Sleep Your Big Headed Ghost

Liu Xiaoxiao, eager for revenge, didn't even wait for Liu Haoyu to finish speaking.

She rushed forward impatiently, her endless black hair cutting off almost all escape routes for the shadow.

The shadow wanted to flee, but found its limbs already tightly bound by the strands of hair.

No matter how much it struggled, it couldn't escape. It could only watch as a large amount of black hair drilled into its body from its mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

The violent influx of black hair split its mouth open, even breaking its jaw.

Despite already transforming into a ghost servant, the shadow—which was Zhu Xingxue—was being forcibly squeezed of a large amount of filthy blood.

It writhed and struggled incessantly, but it was useless.

The furious wrath of the fierce ghost would soon tear it to shreds.

Zhu Xingxue looked at Liu Haoyu not far away, desperately reaching out his hand, perhaps wanting to grasp this lifeline.

Or perhaps attempting to drag him down with him.

In response, Liu Haoyu merely watched indifferently.

He even started to clap.

Under the resentful and unwilling gaze of the shadow, its body was torn apart bit by bit, exploding from the inside.

All that remained on the ground was a pool of blood.

As if venting her fury, Liu Xiaoxiao stomped on the bloodstains on the ground twice more. At this moment, her hatred and resentment were finally resolved.

After watching Liu Xiaoxiao finish, Liu Haoyu walked over to the coffins of the two university students.

Facing the unrecognizable corpses and the tormented spirits, Liu Haoyu took out a talisman paper and said:

"In your next life, don't come to a place like this."

With that, flames consumed the two corpses, turning everything into nothingness.

Then, Liu Haoyu lit another cigarette and said to the white-clothed fierce ghost with his back turned:

"Are you at peace now? If you are, you should leave too."

The white-clothed fierce ghost placed its hand on Liu Haoyu's shoulder.

Her resentment had long since vanished, but her eyes were now soaked with tears.

Cold teardrops fell to the ground as the ghost murmured, as if begging and as if hoping.

"Mom... Dad..."

Liu Haoyu turned his head, looking at the last trace of Liu Xiaoxiao's obsession. He could only sigh and say:

"I understand."

As his voice fell, the white-clothed fierce ghost slowly disappeared before Liu Haoyu.

Leaving only a final lock of hair in his hand.

Though called a lock, it was only a few strands left.

Looking at the item in his hand, Liu Haoyu slowly walked out of the basement.

After he exited the house, a light and gentle female voice finally spoke:

"Um... are you done?"

Qin Liu had been quite frightened by Liu Xiaoxiao's ferocious ghost-slaying spectacle, but after understanding Liu Xiaoxiao's situation, she felt sympathy and said:

"Are you going to find her parents now?"

"Something like that."

Liu Haoyu looked back at the ominous house, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

"Qin Liu, step back a bit."

"Oh, okay."

From the girl's perspective, Liu Haoyu took out a talisman paper. Under its effect, the resentment within the house quickly gathered onto the paper.

However, perhaps because the resentment was too dense, a single piece of talisman paper couldn't absorb it all.

In the end, Liu Haoyu used a total of ten talisman papers to absorb all the resentment here.

The talisman papers that had absorbed the resentment turned completely black and looked extremely eerie.

Liu Haoyu scattered these papers in various corners of the house, hiding them with some camouflage.

"With this, the resentment here should be suppressed."

With the fierce ghost dealt with, the resentment here would likely dissipate completely after some time.

After finishing everything, Liu Haoyu got on his motorcycle and prepared to head home.

As dawn was about to break, Liu Haoyu had returned home.

On the way, Qin Liu had also asked Liu Haoyu if he could suppress the resentment in her own home.

The answer is no.

In fact, Qin Liu knew very well that the resentment in her own home was tens, even hundreds of times greater than that of the civilian houses.

It was not a scale that Talisman Papers could suppress.

And even if it could be suppressed with Talisman Papers, the resentment was still here. She couldn't possibly not live in her home and sleep soundly, could she?

So this matter had to be put aside for now. As for now...

She had to get her bed back first.

"That's my bed!"

Qin Liu's little face turned red with anger as she looked at Liu Haoyu lounging leisurely on her bed.

She had emphasized so many times that this was her room, so why was this pervert still lingering here stubbornly?

In response, Liu Haoyu looked in the direction of the voice but couldn't see Qin Liu herself.

After some thought, he shifted his body further into the bed, making room for one person on the already not-so-large bed.

"Sleep."

"Sleep your head!"

Actually, Liu Haoyu didn't want to take Qin Liu's bed, but he had no choice... in this vast haunted house, there was only this one bed.

So he would just have to endure it a little, this little ghost.

Qin Liu was furious. Seeing the man had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep, she quietly suppressed her anger.

Of course, she couldn't sleep in the same bed as Liu Haoyu.

Fortunately, as a ghost, she could float while sleeping.

After careful consideration, she chose to stay in the room.

She floated in mid-air, lay down, and stared at Liu Haoyu with a fierce gaze.

"Hope you freeze to death."

Unfortunately, this minor issue was nothing to this man.

Liu Haoyu pulled his air-conditioned comforter over himself and closed his eyes, even with a hint of enjoyment.

When Liu Haoyu woke up, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

He yawned and washed his face.

There was a full-length mirror in the room.

Liu Haoyu looked at the mirror.

His skin looked very pale from staying up all night.

But because he hadn't slept well for a long time, his eye sockets were a little sunken, and he looked quite haggard and listless.

It was just like the mental state of contemporary college students.

He knew that Qin Liu was still in the room.

The guy was blasting the air conditioning, making the room as cold as a dozen degrees even in the peak of summer.

Unfortunately, this was just an ordinary mirror bought from a supermarket.

It wasn't a consecrated silver mirror, so he couldn't see Qin Liu.

This was truly quite regrettable.

After all, he could still faintly hear those very cute snores in the room. If he had a silver mirror, he might have been able to take the opportunity to see the little ghost's sleeping posture.

Too bad he didn't.

Liu Haoyu tiptoed out of the room.

He was going to Jiangliu City.

On one hand, he needed to give the last lock of hair to Liu Xiaoxiao's mother.

On the other hand, Elder Deng had lived in Jiangliu City for decades and was once a ghost exorcist. He should have known about this haunted house.

Perhaps he could find out something from him.