Before me stood a woman of striking beauty. Her oval face was pale and smooth, without a hint of makeup. Her features were delicate yet elegant, refined without being common.,"You scoundrel!" Yang Qingqing calmed down, her eyes red with anger, and she rushed towards Qin Yi with a punch. She hit him hard in the chest, making him hunch over in pain. Only then did she feel better.,To save the ghost, a glimmer of hope remained! Qin Yi bowed before the Northern Ghost General, Da Shura, for an unknown and humble ghost soldier.。