However, this skill is also quite good, at least he taught her well.
There was no figure above, the group shouted themselves hoarse, yet there was no response.
"Speak!" One of them aimed the gun at Mo Nanjue, looking furious, "Is it you pretending to be a ghost!"
"Do I need to pretend?" Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, his smile deep and unreadable, "I've never said I'm not a ghost."
"You..."
The group looked at each other, genuinely taken aback, one of them boldly stepped out, "What do you have to prove you are a ghost?"
"Do I need proof?" Mo Nanjue raised his eyebrow, "Why don't you go and ask yourself."
"Go, go where to ask?"
"The underworld."
As soon as the man spoke, Tong Ran, hiding behind the platform, understood the implied meaning. She extended her arms, though she wasn't very skilled at archery, having learned it once in the jungle.
