Upon hearing Hua Qianmian's words, Sang Que's brow twitched, "You haven't even reached Ghost Level, and you dare to think about becoming a Ghost God?"
Hua Qianmian chuckled, "I call this planning ahead. You must know that to become a Ghost God, fear from the living isn't enough; one also needs the incense offerings from the people. It's better to prepare early than to do nothing."
Sang Que couldn't help but nod, looking at the book on the table without a cover, "So is this the secret to becoming a Ghost God?"
"Release your Evil Mist, I'm afraid someone might eavesdrop," Hua Qianmian was very cautious, but also very trusting of Sang Que.
Sang Que complied, letting the Evil Mist fill the entire house, and the surroundings immediately became silent and peaceful.
