The Black Ghost looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Hero, this secret of mine might sound a bit fantastical, but you have to believe me…"
Zhao Rong looked at the Black Ghost before him. He was short, with an ugly face and sparse hair. "If you have something to say, spit it out."
Upon hearing this, the Black Ghost thought for a moment. "Well, this secret is actually a story, and it all started ten years ago…"
Hearing the Black Ghost drone on, the assistant couldn't stand it and flew forward with a kick. "Damn it! Just tell us the secret! We're in a hurry! You have one minute!"
The Black Ghost, who had been knocked to the ground, climbed back up, rubbing his arm. He said plaintively, "Fine, if you don't want to hear the whole story from beginning to end, then I'll just give you the short version…"
