Will I die?

The older brother trembled uncontrollably upon seeing the lock of hair in Liu Haoyu's hand.

However, since he was in a soul state, Liu Haoyu couldn't make out his expression clearly, seeing only a dark shadow.

Just as Liu Haoyu was preparing to leave, the brother finally spoke.

"You're strong, aren't you?"

"I don't know how strong I am," Liu Haoyu replied without looking back. "All I know is that among the ghost exorcists in my batch, I'm the only one who's still alive."

Hearing this, the brother finally seemed to make a decision.

"...Can you do me a favor? Kill my father... Kill him..."

The more he spoke, the more distorted the boy's tone became, his movements twitching and frantic.

The resentment in the air grew thicker, and under its influence, the boy's heart was filled with loathing and hatred for Zhu Xingxue.

The killing intent, suppressed deep within his soul, made the entire room turn cold.

To find his sister, this older brother didn't hesitate to summon the Ouija Ghost, and even death didn't diminish the hatred in his heart.

But he was just a child, and even after being killed by the Fierce Ghost, he hadn't become much stronger.

"Kill him... Kill him... Only then can my sister be freed..."

Just as Liu Haoyu had said earlier, after death, souls would eventually dissipate. Even though this older brother had appeared so normal before, at this moment, he became dangerous and terrifying.

Liu Haoyu looked at the black shadow that had fallen into madness, sighing inwardly with helplessness.

This child had completely lost his mind.

"Please, kill him!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The older brother's enraged and hateful roars echoed in the room, his hatred for his father erupting like a volcano.

The black shadow roared and howled, its resentment seeming capable of devouring any living being.

Unlike the white-clothed Fierce Ghost, this state of complete irrationality meant that even killing Zhu Xingxue wouldn't allow him to ascend to the afterlife.

Seeing this, Liu Haoyu indifferently took out a Soul Suppressing Talisman.

This posture of hatred and anger would only cause him more pain; it was better to let him find release sooner.

A dazzling white light flashed in the room.

After Liu Haoyu walked out of the room, he leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

"Hoo... Don't worry, your father will be going to hell soon."

The strong smell of tobacco numbed Liu Haoyu's nerves as the young man walked downstairs woodenly.

Ghosts were humans in life, and humans became ghosts after death.

Killing a ghost and killing a human were fundamentally not very different.

Without a strong heart like Liu Haoyu's, many people would gradually develop self-recrimination and self-doubt amidst such continuous killing, leading them to lose their sanity and their original selves.

They would either fall into complete madness, unable to distinguish between humans and ghosts anymore, descending into lunacy where they killed anyone they saw.

Or, they would choose to end their own lives amidst endless nightmares.

Thinking this, Liu Haoyu looked up, trying to find Qin Liu.

But unfortunately, his spiritual sight wasn't high enough, and he had no idea where Qin Liu was.

He only knew that this little ghost spirit was still by his side.

So he said, "See? As long as you remain within resentment, you can't avoid gradually losing your sanity. You might seem normal now, but the future is uncertain."

Qin Liu remained silent. The way the young boy had gone from fear and pleading to manic rage in mere seconds had been too sudden, so fast that she hadn't even recovered yet.

Would she eventually end up like him?

What should she do then?

"Will I die?"

Finally, Qin Liu couldn't help but ask the question.

Facing Qin Liu's question, Liu Haoyu crushed the cigarette butt in his hand and said, "Do you remember the incense I lit for you? With the maintenance of this incense, you won't go mad like these lonely spirits."

The traditions passed down by ancestors aren't necessarily bad things; offerings and ancestor worship themselves can dispel the resentment generated by ghosts.

For example, no one would find a martyrs' cemetery to have a creepy or terrifying atmosphere.

"And I will find the source of the haunted house's resentment, and I won't let you die."

After saying this, Liu Haoyu slowly walked downstairs under Qin Liu's stunned gaze.

The time had already reached midnight.

The house, already eerie, felt even more chilling now.

The evening wind howled outside, sounding like some monstrous beast screaming.

The windows inside the house rattled in the wind. In the pitch-black darkness, even darker shadows appeared.

It entered the house through the front door and slowly made its way into the basement.

Then, it crawled into the coffin and began to feast upon the two corpses.

The sounds of cracking bones and splashing blood echoed endlessly in the empty basement.

Just hearing the sounds was enough to make one's hair stand on end, let alone the piercing screams that accompanied the gnawing.

The souls of the two college students had been captured by an adult-sized shadow.

It reveled in the screams, in the pleasure of torture, slaughter, and the splatter of blood.

Just like the maiden it had killed at the reservoir in its life.

The bloody scene from that time kept replaying in its residual soul.

Screams continued to echo in the basement, and Sima Cai cried out in pain.

"I remember! I remember! I died long ago, ahhh!"

For the two of them at this moment, the situation was akin to being eaten alive.

They were in agony, yet their consciousness was crystal clear. Any struggle was futile.

The shadow tore and gnawed at them like a beast that had lost its mind.

Just as it was reveling in its enjoyment, countless black hairs fell upon it.

The shadow felt an intense killing intent and turned its head to look.

It found a white figure behind it.

A pale face met its gaze, hidden beneath a mass of dense black hair, were two eyes filled with endless killing intent and resentment.

This was the hatred in Liu Xiaoxiao's heart, and the painful obsession within her.

It was this obsession, along with Liu Haoyu's promise, that allowed her to retain her last shred of sanity.

"Kill you..."

"Kill you!!"

Compared to the white-clad Fierce Ghost, Zhu Xingxue was merely a lower-level ghost servant, only knowing how to eat flesh and drink blood, possessing little power.

He was fine bullying ordinary people, but facing the white-clad Fierce Ghost, he was completely outmatched.

It tried to escape, but the dense black hair had already sealed off the entire basement. The Fierce Ghost's bloodshot eyes were now blinded by hatred.

Liu Haoyu also emerged from the shadows. He looked at the panicked Zhu Xingxue and said.

"Good and evil are eventually repaid. Now, let her tell you a thing or two."