Qiao Zhen feigned ignorance, "I'm so tired of pretending to be working and acting like an adult in front of you all. It's time to be honest, I'm actually only twelve years old. This is my last Children's Day. Big brother, you wouldn't be so heartless as to take away my last Children's Day, would you? Even though I'm in a spirit state now, and I've turned into a jade pendant, I didn't ask you for a gift. Can't I even go out and play for a while?"
Cheng Zhao raised his eyebrows as he listened to her eloquent words, then went about his business in silence.
Qiao Zhen talked on and on without getting a response from Cheng Zhao, so she had no choice but to shut up in frustration.
I couldn't go anywhere, my vision was limited to the ceiling, and I didn't dare to turn over. It was torture.
With a rustling sound, Cheng Zhao had already crawled into the gray quilt. He turned over and faced away from the bedside table where the jade pendant was, seemingly muttering a few words to himself.
Strangely enough, Qiao Zhen felt the restraints on her body gradually disappearing, and her soul slowly floated out of the jade pendant. "Hehe, thank you, little brother."
Cheng Zhao ignored her, burying her head in the blanket, looking like she couldn't be bothered with her.
Qiao Zhen floated around Cheng Zhao's bedroom happily, but when she reached the bedroom door, she encountered another transparent barrier. She frowned and asked, "Little brother, have you cast some kind of spell on me so that I can't leave a certain distance from you?"
Cheng Zhao looked in the direction of the sound, but could only see an ordinary bedroom. "Hmm."
Qiao Zhen didn't ask any more questions. After Cheng Zhao fell asleep, she observed him closely. Although she kept calling him "little brother," he was too young to accept the title. Calling him "older brother" would be more appropriate, as he looked to be in his thirties. Considering the character's setting that always looked younger than his age, Cheng Zhao was definitely more than thirty.
Sherlock Holmes is really online.
Moreover, Cheng Zhao would not scheme to kill a stranger without a reason.
Therefore, there must be more to the story.
Qiao Zhen sat on the bedside table, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Cheng Zhao, her finger idly tapping her cheek. [Damn system, can you dispel this spell?]
Xiao Ling: [No.]
Qiao Zhen: [Ha! This is a contest between technology and mysterious Eastern powers, and you're actually backing down?]
Xiao Ling: [The reverse psychology tactic didn't work.]
Qiao Zhen: [Who cares about using reverse psychology? I'm just telling the truth. You're such a fragile system.]
Enraged, Xiao Ling immediately dispelled the spell on Qiao Zhen, saying, "That's not true! See for yourself! Technological power is far more powerful than any mysterious Eastern force!"
Qiao Zhen leisurely left Cheng Zhao's bedroom. [Hmm, not bad, stupid system.]
Little Zero grumbled and complained about Qiao Zhen. Even though technology was clearly superior to the mysterious power of the East, she still called it stupid! This woman was simply too much!
Qiao Zhen wandered around the brightly lit commercial street. Little Zero belatedly realized that it had let Qiao Zhen out of Cheng Zhao's side. It immediately let out a terrified electronic scream, which Qiao Zhen found extremely annoying and simply blocked.
Commercial streets in big cities are always bustling at night, with crowds of people coming and going. But the only thing that struck Qiao Zhen as odd was that the old beggar sitting on the flowerbed was begging with his bowl in his hand, but it seemed that no one could see him and everyone hurried past him.
The old beggar's clothes were tattered and swarming with flies, making him look smelly. However, the passersby did not avoid him. Instead, they would cover their noses in surprise and take a few steps back before hurrying past him.
As Qiao Zhen drifted over, she was hit by a pungent, sour smell that nearly made her faint. She immediately covered her nose and mouth with her hands and retreated to a place where the smell was less intense. But a bigger question lingered in her mind: how could a bustling commercial street allow this old beggar to exist?
The old beggar grinned lewdly and waved to Qiao Zhen, "Young lady, why are you struggling to survive in this area at such a young age?"
Qiao Zhen pointed at herself in disbelief, "You can see me?"
The old beggar waved his hand unhappily, "What are you talking about? You can see me too, can't you?"
"You're a ghost too!"
"Yes." The old beggar stood up shakily, leaning on his cane. He raised his cane and tapped it on the ground with a "thud." His tattered clothes transformed into clean and smooth ancient robes. Only then did he walk to Qiao Zhen's side. "Little girl, can you answer my question now?"
Qiao Zhen stared wide-eyed at the old beggar, "You...you're a ghost immortal!"
The old beggar was also surprised. "Young lady, you know a lot, but I don't know where you got this information from. If you can't give a clear answer, don't blame this old man for being ruthless." He spread his five fingers, and suddenly a strong wind arose all around, and his cane emitted black mist as it floated in the air.
Qiao Zhen's hair was whipped around in the wind, and she raised her hand to brush away the stray strands hitting her face. "You're the one who just said that! I can see you, and you can see me. If I'm a ghost, then you must be a ghost too! And the way you just showed off your skills, it's all over the place that you're a ghost immortal!"
The old beggar, his face contorted with grotesque fat, asked again, "Then why did you think I was a ghost immortal, and not a ghost god or an ordinary little devil?"
Qiao Zhen silently rolled her eyes. "Because of your robes! Look at your clothes and then look at mine. You're not from my time at all. Plus, the skill you just showed is enough to prove you're not an ordinary ghost. As for ghosts and gods, wake up! Ghosts and gods are still gods, they're worshipped in temples. Would they stoop so low as to beg on the streets?"
The old beggar let out an "Oh," and the surrounding gale abruptly stopped. He resumed his kind and benevolent demeanor. "You seem quite clever," he said. "Why don't you come with me to the underworld?"
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