At that moment, he shakily climbed out of bed, clutching his head. "Who the hell are you?!" he asked warily.
Shen Zhiyao didn't answer. Instead, she injected memories that belonged only to her into Zhou Ye's mind.
In those memories, Shen Zhiyao was pushed into the street by an obsessive stalker fan and killed on impact.
After seeing these memories, Zhou Ye's face went deathly pale. "AHHHH—A GHOST!" he shrieked.
He couldn't comprehend things like soul transmigration or cultivation. All he knew was that Shen Zhiyao was dead, which meant the person standing before him now was a ghost!
Shen Zhiyao couldn't be bothered to explain. She simply snatched him by the neck and hoisted him into the air.
"So you finally figured it out—I'm a ghost! Very good. Now that you know my secret, what do you think I should do with you?"
