Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Just when Yu Zhao thought he had finally given up, the Wandering Dragon Sword Spirit sneered, rushed forward, knocking a bunch of spirit swords toppling over, and slapped Shen Yuzhuo on the back of the head with his backhand.

He had to give this opportunity away, and no one could stop him.

"Go to the trial!"

Very good, I successfully caught his attention.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yuzhuo disappeared from the spot, leaving Yu Zhao alone to blow the cold wind. The wandering dragon sword spirit suddenly glanced at her. He could see that the sword bone on this female cultivator belonged to Shen Yuzhuo.

and so……

His little brain had a slight reaction, and he decided to bring Yu Zhao in for the trial as well.

Shen Yuzhuo and "Sword Bone" must be in place.

Noticing his strange eyes, Yu Zhao felt something was wrong and had a foreboding premonition, so he ran away. Before he took two steps, he was slapped on the back of his head.

The girl's body turned into feathers of light and quickly disappeared from the spot.

As the world spun, Yu Zhao had already greeted Shen Yuzhuo and the sword spirit's eighteen generations of ancestors.

The feeling of weightlessness gradually faded away, and before my eyes was a cold palace. It was magnificent and its former glory could be vaguely seen. The red paint was falling off sparsely, and the mottled years had stripped away everything.

The raindrops dripped, and muddy water with an earthy smell invaded his nostrils. Yu Zhao also smelled a strong smell of blood. Walking in the rain, he finally found the source.

A thin piece of clothing was hidden in the grass, with muddy and dirty water stuck to it. After a long while, a wet head slowly emerged, like some small animal. After looking around and finding that there was no one around, it slowly raised its head.

Yu Zhao just looked at him quietly. The little boy had thin cheeks and carefully protected the kitten in his arms. Although he was covered with scars and wet, the kitten's orange fur was not wet at all.

It meowed softly and rubbed its little head against the dirty little boy.

The two little ones were nestled in the grass, smiling at each other. Upon closer inspection, they saw that he was holding a simple fishing tool made of a small stick and embroidery thread.

"I can't catch it." Yu Zhao glanced into the pond. It was a pool of stagnant water with a faint smell of blood and decay. There were quite a few corpses in it.

The fish will be scared away.

The frail little boy, who looked about four or five years old, raised his head hastily upon hearing the voice, alert and saying, "Who? Who's talking? I saw you."

His dark eyes were like obsidian, and the panic within them could not be hidden at all.

The two little ones huddled together, snuggled up to each other, trying to rely on each other.

Can't you see it?

Yu Zhao tried to pinch his cheek tentatively, but unfortunately failed. He didn't know where Shen Yuzhuo had gone. He didn't expect that she would be involved in his trial.

Difficult to stretch.

The wind blew, and the dead leaves fell rustling. Yu Zhao reached out, picked up a leaf with two fingers, touched his forehead with the leaf, and whispered, "I'm here."

In the muddy puddle, he vaguely saw a person's reflection. The thin Shen Yuzhuo tilted his head and touched his itchy brow.

Since he couldn't see anyone, it must be a ghost. My mother said that only ghosts couldn't see. However, his eyes were special, and he could see the person clearly in another way.

"Are you dead?" The little boy curled up his fingers, raised his eyes and asked innocently. His slightly curled eyelashes were dotted with water droplets, and he was incredibly beautiful.

Many people have died in Baidi City, and many wronged souls would run out in the middle of the night. He often saw them, but the soul in front of him was a little special.

Yu Zhao's heart trembled and he really wanted to hit him. What nonsense did this little brat say as soon as they met?

Thinking of this, she bent down, picked up a small stick, and hit him on the butt with a "slap". The little boy was a little confused and reached out to touch his itchy butt.

It was so strange. It turned out that hitting someone with a stick didn't hurt and didn't cause any damage to the skin or flesh. He thought that the person he met must be a starving ghost who had no strength at all.

To verify whether he was wrong, the little boy stuck out his butt and said word by word: "Can you spank me again?"

Yu Zhao didn't move, she had only one thought, that is, she had met an idiot. Forget it, she would just wait and see what happens. She didn't really want to get involved in Shen Yuzhuo's trial.

As long as I don’t run into Shen Yuzhuo, it will be fine.

There is a difference between volunteering to go to work and being forced to work like a slave.

Seeing the small stick thrown there, Shen Yuzhuo's little head was filled with confusion. He bent down to pick it up and handed it to Yu Zhao, respectfully, "Don't you want it anymore?"

He was very lonely, locked up here like a caged animal, until two days ago, when he found a kitten to keep him company.

He hadn't heard anyone talking for a long time, and now he wanted this starving ghost to talk to him more.

There was a drizzle, and the raindrops fell into the puddles. Shen Yuzhuo could not see the girl's face clearly. In fact, he did not see it clearly just now. He only remembered that she was wearing a black robe and a mask.

A cold snort came from above my head.

The next second, Yu Zhao impatiently took the small wooden stick from his hand, and then threw it into the distance, and it fell to the ground with a "clang".

The rain fell on the water and gradually became heavier.

Shen Yuzhuo didn't understand why she was angry, but he still slowly ran towards the small wooden stick with the kitten in his arms, picked it up and handed it to Yu Zhao. This made Yu Zhao even angrier. He had already thrown it away, so why did she have to pick it up again?

Subconsciously, she raised her hand and threw it farther away.

This time, the little boy picked it up with a smile.

Yu Zhao choked and threw it directly onto a tree, into the water, or into a mud puddle. Without exception, the wet little boy would pick it up, just like a puppy catching a frisbee, with endless energy every day.

In the end, Yu Zhao raised the white flag and stirred the water with a wooden stick. She was so bored. She couldn't walk out of the palace. The farthest she could go was to the gate, like a ghost bound to the earth.

Picking up a flat stone on the ground, Yu Zhao tried to skip it on the water. Water splashed everywhere and six water flowers bloomed. It was beautiful!

A smile finally filled his light-colored eyes.

At some point, the little boy came over and tried skipping stones on the water in the same way. On his first try, he made two splashes of water. The hair on his temples was wet and stuck to his skin. He stretched out his dirty hands to wipe it, and his face became even dirtier.

It looks more like a stray cat than a stray orange kitten.

"Starving ghost sister, this is fun." He had a smile on his lips, his eyes curved like crescent moons. The kitten sensed his happy mood and meowed twice.

The behavior of a person and a cat is always the same at certain times.

Yu Zhao turned his head to look at him, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he poked his cheek with a small wooden stick, furious, "What did you call me?"

"Hungry..." The little boy stopped talking, sensing danger, and moved his lips, changing his address when he spoke.

"elder sister."

Calling someone "sister" in a childish voice can indeed increase the favorability a little, but not much.

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes and put away the small wooden stick, but saw waves on the water surface and ripples on the lake. It should be a big fish taking the bait, so he shouted hurriedly.

"There's a fish coming, pull it up quickly."

As if he thought of something, the little boy did not act immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he finally put his hand on the fishing rod. Perhaps he had caught the remains of his starving ghost sister.

Dead bodies are often found here.