Fu Lifei was still waiting for him to continue, but noticed his stiffness and instinctively shook him: "What's wrong?"
Fan Xinglan was looking down, pointing at his own domain, when he caught sight of a familiar figure that made his spine instantly go cold, recalling some unpleasant memories.
He completely ignored Fu Lifei's words.
He thought he must have been seeing things!
After blinking several times, he finally confirmed... he really hadn't been mistaken.
There was indeed a person standing downstairs.
A graceful woman.
Fan Xinglan instantly sobered up, his hair standing on end, almost scared enough to wet himself on the spot.
He pointed downwards, trembling as he spoke: "Wo...woman ghost..."
The others didn't react immediately and, upon hearing this, instinctively looked down out of curiosity, but saw nothing.
Seeing Fan Xinglan's pale, frightened look, they found it somewhat amusing.
"What woman ghost? Where is there a woman ghost?"
