The fickle ghost hung its head and twisted 360 degrees.

She slowly got up, snapped her head back into place with a click, and muttered, "That kick was too harsh!"

The coward ghost sneered, "You talk about cultivation, but I see you're just out here fooling around, becoming more and more carefree."

The fickle ghost supported his head and pulled the bride ghost, running quickly.

Only the young handsome ghost who had been flirted with by her remained in place, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

The coward ghost sighed and said helplessly, "I can't control it anymore. If I blurt it out in front of Susie, I'll twist her head off and lock her up in the forbidden area..."

Seeing the male ghost, he paused for a moment and smiled gently, "I'm sorry, my sister is a bit wild, but she's just all talk. Please forgive any offense."

The male ghost's eyes brightened slightly, he shook his head and smiled shyly, "It's okay... So she's your sister, she's quite adorable."

The coward ghost: "?"

He looked up and down at this young and fresh meat, and asked, "You..."

The aura emanating from this evil ghost felt somewhat familiar, resembling the love-stricken ghost Susie had captured before.

Only heard the young man politely and shyly say, "My name is Brook."

The coward ghost: "???"

Like this book? He still seemed like a person...

"Cough." The coward ghost nodded. "Nice to meet you, my name is Ford."

Brook was surprised, "You and your sister don't have the same last name?"

The coward ghost smiled and said, "Although we don't share the same surname, we are still a family."

They would always be a family... This big family, because of Susie's presence, they all found a home.

Brook nodded, "Understood."

The coward ghost nodded at him and then turned around and left.

"Hmm? What is Mr. Dubin looking at?" the coward ghost came over and saw Mitch standing still.

Mitch stared at the spot where the little monster disappeared and said, "That little monster was very powerful."

The coward ghost glanced in confusion and asked, "Is that so?"

He didn't pay attention, but Mr. Dubin said that it was definitely impressive.

"Let's go," Mitch said.

The coward ghost nodded as the two of them, one in a white robe of unparalleled beauty and the other a youthful teenager, walked side by side, appearing like two immortal beings descending to the mortal world.

Once they entered the town, the coward ghost and Mitch only then noticed the fickle ghost and the bride ghost, leaning against the wall in silence, like children who had done something wrong. They lowered their heads, occasionally touching their clothes or adjusting each other's hair.

The coward ghost rolled her eyes at her and said, "You've ruined the wedding dress."

The bride ghost weakly said, "I do not have..."

The fickle ghost smiled and put his arm around the coward ghost's shoulder, while his other hand rested on the shoulder of the bride's dress, and asked, "When did you guys arrive? What a coincidence, meeting here."

The coward ghost said, "What's the big deal? Didn't we all see the thunderstorm coming?"

On that day, there was a cataclysmic thunderstorm that shook the earth, and even from a distance, one could feel the terrifying shock.

Following the thunderstorm, I saw a small figure between heaven and earth from a distance, and I knew it was Susie without guessing.

When I arrived at Mount Hood, the thunderstorm had already ended and there was no one there.

Mitch guessed that Susie had returned to Portland, so he came over with the coward ghost.

The fickle ghost nodded, "So you're saying we are the same."

She and the fickle ghost were training in the wilderness, and they were in the middle of challenging a dragon's den when they saw thunderbolts striking at the boundary between heaven and earth. They had just arrived in time.

However, after searching for clues in Portland, I couldn't find Susie anywhere.

On the contrary, the innkeeper of the Tianqi Inn stopped them.

"Excuse me, is your last name Dubin?" the store manager asked Mitch, then took out a photo. Hmm, it's confirmed that this is the person.

"Mr. Murray took Miss Murray to see the Seventh Young Master. Miss Murray said that if you came, she would tell you that everything is fine and ask you to go back to the underworld first, or you can play for a while by yourself."

The store manager showed great respect, after all, this ghost came from the underworld!

Mitch nodded, "Okay, thank you."

The manager asked again, "Mr. Dubin, do you need us to prepare a room for you?"

Mitch shook his head and said, "No need..."

The fickle ghost kept thinking about that sentence: "Miss Murray is easy to understand, most likely Susie is right, Seventh Young Master... oh, probably Huck."

But which Mr. Murray?

Did Craig die? She hadn't heard about it!

However, upon hearing Mitch's words, she immediately said, "Mr. Dubin, let's play for a few days!"

It would be a pity if you didn't stay in Portland for a few days when you first came.

Mitch glanced at her and said lightly, "Then please prepare two rooms for us."

The store manager went to handle it immediately.

The coward ghost asked in a low voice, "The underworld must have someone to guard it, so I better go back first!"

Mitch smiled and said, "You young people have fun for a while, I'll go back first."

The coward ghost was surprised and wanted to say something, but he saw Mitch wave his hand and quickly disappeared.

He thought about it and then gave up the idea of immediately going back, after all...

Upon entering the room, the coward ghost immediately shed its disguise of maturity and composure, swiftly walking to the window and gazing down at the entire Portland with a faint glimmer in its eyes.

Seeing the floating teahouse and the swirling "immortal aura," he couldn't help but show a rare sense of wonder and playfulness in his eyes, revealing a hint of youthful innocence.

On the other side, the fickle ghost held the room key and floated around with the bride ghost, looking for a room.

"This inn is really big, not much different from a super luxurious hotel on earth," the fickle ghost sighed. "I just wonder if I have walked into the wrong room and messed up the plot arrangement for the CEO."

The bride ghost said, "The fickle ghost, you better behave! I can already see you getting kicked in the head again later."

The fickle ghost sighed and looked at the room card and then at the room obediently.

"9999... umm, it's impossible to have walked out of the room with the wrong room number."

Indeed, novels will always be novels!

The fickle ghost boredly swiped the room card, and a dim light appeared, followed by the sound of the room door opening.

A handsome man, wearing only a bathrobe, was drying his wet hair with one hand, looking astonished at the open door.

"It... It's you..." he exclaimed, taking two steps back in surprise.

The fickle ghost widened its eyes and exclaimed, "I'm going!"

The young man in front of me had just finished taking a shower, and his face was becoming even more radiant, making his skin look extremely good.

The high bridge of the nose, the rose-colored lips, and the mist-filled eyes were like a lost little deer.

Droplets of water from the hair tips fell, dropping into the open bathrobe in front of the chest, sliding down the muscles and disappearing into the hidden mermaid line covered by the bathrobe...

The fickle ghost felt a sudden rush of heat in his head, as if his nose was about to bleed.

Thank you for arranging the benefits!

The fickle ghost pushed with its hand, and the bride ghost flew out.

The bride ghost: "???"

The fickle ghost smirked and said, "Hey, little brother, we really have some fate! We meet again."

Brook's face turned completely red in an instant, and he hastily stepped back, saying, "You, please don't come any closer..."

The fickle ghost laughed and looked at the room card, then looked at the room number. "What's going on? I didn't enter the wrong room, so it must be you who entered the wrong room?"

She lowered her gaze slightly, concealing a hint of playfulness in her eyes. Then, she looked up again with a mischievous expression and said, "Tsk, is little brother chasing after me, his older sister?"

Bang...

Her arm pressed against the wall, trapping Brook within its curve.

"What's your little brother's name?" the fickle ghost asked with a smirk.

Brook tightened his bathrobe, lowered his gaze, and whispered, "I...my name is Brook..."

The fickle ghost paused for a moment and said, "Book? What book, a red book or a yellow book??"

Brook: "..."