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"Xiaoxiao is gone, don't worry, everything will be fine." Seeing that she was still frightened, Song Mi took out a amulet from her bag and gave it to her.

"Carry it with you, and evil spirits won't dare to get close to you."

Zhou Meng gratefully accepted the talisman paper and asked tentatively, "Is there any extra charge for this?"

Although the little girl lives alone in a very clean house, most people living in this area still live in a relatively tight financial situation.

"No."

Zhou Meng seemed to have something else to say, but hesitated. Song Mi asked her if she had anything else to say, and she looked up at her seat upstairs.

"The couple living above me work at height. The auntie eats herself fat on purpose. Every time they work, she ties the end of the rope around herself to protect her husband's life."

"Auntie has been pretty broken these past few days. Sometimes I can hear her crying upstairs even from downstairs. Can you help her recover?"

The little wolf cub buried his head and spoke even more quietly, "I've already digested it..."

Song Mi patted its head lightly, and the little wolf cub didn't dare to say a word.

Song Mi took out a blank piece of talisman paper from her bag, wrote the rune on it in one go, and handed it to Zhou Meng.

"Give her this talisman paper and have her wrap it around the incense. Before going to bed, think about how she wants to recover, light the incense, and she'll be recovered when she wakes up the next day."

"Does Xiang have any requests?"

"Any scent will do."

Zhou Meng thanked him again and again, and Song Mi said, "This is just a small gesture, you should thank her."

Zhou Meng nodded, his eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you too."

When Wang Xiaoxiao arrived at the house on the sixth floor, the house was filled with a foul smell of decay.

There was no light at all, and in the dim moonlight, she saw a human figure lying at the bathroom door.

Judging from the posture, he must have crawled out from the inside, and the bloodstains had already dried and turned black.

"Are you a ghost too?" A weak voice came from behind Wang Xiaoxiao.

Wang Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around and saw a man with a bloody hole on his head standing crookedly behind her.

Wang Xiaoxiao let out a low cry and quickly ran to the living room. She could only see the man clearly from a distance.

A short, hunched man, probably in his forties. When he stood, one shoulder was higher than the other, which meant that one of his legs must be having some difficulty.

"I'm a ghost messenger. I've received information that you're harassing residents in this building, and I've been ordered to capture you."

The man's eyes dropped numbly. "I don't want to disturb them, but... I'm rotten, no one cares about me... I hope they can contact my daughter..."

"How did you die?" Wang Xiaoxiao asked.

"I was taking a shower, I fell, and I couldn't get up, and then I became like this." The man spoke haltingly, and it seemed that he had some problems speaking.

The man told Wang Xiaoxiao intermittently that he had health problems and used to sell barbecue at a stall downstairs. Later, his ex-wife ran away with someone else and took the child.

People in the village often laughed at him openly. Gradually, he stopped setting up a stall downstairs and stopped interacting with people. Gradually, no one paid attention to him.

In May, he fell in the shower and hit his head on the magnetic latch on the back of the door.

He tried to crawl out before he regained consciousness, but eventually died from excessive blood loss.

Half a year has passed now. He has disappeared for a long time and no one has paid attention to him. He doesn't have any relatives.

Wang Xiaoxiao looked at the already decayed corpse on the ground and sighed softly, "Let me take you away."

The man moved his lips, a little reluctant, and knocked his head, his hands stained with blood, but he couldn't think of anything.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Wang Xiaoxiao led him to the Yellow Springs Road and told him to keep walking along the road and someone would pick him up.

"Well, go forward, someone will take you... go forward, someone will take you... someone will take you..."

Watching the man disappear, Wang Xiaoxiao was silent for a while and went downstairs.

Song Mi was squatting on the ground talking to the wolf cub, "I don't have a spirit pet, so don't follow me."

Just when I asked it to leave, it stubbornly refused to go. "I won't go. I don't eat much, and there's a Xuanshi catching monsters. I'm scared! I haven't found my mother yet!"

"I'm also a Xuanshi. Aren't you afraid that I will turn you into an elixir?" Song Mi poked its head to stop it from pouncing on him.

"I'm still a child, you can't arrest me! I want to find my mother...嘤嘤嘤..."

When it saw Wang Xiaoxiao coming down, it rushed over to her and cried, "Little sister, I'm very good. I don't eat much, I can go to the bathroom by myself, and I don't make any noise. Please take me in~"

Wang Xiaoxiao likes this kind of furry little animal. When she heard that it couldn’t find its mother and was so well-behaved and could act coquettishly, she agreed to stay.

"Thank you, little sister. When I find my mother, I will ask her to give you a big gift to thank you. You are so nice~ You are not like Sister Song at all~ Humph~"

Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing when she saw Song Mi snorting and glaring at the little wolf cub.

She told Song Mi that the man upstairs had accidentally fallen and died, and no one had noticed it, so she went to harass the neighbors.

Song Mi called the police and they left.

The little wolf cub followed Song Mi and the others and was almost trampled to death by the people at the stall. In the end, it kept crying and shouting, and Song Mi picked it up.

"Thank you, Sister Song~ Hehe~"

"Tsk, not like Sister Song at all~" Song Mi imitated the little wolf cub's words in a sarcastic tone.

The little wolf cub is also very flexible. Relying on his young age, he acts like a spoiled child, calling "Sister Song" over and over again, and rubbing his little head against Song Mi's chin.

He only shut up after rubbing the person until he smiled.

After coming out of the urban village, Song Mi noticed that Wang Xiaoxiao was in a low mood and asked her what was wrong.

Wang Xiaoxiao said, "That man is actually quite pitiful. If he had someone by his side, if his wife and daughter were by his side, he wouldn't have died. Even if his children had gone back to see him during the summer vacation, at least his body wouldn't be like this..."

The man's rotten and dried-up body lingered in Wang Xiaoxiao's mind.

Song Mi sat with her on the steps by the river. The little wolf cub was frightened and fell asleep in Song Mi's arms.

"Don't you feel that even though you've guided so many ghosts and captured quite a few evil ones, seeing these powerless people, oppressed by life, is particularly pitiful? You try to do something, but in the end you're a step too late and feel powerless."

"Well, I just feel that life is so unpredictable. He seemed like a hardworking and honest man, but in the end he ended up alone all his life and died in such a miserable way."

"Most people in the world are like this. Some are wealthy, some are ordinary, and some have a rough and difficult life." Song Mi tried to comfort her.

"But they had such a rough life, and it still ended tragically. I think that's unfair."

Song Mi's eyes were unclear. "Yes, this is unfair. Those who commit crimes should die, those who abandon their wives and children should be cursed, and those who do good deeds throughout their lives should live a long life."

She once thought so, "But things are not like that."

Wang Xiaoxiao looked at the spirit-calling banner in her hand and asked, "So, should we just accept our fate?"

Song Mi's heart trembled when he heard this. Looking at her with her head down in thought, he hugged her shoulders.

"The laws of nature in this world are inherently unfair, but don't accept your fate. Xiaoxiao, don't accept your own fate, not anyone else's."

Wang Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw the strong and strange emotions surging in her usually calm eyes. She seemed very afraid of saying that she accepted her fate.