When Song Ci first saw the original host, she was a bit scared. Who isn't afraid of death? If the original host really tried to lure her soul away, she'd have no way to resist.
But after exchanging a few words, she just went all out. Anyway, given her current situation, it was better to end things cleanly than to linger in this frail old body.
"Come on, come on, do it. I won't be a coward," Song Ci stepped forward again.
The original host: "..."
Encountering someone playing by her own rules, it really felt like she was praying to the wrong heavens.
The original host was also quite brash. To put it bluntly, she was like the kind of rural woman they talked about outside, who couldn't read a full character, speaking in crude language—a nouveau riche. Her face was thick-skinned indeed.
"You little girl, why is your heart so ruthless? Don't you respect the elderly? I'm old enough to be your grandmother, and I let you use my body. Yet, you treat me like this, it's senseless."
