Chapter 7: You're Such a Good Ghost1 Beneath his fingertips was the delicate, almost fragile skin of Little Radish’s neck. Qi Jiangyuan’s grip tightened slightly, but he could feel the steady thrum of a pulse beneath the surface. Just a bit more force, and this vibrant life would come to an abrupt end, reduced to a lifeless thing like himself. Qi Jiangyuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. In the end, he didn’t apply pressure. He withdrew his hand. “No.” He’d been dead for thirty thousand…