Li Mazi and the others had also woken up by now. They began to tease me. “Oh, do you know that our Little Brother Zhang was jealous for the whole night? I think he finished all the vinegar [1] in Wuhan in one night.”

Yin Xinyue smiled at me strangely. “You guys know nothing. We were just making things even. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Then, she jealousy glanced at Mrs. Qi, who blushed and lowered her head.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “All right, all right. Now tell us about the soul that has been pestering Mr. Qi. Who was it when alive?”

Yin Xinyue sat down and sighed. “Even if I tell you, I’m afraid you won’t believe me. That soul… Actually, he’s Li Bai.”

“Li Bai…” Everybody present was shocked by the name.

Li Bai was really famous. I was afraid there was no one in China that didn’t know his name. Li Bai had spent his whole life composing poems, drinking, and traveling. He had left touching...