On the floor of the living room, there was a fat, pale figure curled up.

It was supposed to be a scary ghost, but this ghost was completely intimidating.

It curled up, its eyes widened in horror, and looked at the two large living people who were watching it.

There was a stuttering sound in Li Gui's mouth.

"I...I...I was wrong..."

Ying Sixue was startled slightly, "What did you do wrong? No one of us blames you."

The fat figure suddenly burst into tears.

"I was wrong...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

This sudden cry made Ying Sixue a little bit at a loss.

She subconsciously looked at Yang Xuming who was aside.

But when he saw Yang Xuming shook his head helplessly, "People have become ghosts after death, and it is difficult to maintain their rationality before death."

"According to my experience, Li ghosts are just mental remnants controlled by resentment and obsession. It is difficult to communicate like a living person."

After listening to Yang Xuming's explanation, Ying Sixue nodded suddenly.

Then, she looked at the fat figure crying in front of her, and her voice became softer.

"Xiao Bai, we didn't blame you, don't cry, no one blames you. Do you have any unfinished wishes, can you tell me?"

"I am grateful that you remember me after you die, and I am grateful that you ask Mr. Yang to rescue me. If you were not for you, I would have been killed by that old man now."

"It was you who saved me, and you are all my saviors."

"And we've always been friends, haven't we?"

"Do you have any unfulfilled obsessions and unfulfilled wishes? Can you tell me? I want you to have peace after death, instead of becoming a ghost like now, controlled by resentment and obsession... You Don't like this look, right?"

Ying Sixue's soft voice soothed, and it seemed to have some effect.

The fat figure trembled and slowly raised his head, looking at the girl in front of him.

On the round face, there was a confused expression, "I don't like... ghosts..."

"It's so uncomfortable... I want to die..."

"sorry…"

"Help..."

"It's painful..."

The fat Li ghost said intermittently, and he seemed to be sadder even more.

But Ying Sixue hurriedly said before it continued to cry, "So Xiaobai, do you have any wishes you want to accomplish? Can you tell me, Mr. Yang and I will do it for you."

"Speak out, your obsession will dissipate, and you will be liberated."

"So... tell us."

"No matter what kind of wish it is, none of us will laugh at you."

"We will definitely help you do it well."

"This way you can leave quietly, and you will never be tortured by pain again. You will be freed, trust me, can you?"

Ying Sixue's voice was extremely gentle.

The fat ghost looked at her blankly.

Then, the ghost's lips squirmed for a long time, and finally, the pale ghost finally murmured.

"I...I like you..."

"Xiaoxue, I like you so much...I like you...I like you..."

"I like you…"

The fat ghost said such words blankly.

When these words were said, even its sluggish expression became a bit more vivid, and it seemed that it finally recovered some memories from before his death.

When Ying Sixue heard such a confession, she was slightly startled.

Then, she smiled happily, tears gleaming in her eyes.

"Well, I heard it."

The girl squatted down, stretched out her hand, gently stroked the ghost's head, smiled and said, "Thank you, Xiaobai, thank you for loving me."

"I like you too."

"If you have the next life, remember to tell me earlier."

Ying Sixue said softly, "Don't wait for death like now to have the courage to speak."

"Say it if you like it, no one will laugh at you."

"And I have always liked you, have you forgotten?"

The girl smiled and said, "When we play together, we are always happy."

The fat ghost looked at her blankly and at the girl in front of him.

It was sluggish for a while, then slammed its face, howling and crying.

"Ooo, ooo ... ooo ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... snow ..."

"woo woo woo woo…"

The fat ghost cried and cried, and its pale figure gradually became transparent.

Its body began to dissipate continuously.

A little white light drifted in the living room.

In the end, the fat figure cried and cried, and turned into white light spots that gradually disappeared into the living room.

In the villa, it became quiet again.

Only Ying Sixue squatting, and Yang Xuming standing behind her.

The two were silent for a few seconds, and Ying Sixue slowly stood up.

The two looked at the corner at the same time.

In the corner of the living room, a vague black shadow squatted in the corner, as if it appeared at the beginning.

It sat there, watching the fat ghost disappear. This dark and vague figure also began to gradually dissipate.

The blood-red eyes slowly closed.

A long sigh was heard in the ears of the two of them.

And, a middle-aged man murmured.

"Thank you...thank you..."

The dark and vague figure also slowly dissipated.

This time, the villa finally became truly quiet.

Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming.

"Mr. Yang..."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

"Huh?" Yang Xuming was stunned for a second, "Are you looking at it too?"

"...Mr. Yang, you are really," Ying Sixue wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and smiled reluctantly. "Don't forget to joke at any time."

Yang Xuming glanced at the girl secretly and said, "Are you okay?"

Ying Sixue sniffed and nodded, "Well, it's okay, but I feel a little distressed to see Xiaobai die so pitifully."

"After all, we can be regarded as close friends."

Friends are okay...

Yang Xuming's stomach has no place to vomit.

If the ghost of the dead house heard these words, I wonder if it would cry.

Yang Xuming picked up Frostmourne and waved it, and found that the sword had become lighter.

He is almost like wielding a plastic sword, effortlessly, and made many difficult chop movements with ease.

But Ying Sixue was a little confused when he saw his behavior.

"Mr. Yang, are you... trying your sword? After Xiaobai and the others leave, can your sword still have the ability to kill ghosts?"

Yang Xuming shrugged, "It should be... I'll know when I meet a ghost next time."

With that, Yang Xuming handed the sword to Ying Sixue, "Come and try?"

Ying Sixue looked surprised, "Huh? Can I?"

"Yes, come on, touch it and you won't lose a piece of meat," Yang Xuming calmly handed the sword to Ying Sixue, wanting to see if this girl can wield the sword.

As a result, Ying Sixue staggered and almost fell as soon as he took the sword.

"Ok... so heavy!" Ying Sixue looked astonished, "Mr. Yang, you can swing such a heavy sword easily? How strong are you?"