The news of the He family being haunted spread like wildfire, and people died every now and then. As a result, people moved away from Jiangzhen one after another, and before long, this once bustling town gradually became deserted.

"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Is she crazy? I have no problem with her taking revenge, but what does it have to do with the original owner of this body?"

"Who knows?" Xiao Hei shook his head. "By the way, as a side note, she also poisoned Old Master He."

"Holy crap? That's intense!" Fang Zhiyi exclaimed. "And then, that guy, He Chusheng?"

"He was fine and lived out his old age peacefully."

"Isn't this pure nonsense? She didn't kill those who should have been killed, but killed a whole bunch of people who shouldn't have been killed. Is she crazy?"

"Who can argue with that? She became a vengeful ghost and plagued Jiangzhen for over a hundred years."

As they spoke, Fang Zhiyi walked through the grove of trees. A figure was hanging from a crooked tree ahead, swaying slightly in the wind.

Fang Zhiyi paid no attention and walked straight past, only making a detour when she reached the bottom of the hanging ghost.

"My mom said that crawling between someone's legs will stunt your growth."

“You won’t grow any taller,” Xiao Hei said seriously.

"You don't know anything! What if he goes through a second growth spurt?"

The hanged ghost was simply ignored.

“But it is indeed a bit troublesome…” Fang Zhiyi casually drew a talisman on her hand, but did not feel the familiar power of heaven and earth. “Making me believe in gods, that’s a bit unscientific.”

Suddenly he felt something rubbing against his shoulder, and when he turned his head, he saw a foot wearing an embroidered shoe.

He had already revealed that he could see them when he went around the hanging ghost.

Fang Zhiyi was somewhat helpless and could only look up: "Big sister, do you know you're wearing a skirt?"

The face that was hanging down stared intently at him, its eyes bulging, its expression extremely mournful.

Most people would be terrified at the sight, but Fang Zhiyi remained calm and composed: "I have no grudge against you, so why are you following me? Do you like me?"

The hanging ghost remained dead, following Fang Zhiyi step by step, its body gradually lowering until it was riding on Fang Zhiyi's neck.

"That's going too far!" Fang Zhiyi frowned, but he really didn't have any good ideas right now.

If it were the old world...

Wait a minute? The world before? Fang Zhiyi suddenly realized something: "Xiao Hei, you said this world is a traditional world of demons and ghosts, right?"

“Yeah, right.” Xiao Hei looked like he was enjoying the show.

Fang Zhiyi laughed: "That reminds me of something interesting..." Just then, the hem of the hanging ghost's skirt covered his eyes. Fang Zhiyi impatiently reached out and pushed the skirt aside. "Fine, fine, you're going to keep bothering me, aren't you? You just wait!"