"...Don't worry, your highness, zombies aren't real." Qian Qiu assured.

"Bu-" Yizhen's mouth was quickly covered.

However,‌ ‌Hua‌ ‌Cheng‌ ‌only‌ ‌laughed,‌ ‌"No.‌ ‌I'm‌ ‌keeping‌ ‌it‌ ‌for‌ ‌myself.‌ ‌I'm‌ ‌not‌ ‌showing‌ ‌this‌ ‌to‌ ‌anyone."‌ ‌ ‌

'Of course,' most thought. 

Just‌ ‌then,‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌heard‌ ‌faint‌ ‌series‌ ‌of‌ ‌screaming‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌outside:‌ ‌

"FIRE!"‌ ‌

"FIRE!"‌ ‌

"PARADISE‌ ‌MANOR‌ ‌IS‌ ‌ON‌ ‌FIRE!"‌

"Who is crazy enough to burn his mansion?!" Feng Xin shouted in shock. 

"Qi Rong?" Mu Qing shrugged.

"As much as I would proudly agree, it probably wasn't me," the green ghost frowned, knowing he would only burn the place without Hua Cheng in it, much less his annoying cousin. ‌ ‌

It‌ ‌was‌ ‌exceedingly‌ ‌quiet‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌main‌ ‌hall‌ ‌of‌ ‌Qiandeng‌ ‌temple,‌ ‌and‌ ‌since‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌both‌ ‌possessed‌ ‌stronger‌ ‌than‌ ‌normal‌ ‌senses,‌ ‌the‌ ‌moment‌ ‌they‌ ‌heard‌ ‌they‌ ‌instantly‌ ‌looked‌ ‌at‌ ‌each‌ ‌other,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌blurted,‌ ‌"Paradise‌ ‌Manor‌ ‌again?"‌ ‌ ‌

The‌ ‌words‌ ‌already‌ ‌left‌ ‌his‌ ‌lips‌ ‌before‌ ‌he‌ ‌realized‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌silly‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌"again".‌ ‌

"It seems the manor is always in trouble when you visit, Gege," Hua Cheng teased as Xie Lian flushed in embarrassment.

"I...no, I-ah," he stuttered, only stopping when Hua Cheng let out a large laugh.

"I'm just joking, Gege," he smiled.

Hua‌ ‌Cheng‌ ‌didn't‌ ‌seem‌ ‌worried,‌ ‌and‌ ‌unhurriedly‌ ‌put‌ ‌away‌ ‌the‌ ‌compositions,‌ ‌"No‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌worry.‌ ‌Gege‌ ‌just‌ ‌sit‌ ‌here‌ ‌and‌ ‌relax.‌ ‌I'll‌ ‌be‌ ‌back‌ ‌shortly."‌ ‌ ‌

As‌ ‌if‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌sit‌ ‌back‌ ‌and‌ ‌relax.‌ ‌

Mu Qing and Feng Xin let out a quiet groan. Honestly, would it kill him not to move?

Apparently it would.

"I'll‌ ‌come‌ ‌with‌ ‌you!"‌ ‌He‌ ‌said,‌ ‌and‌ ‌hastily‌ ‌followed,‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌bummed,‌ ‌'How‌ ‌come‌ ‌every‌ ‌time‌ ‌I‌ ‌come,‌ ‌Paradise‌ ‌Manor‌ ‌gets‌ ‌set‌ ‌on‌ ‌fire?'‌ ‌His‌ ‌title‌ ‌of‌ ‌God‌ ‌of‌ ‌Misfortune‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌ratified‌ ‌again.‌ ‌

"It's not true, Gege," Hua Cheng smiled. "there have been times where the manor was set on fire without you."

"How many times?" Ling Wen asked in curiosity, wanting to know how many people didn't fear the red ghost.

"Too many to count," Hua Cheng easily lied.

Although‌ ‌this‌ ‌time‌ ‌it‌ ‌had‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌with‌ ‌him,‌ ‌but‌ ‌being‌ ‌sorry‌ ‌was‌ ‌practically‌ ‌a‌ ‌habit‌ ‌by‌ ‌now.‌ ‌

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