Third Role-Play, Her Name

Having erased Clown Eerie's head and confirmed that this NPC had gone offline, Luo Xixi's pretty but cold face still carried a trace of confusion and disbelief.

She had assumed that Clown Eerie could unseal [Spirit of the Pen] and keep her by his side.

And bring her to the [Disaster Building] within a single day—there had to be something special about him.

Yet she had not expected that, in a single exchange...

Looking at the bloodstain that was all that remained, Luo Xixi pondered for a moment. "Looks like I overthought it."

She walked forward.

Resentful white ribbons curled around her body, and then a white-clothed eerie emerged.

The female eerie wore white mourning clothes and a plain mourning hat. Her face was filled with sorrow, and she wept incessantly. In the old generation's words, she had the face of a husband-killing widow.

White Ribbon Ghoul spoke tearfully, "The host is dead. Take Subject 5."

There, a headless corpse lay on the floor, still clutching the [Cursed Grudge Brush].

Inside the [Cursed Grudge Brush], Spirit of the Pen sighed softly. Though her eyes were covered by a cloth strip, one could still sense the deep helplessness within her.

"I couldn't carry him..."

"In the end, I bet on the wrong one."

She had originally taken a liking to the "special" quality on Ji Yan and chosen to follow him, hoping that once she found Subject Number 3, she could "devour" her.

She had successfully met Subject Number 3, but Ji Yan had completely screwed up and been strangled to death in a single exchange...

Taking the [Cursed Grudge Brush] into her hand, Luo Xixi remained expressionless.

Her eyes slanted toward Timid Ghoul nearby.

At that moment, the ghoul was huddled in the corner, shivering.

Its head was buried against