Zhao Wenrong wasn't a fool, how could he dare take down the duster hanging at the door.
"Ying Niang, it's my poor vision, but I really don't want to die yet. How about I come look for you forty years later?"
"Bah!" Ying Niang shouted in anger, "I'm barely forty years dead, and you think you can play such a good game of calculation, living a life of indulgence for forty years while expecting me to wait as a widow?"
Zhao Wenrong hurriedly said, "If you need to move on, Ying Niang, I definitely won't stand in your way!"
Lu Zheng almost burst out laughing on the side, but since it wasn't a crisis yet, he enjoyed watching the scene play out.
Ying Niang's expression suddenly darkened, sending a chill down Zhao Wenrong's spine.
"In the past, I was abandoned and hung myself to death, turning into a ghost. I thought you were not favored by cultivators, so we're naturally a match made in heaven.
I kindly comforted you, even gave you my body, and you promised to be with me for eternity.
