When the man arrived, Dong Huiying was suspiciously looking at Shu Yu. Shu Yu was holding a bag. That sickly fellow had just gone to find Tie Yi, and after returning, there was suddenly a heavy-looking bag in his hand.
"What's this?" Dong Huiying was a bit curious.
Shu Yu glanced at her expressionlessly, and then opened the bag, pulling out... a handful of small nails?
Next, Shu Yu carried the bag and scattered the small nails handful by handful at the doorway and under the window sill. Then he poured some oil onto the nails outside.
Dong Huiying was in a bit of a daze. "This..." What was this reckless ghost doing?
Shu Yu boldly said, "This oil makes it slippery. If someone with ill intentions slips and falls, these nails on the ground will certainly give him a hard time."
His lips curled slightly, clearly indicating that his intentions were not what they seemed.
