Xiang Lili knelt naked before me. Although she was already a ghost, I still felt somewhat awkward and instinctively turned my head slightly to the side.
It wasn’t that I was being prudish—I simply felt the dead deserved some respect.
I was about to ask Xiang Lili to stand up and face away to speak, but Wang Junhui said, “No need. She’s a ghost. If she stands, her Yin energy will be too strong. Hearing her ghost-speak directly might be too much for you.”
He paused, flicked his Taoist robe sleeve, and took a sheet of yellow paper from his briefcase beside the table. Tearing it with his hands a few times, he shaped it into a rough garment. He placed it over a candle flame. As the paper clothing burned to ashes, he swept his Taoist robe toward Xiang Lili. Instantly, a pale yellow robe appea
