I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

He continued to answer with his eyes closed: "My hands are tied up, I can't do anything."

Before he could finish speaking, the cleaver cut the ropes binding him, and before Fan Zhiyi could even move his wrist, one of his hands was bound even tighter.

As luck would have it, it was the same hand that Qin Shuan had slashed so badly that Fan Zhiyi was struggling and screaming in pain.

Damn, this talisman can even tell if the other person wants to kill him? It won't activate its defense mechanism as long as he's not harmed, right? Is it that intelligent?

He watched as his wound began to bleed again, staining his entire sleeve a ghastly red. Despite the excruciating pain, he still managed to sneakily slip the talisman he was holding in his right hand into his left when the female ghost wasn't looking.

The female ghost squatted down in front of Fan Zhiyi again, her darting gaze falling on Fan Zhiyi's bloodied hands.

Fan Zhiyi was shocked to see her lick her lips as if she had spotted something delicious.

However, the female ghost quickly regained her balance, forcing Fan Zhiyi to hold the pen, and then she also held the bottom of the pen on the opposite side.

Wait a minute, isn't this a bit like a spirit medium game called Ouija board?

Fan Zhiyi's hands were trembling. He really didn't want to play this stupid game with a known female ghost in this eerie atmosphere.

Damn it, this really is a ghost sighting.

What kind of ridiculous plot twists did the author come up with? Can't you have some sympathy for his fragile little heart?

Fan Zhiyi dared not look at the female ghost; his heart felt like it was about to explode. His mind raced through the various rules of the Ouija board game he had read before.

In typical Ouija board games, it's a question-and-answer session, and you can't let go of the pen until the spirit is sent away. Furthermore, he can't ask any questions related to the spirit, so what should he say? He doesn't want to ask anything, he doesn't want to know anything! Ahhhhh, he wants to get out! Help!

The female ghost moved her head closer, as if silently urging Fan Zhiyi on, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

In his panic, Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and shouted, "Excuse me, what is my name?"

"..."

Fan Zhiyi felt that the pen in his hand did not react. He forced himself to open his eyes again to look, and saw that a magic circle had appeared below the place where he and the female ghost were.

Fan Zhiyi stared at all this in disbelief, trying to pull his hand away, but it was as if it were firmly stuck to the pen, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Fan Zhiyi was terrified. He heard a low, muttering sound, his mind went blank, and his head throbbed with pain.

The voice tempted him to let go of the yellow talisman in his hand, but it was his only lifeline, and Fan Zhiyi would rather die than let it go.

Holy crap, what's with the female ghost chanting incantations?

"What's your name?" Fan Zhiyi felt that the voice didn't seem to be coming from his own throat.

The pen in his hand began to move, a cold wind arose, and the book was turned to the front, where three words were circled in the lower left corner.

Fan Zhiyi shook his head to clear his mind. He guessed that this might be the name of the female ghost. He couldn't help but reach out and flip through the book, only to find that the first few pages had been torn out, leaving the rest blank.

Immediately afterward, Fan Zhiyi felt his mouth slip out of his control again: "How did you die?"

Fan Zhiyi was terrified by his own words, as this question was taboo in the Ouija board game.

He's finished, he's really done for this time. No, what's wrong with him? Why can he vaguely see himself below from up here? Could it be that his soul has left his body?

Sure enough, the moment the words left his mouth, Fan Zhiyi saw a barely perceptible smile on the female ghost's lips. Then, a fierce wind arose, banging against the windows and doors with a loud crash. Fan Zhiyi felt his consciousness being pulled extremely hard, as if his soul was being torn apart. Many images flashed through his mind like a whirlwind.

"Xiuniang, you will be the most perfect candidate, the pride of our Xue family."

"No, no! Why aren't you perfect enough? Why aren't you perfect enough!"

“Xue Xiuniang, you are a defective product. Defective products should not exist in this world. My daughter should be the most perfect. She will bring unparalleled glory to the Xue family.”

At the end of the scene, Fan Zhiyi, as if he were there, saw the middle-aged man holding an axe with tears in his eyes, swing his hand and chop at the girl's shoulder and neck, blood spurting out.

The girl screamed with wide eyes, her reflection showing her father's crazed appearance, like a demon from hell.

When Fan Zhiyi finally came to his senses from the scene, he was still shaken and felt a lingering fear. The feeling was so real; it was as if he himself had been struck by an axe.

That profound sense of powerlessness, the feeling of having your throat grabbed and being unable to scream, is terrifying.

What kind of scene is this? Is this a female ghost's death scene? This is too tragic.

A chill rose from his feet and enveloped Fan Zhiyi, making him shiver. Then he felt the female ghost's hand moving him. She was writing and drawing on a piece of paper, and then she stopped.

The problem is that Fan Zhiyi can't read the characters here, and he has no idea what the other party wrote.

The female ghost then realized that she had waited a long time but had not received the desired effect, and began to doubt herself, thinking that the spell had failed.

Fan Zhiyi felt his soul return to him. He lowered his head and looked at the words on the paper: "What is this?" Scribbles?

Female ghost: "..."

Suddenly, the force with which Fan Zhiyi gripped the pen shifted towards the female ghost. Startled, Fan Zhiyi met her gaze. Once again, he felt his soul floating outside, his whole being in a daze.

He didn't see the female ghost speak, but through the pen, he connected with her and finally heard her voice—a clear, cold female voice—asking, "Am I pitiful?"

The terrifying female ghost before my eyes has transformed into the girl from the previous scene, the wound on her shoulder almost splitting half of her body in two.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and they fell like raindrops on a pear blossom. Anyone who saw her would say she was pitiful.

Fan Zhiyi nodded slightly.

"Can you help me?"

As if bewitched, Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth and asked, "How can I help?"

"I want your blood."

"why?"

"I want to be a perfect person."

Fan Zhiyi's psychological defenses loosened a bit, and just when the female ghost thought everything was foolproof, Fan Zhiyi asked again, "How much do you want?"

"Not too much, is that alright?"

"..." Fan Zhiyi felt that his body wanted to say yes, but he didn't want to answer that way. However, he seemed to have lost control of his body.

Fan Zhiyi moved his lips, and under the female ghost's burning gaze, the word "may" seemed about to be uttered, but he forcibly swallowed it back.

After repeating this several times, the female ghost lost her patience and pressed, "Is it alright?"

Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth. In this critical situation, he thought of his little money and forced out three words: "No, you can."