"What are you doing here?" Bai Keke asked curiously.
There was a hint of bitterness on Wen Zian's face. "I... I just came here. When I was alive, I was an orphan. Without relatives to burn paper for me, it would be difficult for me to walk around here."
Bai Keke turned her face and complained in a low voice, "Can't tell, Wen Zian is a shaker? He's addicted to suffering, being beaten, and being a gangster?"
Yan Qianjue was silent. He pressed Bai Keke's head back into his embrace and turned to the side.
Wen Xian walked over slowly and passed through half of Yan Qianjue's body.
Bai Keke looked at Yan Qianjue in surprise, "He... he, he, he..."
Yan Qianjue touched Bai Keke's head and said, "This is a fantasy. We are people outside of fantasy, so he can't see us in the program without us."
