Seeing Xiaodie’s smile, Luo Kaijian couldn’t help but shiver. Xiaodie seemed to think of something, then turned to him and said, “Well? Hurry up and call Daoist Priest Wu!”
“Oh, oh, right, okay, okay.” Luo Kaijian stammered, fumbling for his phone.
He dialed a number, and it rang for over thirty seconds before the call was finally picked up.
“Hey, Daoist Wu?” Luo Kaijian asked cautiously.
“Mm? Luo Kaijian, what is it now?” came a lazy voice from the other end.
“It’s like this — my wife’s ghost seems to be back… looking for me again,” Luo Kaijian said quickly.
“Oh? Didn’t I already give you a talisman? And set up a ward in your house?”
“Well, yeah, but… I think she came back. I’m not totally sure yet.”
“So did she come or not? Don’t bother me for nothing — I’m very busy,” the voice
