C213 Please Spare My Life

A surge of doubt flooded Jiang Xiaoyu's mind!

He quickly glanced at the ghost's heels!

Beneath the moonlight, there was a very faint shadow!

And the ghost's chin was smeared with chicken grease!

Jiang Xiaoyu instantly recalled his mother's words: ghosts don't have heels or chins, and they certainly don't cast shadows!

Which meant one thing!

This guy wasn't a ghost; he was human!

"Heh, that