Xu Jing hadn't seen his younger brother climb atop the wardrobe and cause trouble since he turned 10.
Surprisingly, today, at the age of 21, he saw a spooky vision of his younger brother above his head.
Xu Zhen looked utterly bewildered.
But after all, he was no longer among the living; the living and the spirits are naturally different.
In Xu Jing's eyes, at that very moment, his whole body was emanating a chill, and he appeared translucent—almost insubstantial and unreal.
The assistant, Liang, outside didn't hear the boss's instruction to come in, so he knocked three more times.
Xu Jing stiffened his neck and awkwardly said, "Come in."
Liang entered, seeing his boss looking up at a high shelf.
He also looked there, a bit confused. Wasn't there nothing there?
Xu Jing turned his face coldly back and looked at his subordinate, "Liang, what do you see up there?"
Liang hesitated and then squinted at it for a few seconds before squeezing out, "There's a glass lamp up there?"
