Haven’t Dropped Dead Yet, But On the Way to It

Wang Ling calmly watched this ferocious Ghost General lunge at him, before it looked like it had seen a ghost of its own and then turned to run away.

The Wang family's small villa on East Huang road was in the outskirts, which used to have a lot of lonely souls and ghosts. In the end, Wang Ling had frightened them all away. He remembered when a ghost had once rushed at him like the Ghost General had, and had been reduced to scattered ashes and dissipating smoke.

It could be said that this Ghost General had better luck.

Actually, it hadn't been scared off by Wang Ling, but by the battle lion crouched down next to him.

After about ten minutes of drawing earlier on, he had already created several kinds of reinforcement talismans which he had wrapped around the battle lion, like the rollers in the landlady auntie's hair.