Thick silence filled the air inside the car as a man and ghost sat side by side, not a single word was shared between them.
The resentful spirit, bound by the blessed silver thread connecting him and the painter, glanced at the man driving the car.
The darkness of the night with the sky scattered with specks of white stars all around, hung above them, the crescent moon shining dimly.
A long and tense moment of silence later, the resentful spirit took the initiative to break the ice frozen between them.
In a grating voice spoke mirth and ridicule stark in its tone. “You have me bound to your whims, you must be feeling so safe and secure, no?“ It laughed, languidly.
Lin FenXiang gave it a sidelong glance, keeping his focus on the road as he frowned in concentration, the painter replied, keeping his voice even.
“No.“
The spirit cocked its head to the side, and a flash of curiosity crossed in its eyes as it turned to look at the side of Lin FenXiang's face.