Your Ghost is No More, Gentleman! Chapter 52

The white clothes are more beautiful than snow and the color is like spring flowers.

The black cat with golden pupils let out a "meow" and rolled down at the young man's feet. He had a cold look on his face and floated behind Jason holding a sword that exuded a chill.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the loose and simple robe swayed gently in the wind, making the other person look even more ethereal, as if he had ascended to heaven.

If it weren't for his pair of obviously erected ghost pupils, no one would have associated him with the ghost of the dead.

"I've heard that the president has found a ghost fairy to be his ghost companion. Now it seems that this ghost is barely worthy of the word 'fairy'."