Nightfall was gloomy, and the corridor whipped with a chilling wind, as if peeling off a layer of skin.
Yet what is arsenic to one is honey to another; Donggong Ruoshu only felt extremely comfortable, as if standing atop the hills of a vast grassland, arms wide open to the wind.
"What a coincidence, you're a ghost too."
Donggong Ruoshu turned and patted her shoulder, looking as if they were old buddies.
The face paused in place, with a hint of bewilderment in her eyes.
Unperturbed, Donggong Ruoshu realized her earlier fear was unwarranted. It turned out to be a ghost, a familiar face in an unfamiliar land; Donggong Ruoshu was especially delighted and carefully examined the face of the ghost before her.
A long oval face, pale cheeks, exquisite features, and a slender build—a pity she became a ghost at such a youthful age. As Donggong Ruoshu was studying her, she suddenly noticed a fluffy glow behind her, upon closer inspection…
A rather large fox tail.
