บท 421: The Secret Weapon

Jinbao and Zhouzhou sprinted back to the cemetery they had visited earlier. Jinbao leaped in first, immediately latching onto a spirit and licking it.

Only after a while did he remember Zhouzhou, turning its head to call her with a "meow" and waving its chubby paw at her.

Come on in.

Zhouzhou followed without hesitation, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the spirits. Tilting her small head, she asked, "Grandpas, uncles, and brothers, can you teach me how to defeat my dad?"

They were all her dad's colleagues, surrounded by halos of merit, surely they must be just as formidable.

Her question took aback the spirits, then floated over in unison, astonished. "Little girl, you can see us?"

Zhouzhou nodded, pointing proudly to the three copper coins hanging around her neck. "Yes, I can! I came from a Taoist temple!"

"That explains it," an elderly spirit remarked, suddenly enlightened. "No wonder Little Wei said your incense is especially delicious."