He rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief. Could it be that he could see ghosts now without the little princess' help in opening his third eye?
Jing Huaian didn't follow him. He had no interest in following ghosts. He walked forward for a distance and saw a man sitting on the ground not far away. His head was slightly lowered and his facial expression could not be seen clearly. He was holding a wine jug in his hand and reeked of alcohol.
But the chest seemed to have stopped rising and falling.
Jing Huaian stared at him carefully for a while and found that it was not his illusion. His chest was no longer moving. Was this man dead?
Was that white shadow just now him?
No way?!
Jing Huaian looked at him carefully for a while, thought about it, and then went to call the government office over. The government office called people over to examine the body and said, "He died of drinking."
The people in the yamen were quite speechless, "How could these people not take care of themselves?"
"Drinking is drinking, there is no moderation."
Jing Huaian didn't say anything and turned away. He thought for a moment, turned around and chased in the direction where the soul had drifted away. No, he had to go and confirm it.
If what he just saw was really this person's ghost, then why could he see it?
Jing Huaian chased for a distance and saw the white shadow. However, there was a ghost messenger standing in front of the white shadow. The ghost messenger was asking him, "Do you want to stay in the world of the living or go to the underworld?"
"If you go to the underworld now, you have to wait in line for a long time."
"The King of Hell said that if you don't want to wait in line for so long, you can stay in the living world temporarily, but the people you knew in life will not be able to see you anymore."
"You can't do whatever you want in the mortal world, or you will be punished in the underworld. Make your own choice!"
"I'm going to the underworld!"
Bai Ying scratched his head and asked, "Is there any wine to drink in the underworld?"
“Yes, but you have to pay with ghost money.”
"When your relatives burn paper money for you, you can buy it."
White Shadow: ...
"That's it. I died from drinking myself to death. I guess they won't burn paper money for me."
I'll just say he deserves it.
"Forget it, I'll just go to the underworld."
"There's nothing fun in this world anyway."
The ghost picked up the soul-locking chain and locked him up. The moment he raised his eyes, his eyes met Jing Huaian's. The ghost only glanced at him once and then disappeared before his sight.
Jing Huaian: ...He did make eye contact with that ghost just now.
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