The dark wind whizzed, and two ghost fires hung high above the ghost gate.
A group of white shadows quietly stretched forward, frightening the ghost in official robes to jump high. The white shadow immediately made a sharp mockery: "Old Lin, what's wrong with you? You have a monkey head and a shrinking brain?"
"What do you know, you loser fox!" The official-robed ghost patted his chest with lingering fear, and said mysteriously, "Guess who I just saw by the Wangchuan River?"
Bai Ying lazily yawned, stretched out his balled up body, and spread out his five furry tails: "You are so dead that your bones have become slag, what kind of old friends can you meet?"
"Ah! I can't afford to be an old friend like this! That person has been heard in the underworld for a long time, but we have never seen him before!"
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