In the dead of night, the Ghost floated out of the Horse-Faced Bell. Her form became increasingly solid as her cultivation improved. Little Taotie handed her Chen Laohu's address.
The Ghost Sister gently patted Little Taotie's head: "What are you worrying about?"
Little Taotie hesitated for a moment, then shared what she had found to be amiss.
She had learned many skills in the Special Department, such as observing subtle facial expressions and hand movements.
She noticed that the first time Tiger Sister got in the car saying she was going to buy spicy hot pot, the second time she got in she just left it, and the third time she came back and frowned when opening it, seemed like different people.
She suspected that Tiger Sister might be possessed by something, perhaps some lingering spiritual remnants.
"I didn't smell any Yin Qi on her," Feng Qi said, flicking his large tail.
