Shao Zifeng drew in a sharp breath.
The dark red candlelight had an ambiguous effect,, making it look like an illicit place's romantic bed... *cough*.
Once he had learned about the old ghost's strength and condition, he actually felt less nervous and was even ready to try persuading him with words.
Shao Zifeng prepared his mental script, raised his head, puffed out his chest,, and imitating the attitude of a certain anime character, he cleared his throat and spoke righteously, "Just like that, consider yourself the tragic hero, always crying and whining..."
"Shut up!" The hunchbacked old man's bloodshot eyes suddenly turned toward Shao Zifeng, and from his gaping mouth came a roar unlike any human, his wide sleeves fluttering and swirling as he extended a translucent ghostly claw toward Shao Zifeng's chest.
"Damn!"
Shao Zifeng tensed, his pupils flashed with firelight, and a bright red flame ignited in his palm, meeting the translucent claw.
Sss.
