"Well, you're quite the clever little thing." Sun Hang gave it a thumbs up.
"Don't try to change the subject! Laozi's asking you a question!" The Inverted Man was clearly displeased. "Where did you come from, kid? And why do you have a smell that makes Laozi feel so uncomfortable?"
"Smell?" Sun Hang raised his arm and sniffed. "Are you talking about the smell of sweat? Tsk, I thought with the current temperature, not showering for a day or two wouldn't cause any odor?"
Sun Hang seemed to remember something, and quickly unwrapped the bandage from his wrist. The wound, which had been strangled by the hair of the Zhou Family's female ghost, still hadn't healed. As the bandage was removed, bright red blood beads immediately seeped from his flesh, and a faint scent of blood spread instantly.
The Inverted Man's expression changed dramatically, and the female ghost drifted away without leaving a trace. Even the nearby townspeople turned their heads, looking in Sun Hang's direction.
