"I've once killed a demon that used the Beast Creation Technique," Chen Xu said.
He simply uttered such a straightforward sentence, without any heartfelt poetry or famous sayings, nor like the past where he would write with grandiosity and flourish.
Yet, this simple sentence was more moving than any beautiful words in the world.
"What did you say?"
Just moments ago, the ghostly stall owner lying behind the stall, writhing in pain, suddenly flipped over and floated up.
The burning resentment deep within his soul was suppressed to near freezing by those few words.
Is there any word in this world that can relieve the distress of fierce ghosts?
The ghostly stall owner, leaning on the stall, extended his shadowy head and asked in a voice almost dreamlike, "What did you say? Say it again!"
Chen Xu replied, "I've killed the demons who used the Beast Creation Technique, two of them."
