After I reached Ms. Song’s apartment building, I hesitated a little before knocking on her door.

Shortly after, an unkempt woman came to open the door. She reeked of alcohol. If it wasn’t for her voice, I could hardly believe that the beggar-like woman in front of me was the luxuriously dressing Ms. Song from the past.

I was startled by her appearance. “Ms. Song, are you okay?”

Ms. Song looked panic-stricken. She took us into her house then quickly closed the door. Then, she sprinkled a lot of cinnabar at her door before sighing with relief. She was so flustered she almost cried.

Li Mazi lowered his voice. “Little Brother Zhang, what happened to this woman? She said she wanted to invite us to dinner, but her house is a mess. I’m sorry, but I’ve lost my appetite.”

I shook my head as I didn’t have a clue, either.

Ms. Song made us two cups of tea and sat across from us. “Is there anybody following you?”

“No. You should tell us what happened to you.”

“The Parasitic Ghost King... Do you know what it is?” Ms. Song...