his face, also asked, "Yes, yes, Daoist Master, when can you save my son?"
The person they called Daoist Master flicked his duster in his hand.