"You old fool, you really have a lot of leisure time, fishing here. Hurry up and come with me, I need to save someone."

"It's your business if you want to save people, what does it have to do with me? If you have nothing else to do, hurry up and leave, don't keep me from fishing."

Seeing that the old man's temper hadn't changed at all, the ghost mother angrily grabbed his hair.

"I told you to hurry up and come with me to rescue people, or I'll rip your hair out."

"After all these years, you're still so irritable. I'm really fed up with you."

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here, or I'll have to take action."

Old Ghost Head angrily threw down his fishing rod and glared at her.

"Isn't this considered hitting me? I've lost all my hair, but my temper is still the same as before, not changed at all."

“You’re no different. You have no sense of responsibility at all. If you hadn’t run away back then, my child wouldn’t have died. Come back with me now, or I’ll blow up your Ghost Cave Village.”

Neither of them would give way, and it looked like they were about to fight.

"I don't have time to argue with you. Hurry up and leave, or something bad might happen to the child."

The ghost mother grabbed the old ghost's beard and ran away from Ghost Cave Village.

When they returned to their cave, less than an hour had passed, and the mother and daughter were still fast asleep.

"Old woman, how could you give acupuncture to a child? Are you even human?"

"If I don't give the child acupuncture, can I go out? This child is such a troublemaker. What if something goes wrong? Can you afford to take responsibility?"

The ghost mother picked up the child and gently coaxed him, her eyes full of tenderness.

This was an expression Old Ghost had never seen before.