Would I Die?

When his older brother saw the lock of hair in Liu Haoyu's hand, his body trembled uncontrollably.

But since he was in a soul state, Liu Haoyu couldn't make out his expression on that blurry black shadow.

Just as Liu Haoyu was about to leave, he finally spoke.

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

"I don't know how strong I am." Without turning his head, Liu Haoyu said, "I only know that among the exorcists who started out alongside me, I'm the only one still alive."

Hearing this, the older brother finally made up his mind.

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

The more he spoke, the more twisted the boy's voice became, his movements still jerking and frenzied.

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

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

To find his little sister, this older brother had summoned the Ouija Ghost. Even death had done nothing to lessen the hatred in his heart.

But he was only a child. Even after being killed by a Fierce Ghost, he hadn't become much stronger.

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

Just as Liu Haoyu had said before, a person's soul would eventually scatter after death. No matter how normal this older brother had seemed earlier, at this moment, he had also become dangerous and terrifying.

Liu Haoyu looked at the black shadow that had completely descended into madness and helplessly sighed inwardly.

This child had completely lost his mind.

"Please, kill him!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The older brother's furious, hateful roar echoed through the room. His hatred for his father erupted like a volcano.

The black shadow roared and screeched, waving its claws wildly. Its resentment seemed ready to devour every living thing.

Unlike the white-clothed Fierce Ghost, someone who had completely lost his reason like this could not be sent peacefully into the afterlife even by killing Zhu Xingxue.

Seeing this, Liu Haoyu calmly took out the Soul Suppressing Talisman.

This posture of hatred and rage would only cause him more suffering. It was better to free him as soon as possible.

A blinding white light flashed through the room.

After Liu Haoyu left the room, he leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

"Phew... Don't worry. Your father will be going to hell soon."

The thick smell of tobacco numbed Liu Haoyu's nerves as the young man walked down the stairs woodenly.

Ghosts had been people when alive, and people became ghosts after death.

In essence, killing ghosts and killing people were not all that different.

And without a heart as strong as Liu Haoyu's, many people would gradually begin tormenting and doubting themselves amid this unceasing slaughter, eventually losing their sanity and their true selves.

They would either completely descend into madness, no longer able to distinguish between people and ghosts, becoming lunatics who killed people on sight and ghosts on sight.

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

Thinking of this, Liu Haoyu looked upward, trying to find Qin Liu.

Unfortunately, his spiritual vision was not strong enough, and he had no idea where Qin Liu was.

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

So he said, "You saw that, right? As long as you remain surrounded by resentment, gradually losing your sanity is unavoidable. You may seem fairly normal now, but who knows what the future holds?"

Qin Liu said nothing. The boy had changed far too quickly, going from frightened and begging for mercy to completely deranged in just a few seconds. She still hadn't recovered from the shock.

Would she eventually become like him one day?

What was she supposed to do, then?

"Will I die?"

At last, Qin Liu couldn't help asking that question.

Faced with Qin Liu's question, Liu Haoyu stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and said, "Do you remember the incense I offered you? With the support of that incense, you won't go mad like these wandering ghosts."

The traditions handed down by one's ancestors were not necessarily bad things. Rituals for worshipping the dead could themselves disperse the resentment produced by ghosts.

For example, no one would think that a martyrs' cemetery would have a sinister, terrifying atmosphere.

"And I'll find the source of the resentment in this haunted house. I won't let you die."

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

It was already the middle of the night.

This house, which had been gloomy to begin with, now seemed even more horrifying.

The night wind howled outside, as though some monster were roaring.

The windows inside the house were also being blown back and forth with loud bangs. In the pitch-black darkness, an even darker shadow 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 ravenously devouring the two corpses.

The sounds of bones breaking and blood splattering echoed incessantly through the empty basement.

Just hearing those sounds was enough to make one's scalp prickle, to say nothing of the shrill screams accompanying the chewing.

The souls of the two college students had been dragged back by the shadow of an adult man.

It savored their screams, the pleasure of slaughtering them, and the sensation of blood splattering.

Just like the girl it had killed at the reservoir when it was alive.

That bloody scene kept surfacing in its remaining soul.

The screams rang endlessly through the basement as Sima Cai cried out in agony.

"I remember! I remember! I died a long time ago—aaah!!"

To the two of them, this felt like being eaten alive.

They were in unbearable pain, yet their minds remained perfectly clear. Even if they tried to struggle, it was futile.

The black shadow tore at and gnawed on their bodies like a beast that had lost its reason.

Just as it was enjoying itself, countless strands of black hair fell onto its body.

The black shadow sensed an incredibly intense killing intent and turned around.

Behind it stood a white figure.

That deathly pale face stared back at it. Beneath the disorderly, dense black hair was a pair of eyes filled with endless killing intent and resentment.

That was the hatred in Liu Xiaoxiao's heart, as well as the painful obsession she could not let go of.

It was precisely because of this obsession and the promise Liu Haoyu had made that she had retained the last shred of her sanity.

"I'll kill you..."

"I'll kill you!!"

Compared with the white-clothed Fierce Ghost, Zhu Xingxue was merely an even lower-level ghost servant who knew only how to eat flesh and drink blood. He did not possess much strength.

He could bully ordinary people, but against the white-clothed Fierce Ghost, he was hopelessly outmatched.

He tried to flee, but the dense black hair had already sealed off the entire basement. The Fierce Ghost's bloodshot eyes had long since been blinded by hatred.

Liu Haoyu also stepped out of the shadows. Looking at the panicked Zhu Xingxue, he said, "Good and evil will always be repaid. Now, let her explain that to you."