Yun Ran slightly frowned, looking at the man a few steps away wrapped in a black cloak, wearing a green-faced mask with fangs, standing in the snowstorm like a ghostly figure.
She curled her lips into a cold smile and said sarcastically:
"Really playing the ghost without any self-awareness. Displaying yourself in broad daylight! Aren't you afraid of being caught and turned into wine?"
"Wine?! How dare you say it again!"
Was the wind too strong? Or something else? That voice seemed to have split.
"Wine, wine, wine! Twist off the head to soak in wine! Chop off the feet to be used as firewood, cut off the hands to feed the pigs."
Ghost King: "￥%%...&**#..."
Nangong Siyu was obviously stunned for a moment, then pulled at her sleeve with some worry, whispering:
"Sister, we shouldn't provoke him… He looks so scary!"
Yun Ran patted her hand, comforting her: "Don't be afraid! Even if you're polite to him, if he wants to kill you, he will."
