Li Banfeng had completely forgotten about that short knife. At the moment, he was sitting at the door of the main room, talking to himself.
"The record player didn't kill me. She still has a favorable impression of me."
"But when she suddenly started singing, it was kind of frightening."
"What was frightening about it? She sang so beautifully."
"No matter how beautifully she sings, it won't help. One day, she might eat you without even spitting out the bones."
"If she wanted to eat me, she would have done it long ago. She probably doesn't like eating things alive."
"What if she changes her tastes someday? If she gets angry, she'll roast you crisp on the outside and tender within, body and soul together, until not even dregs remain!"
"You really have no conscience. That record player protected you from beginning to end. How could you slander a young lady like that?"
"How do you know she's a young lady? Maybe she's some hideous evil ghost that can sing!"
Li Banfeng waved a hand at his own forehead. Arguing with himself truly had no meaning at all.
He focused his thoughts and considered how he should deal with this record player.
Throw her away?
Leaving aside how regrettable it would be to discard such an excellent Home Spirit.
The key was that Li Banfeng did not dare throw her away!
He feared that the instant the thought arose, the record player would scald him cooked.
She had instantly killed Luo Yuni. Against someone like me, one satisfied burp would be enough to scald me to death.
The ideal outcome would be successfully subduing the Home Spirit, but the prerequisite was that he had to know the Home Spirit's name.
Where could he learn it?
The only source he could