“Wanwan, do you know about little ghosts?”
“What is that?”Lin Wanwan was dumbfounded.
Mi Xue explained, “I heard that it’s made from the bodies of dead children or unborn children. It’s rumored that as long as you raise such little ghosts and offer them up with fresh blood, your luck will get better and better. It might even reach the point where your wish is fulfilled.”
Lin Wanwan showed a horrified expression very cooperatively. “There’s such a Thing?”
Although her experience could not be explained by science, she herself was still skeptical about the gods.
“Wanwan, someone thinks that you’re raising imps.”
”...”Lin Wanwan suffered all kinds of slander. However, she felt that this kind of slander was elegant and refined.
She turned on her cell phone and scrolled through Weibo.