Zhao Rong sighed. Feeling cornered, he looked at the female ghost and said, "Hey, female ghost, what if I don't avenge you?"
The female ghost looked at Zhao Rong and smiled. "Since you've already put on these Daoist robes, you can choose not to avenge me. But if you do, I can't guarantee you won't turn into a ghost yourself one day…"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong's jaw dropped. "In that case, I guess I'd better avenge you… By the way, female ghost, who is your enemy, and where is he? You aren't going to make me travel back to the Tang Dynasty, are you?"
The female ghost was annoyed at being called 'female ghost' over and over. "I have a name. It's not like I'm nameless. Can't you please call me by my name?"
Hearing that the ghost in front of him had a name, Zhao Rong asked, "Then what is your name?"
The female ghost moved a little closer, looked at him, and said, "My name is Hua Zi."
