"Play with me!" the little girl holding the ball called out.
Play with a ball? Seriously? Annoying brats are the worst.
Li Ang's expression darkened. Without a word, he took a steel rod as thick as the mouth of a bowl from his backpack slot and planted it on the ground with clear ill intent.
"Wait, don't act rashly," Chai Cuiqiao suddenly whispered from within him. "Her state... is very strange."
Hmm? Li Ang gripped the steel rod tightly and scrutinized the little girl with a furrowed brow. She's not a normal resentful Spirit... is she?
Li Ang hesitated. He picked up the ball with one hand and threw it a little farther away.
The little girl Ghost remained still, but her figure drifted backward. She leisurely picked up the ball and floated back to toss it to Li Ang.
Li Ang's eyes lit up. He threw the ball forcefully more than twenty meters away, watching the little girl flit over to fetch it and then fly back, hugging it.
