C332 On fan wuxiang

I curiously looked at the old geezer, smiled slowly, and put away the Red Glyph.

The old man who was about to starve to death heaved a sigh of relief. He weakly laid down on the ground and stopped moving.

I squatted down and picked up a branch to poke its head. "Aren't you a ghost? Can you still starve to death?"

"Young hero, the ghosts in our city are different from the normal ghosts