Before Zhao Rong could finish, his assistant immediately cut him off. "Zhao Rong, I'm certain the Polar Evil Spirit isn't a fox spirit. It's a malevolent ghost..."
Curious, Zhao Rong asked, "How can you be so sure it's a malevolent ghost?"
The assistant recalled what he had experienced the previous night. "Think about it, Zhao Rong. I'm the one who dug that woman out of a grave. When people die, do they turn into fox spirits? No, they become malevolent ghosts!"
However, smelling the strong, musky odor that filled the room, Zhao Rong asked in confusion, "But why does your ice house reek of fox?"
"Zhao Rong, that's not the smell of a fox," the assistant explained. "That's body odor."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong frowned. "Assistant, I don't remember you having body odor. Where is this smell coming from?"
