You Don't Have a Dad Either?

Lilith looked at the ghost that had appeared, puzzled.

Judging by her build and blurred features, she had not been very old when she died.

To die so young and become a ghost afterward could, in a sense, be considered a talent.

"By bad people, do you mean those people from the Church?" Lilith climbed out of the coffin and sat down nearby.

Perhaps Treasure Island was the only place where the Church could be defined as the bad guys while Necromancers and ghosts were the good guys.

Xiaoxiao floated closer, then timidly retreated to the corner beneath the roof. "Yeah. They always come looking for trouble with Uncle, but Uncle doesn't dare hit them."

Lilith raised a brow. "By Uncle, you mean Wu Heng? He wants to fight people from the Church?"

"Hmph! They're nothing special." Xiaoxiao crossed her arms and floated in midair.

Lilith took out some liquor from her Spatial Ring and poured herself a full glass.

Xiaoxiao flew a little closer again. "Sister, if you fight them, aren't you afraid they'll come after you?"

"I'm not."

"Um..." Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, glanced at her again, and said, "Then do you want to live on the island? The scenery here is really nice."

Lilith took a sip of Fruit Wine. "You want me to help your uncle and keep fighting people from the Church?"

"Can you?"

"Then what do I get? You can't expect me to work for nothing." A faint smile touched Lilith's lips.

"I'll have Uncle give you a house, a Game Console—whatever you want." Xiaoxiao promised eagerly.

Lilith swirled the wine in her glass and asked, "I still don't know your name."

"You can call me Xiaoxiao. You're Lilith, right?"

"Xiaoxiao!" Lilith repeated the name, then asked, "How many ghosts does your uncle