Jiang Yuncheng gritted his teeth. "You wait, I'll show you who's in charge in Hong Kong!"

After saying that, he glared at her fiercely, then strode ahead with his head held high.

The middle-aged man also looked at Ming Zhuo with disdain, saying, "Offending Young Master Jiang is like offending the entire Xuanmen sect in Xiangshi. You're in big trouble!"

Mingzhuo smiled slightly: "Why is there a head on your back? Do you want to look in the mirror?"

The middle-aged man was baffled and muttered "crazy person, idiot!"

This is the Celestial Master Palace, how could any ghost dare to break in?

A short while later, Jiang Yuncheng went on stage. He took the opportunity to sneak outside for a smoke and to use the restroom.

At this hour, the restroom was quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight.

It's been raining for the past few days, and today is also a cloudy day.

He walked to the sink, bent down to wash his hands, and washed his face as well.

When I looked up, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

A head without a lower body lay on his shoulder, half of his face was rotten, revealing the bare white bones.

The ghost was initially bored, but when it met his gaze, it immediately grinned and revealed a sinister and eerie smile.

"A ghost!" The middle-aged man let out a blood-curdling scream.

——

The other two were surprised that Mingzhuo wanted to stay.

Didn't you say you were bored and wanted to leave before?

Li Wenhe knew that Ming Zhuo never spoke without reason, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Is there something strange about this place?"

Mingzhuo nodded slightly, "Perhaps we'll have an unexpected gain tonight."