The little boy exploded in anger: "Then why did you step on me just now?!"

"After all, I'm impolite," Fang He said quite frankly.

Xiao Cheng: "..." Goodness, you really are something else.

The little boy was furious, but there was nothing he could do but stomp his feet.

Even Xiao Cheng started to complain: "You're so weak. You're the weakest ghost I've ever seen."

"So, can you please help me or not!" the little boy shouted at the top of his lungs, disregarding everything else. "I'm begging you, please help me!"

Xiao Cheng smiled at the mischievous child: "Help, of course I'll help. I'm always happy to help others."

The little boy grunted twice, turned around and ran to the coffin, slamming his fists onto the coffin lid with a loud thud.

"Open it!"

"Isn't that impolite?" Xiao Cheng said hesitantly. "What's the difference between breaking into someone's coffin for no reason and trespassing?"

"Aren't you the most helpful person?" the little boy asked righteously.

“But you’re a ghost,” Xiao Cheng said matter-of-factly.

"You won't find a knife anywhere else but this coffin! You want a peach wood one, right? If you don't complete the village chief's task, hmph." The little boy threatened, hands on his hips.

"Is that your body inside?" Fang He suddenly asked.

The little boy was shocked: "How did you know!"

Xiao Cheng: "..." You have a knife stuck in your head, kid.

But since the matter had been made so clear, neither Xiao Cheng nor Fang He intended to refuse his request.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, then walked to the coffin.

"Move aside, kid." Xiao Cheng carefully examined the coffin lid. "We're about to open the coffin."