The old lady was dressed in an ancient embroidered jacket with her hair pinned up. Her facial features were kind and benevolent, but her complexion showed the pale ash-grey commonly seen in ghosts.
Seeing Meng Cun and Guan Yanyu, an expression of intense loathing crept across her face.
"Thieves! Return my deed!"
Her grave was not far from here. Normally, she'd lie bored within her coffin, but tonight she suddenly sensed a familiar aura, as if it were that thief who'd taken away her deed!
Old Lady Han Chan hurriedly floated out and then found them.
Meng Cun turned around nervously. Although he had mentally prepared himself, the sight of the half-transparent ghost hovering in mid-air still gave him quite a shock.
"Ah! A ghost, a ghost..."
He and Guan Yanyu could see ghosts, naturally because Qin Zhao had opened their Heavenly Eye.
"Hurry up and return their things, and while you're at it, apologize."
Qin Zhao reminded the flustered Meng Cun.
