A medical officer spoke cautiously, "Could it be man-made?"
"Listen to me finish," Li Wenhu was displeased and took a sip of hot soup to soothe his throat before continuing, "One day, I met a young girl at the execution ground. She was very young, about eleven or twelve years old, looking terrified and unsettled. I asked her what happened, and she told me—"
"There is a ghost at the execution ground; she saw with her own eyes a hungry ghost eating the corpse of an executed prisoner!"
Upon hearing this, the patients exclaimed in fear, their faces showing terror.
However, the medical officers remained unfazed.
"Then what?" Chang Jin asked.
"Then I left," Li Wenhu spread his hands, "I'm not a Taoist; exorcising ghosts is not my responsibility."
Ji Xun frowned and said, "Why didn't Lord suspect the girl? It's strange for a young girl to appear at the execution ground all of a sudden. Perhaps she was lying, or maybe the mystery of the corpse was her doing."
Li Wenhu was stunned.
