The wood carving walked back and forth under the girl's fiddle, making a creaking sound.

"Woodman Technique? This ghost is really a disciple of the Mohist School!" Jiang Chaoge looked at the wood carving on the table and seemed to feel that the wood carving was emitting bursts of cold laughter.

This reminded him of the lolita in white dress he had seen in Wujiazhuang... Oh, no, it was Wu Ming!

"The one possessing this girl should be the Mohist disciple, but there is nothing robbing the rich and giving to the poor nearby? There is only Lingzhu Temple, what is their purpose of staying here for a while?"

Stay for a while...

Near Lingzhu Temple?

Jiang Chaoge instinctively began to think, has there been any robbing from the rich and giving to the poor recently near Lingzhu Temple? It seems not...

etc!

Could it be...that it couldn't be possible?!

For a moment, he thought of a possibility.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, I have hired a doctor to diagnose your pulse."

"Go away, I'm not sick!" The girl suddenly raised her head ferociously, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, and she made a strange sound.

Cuckoo!

This sound...
Chapter completed!