It's a Transparent Lotus Seed!

Feeling the restlessness emanating from the pen tip, Feng Xue's lips curled into a slight smile. She went to the study, opened a sheet of white paper, and, holding the pen suspended in her non-dominant hand, softly said:

"Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, I am your present life. If you wish to continue our bond, please draw a circle on the pen."

Although the ritual of summoning the spirit through the Ouija board is simple, it's generally impossible to do it like Feng Xue did. But what could he do when he was already possessed by the spirit beforehand?

So, almost as soon as he finished chanting the incantation, the pen in his hand automatically began to write on the paper, not by trembling circles, but by neat, large characters—

"Die!"

"Hey, I know you're dead, you don't need to keep bringing it up. I just wanted to ask you something..."

"Die!"

"Well, I didn't ask you anything forbidden. I just wanted to know if you were male or female, how old you were before you died, and if you could come out and meet me..."

"Die!"

"Damn it! You're asking for it, aren't you?" Feng Xue, seeing the Book of Life and Death board spirit always responding with a "dead" answer no matter what she asked, slammed her hand on the table, casually tossed the Book of Life and Death onto it, pressed her pen against it, and said:

"You try writing another one for me?!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

The sound of the pen nib scratching against the paper echoed continuously. The expensive fountain pen dragged Feng Xue's hand along, writing and drawing on the Book of Life and Death, but it just wouldn't write a single word. Feng Xue could even feel the anxious, almost tearful emotion being transmitted back from the pen.

Feng Xue showed no sympathy whatsoever, and calmly said:

"Write on, why did you stop? Keep going! You're getting cocky now that I'm talking to you nicely, aren't you? You really think you've become a god just because you call yourself a spirit? Huh? Why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you so capable?"

As Feng Xue uttered those provocative words, the pen trembled almost twice with each syllable, as if it were about to crush the pen.

Unfortunately, this pen is a Phantom Object.

Unless one possesses destructive powers, it is impossible to crush.

"Laughable! Is that all you're good for, yet you're always killing people? Oh, right, all you can do besides kill is draw circles. I get it, you're illiterate, aren't you? How pathetic. Speaking of which, I wonder if there's a school in the City of the Wrongfully Dead. Maybe I should send you there to get some training?"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh--"

The ear-piercing scream made the glass rattle, but whether it was because the decibel level wasn't high enough or because there was something special about the glass in this room, after the noise, none of the windows actually shattered.

Seeing this, Feng Xue's smile widened, and she grinned, saying:

"Heh, I thought you could unleash a banshee scream, but you couldn't even shatter the glass. That's all you've got, yet you try to kill people? You're just a nobody!"

"Die!!!" The venomous voice traveled straight to her brain through her finger bones, and Feng Xue's hand, which was holding the pen, suddenly jerked upwards uncontrollably, her sharp fingertips aimed directly at her eyeballs.

But the movement was abruptly halted as a perfectly timed force neutralized the upward lift, leaving the arm suspended in mid-air.

Feng Xue, meanwhile, pulled out a bottle of milk from somewhere, took a swig of it, and then suddenly sprayed it out onto her hand holding the pen.

"Ah--"

A scream several times more piercing than before exploded from Feng Xue's left hand. Upon seeing this, Feng Xue reached behind her and immediately pulled out a roll of Preservative Film and flung it forcefully.

Normally, it would be difficult to shake off the Preservative Film like that, but with the help of the divine Absolute Skill of Mindless Divine Power, the Preservative Film was like a white ribbon, precisely circling several times in the air and forming a rough human shape.

"Get down here!"

Seeing that she had successfully caught her target, Feng Xue smiled and pulled the transparent object that was floating in the air down with a forceful pull.

"Eat my [Heavenly Demon Aspects - Hundred-Armed Giant Great Capture]!"

Feng Xue shouted out absurd names for her moves, her arms moving in the air as if hundreds of arms were actually dancing. The transparent object that had only been wrapped twice was immediately completely encased, turning into a human-shaped Preservative Film dumpling, which fell to the ground.

Well, perhaps calling it a mummy would be more polite.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh..."

The mummy wrapped in Preservative Film struggled frantically, writhing back and forth like a maggot. Feng Xue grinned, took out his increasingly faint old friend from his waist and put it in his pocket. Although using Ox Tear would be the same at this time, having learned from the lesson of the Miss Ke Family, he chose to protect his eyes from these strange things.

Even with the filter applied, the world in my eyes doesn't seem to change at all. No, it seems there is some change, for example, the completely transparent body wrapped in Preservative Film finally has a complete shape.

"What... what are you going to do?"

Perhaps it was the effect of the filter on her perception, or perhaps she sensed something was wrong in Feng Xue's eyes, but the Ouija board finally spoke words that Feng Xue could understand.

Upon seeing this, Feng Xue swallowed hard, and picked up the woman—who, during the days he used filters, was second only to the Miss Ke Family —from the ground, scrutinizing her curvaceous figure and expressing great dissatisfaction with her blue and white tracksuit.

"You ignored me when I tried to talk to you nicely, but now you're willing to speak?"

"Let me go!" the spirit cried out in anguish, but Feng Xue maintained her cat-like grip, bringing the translucent, Preservative Film -wrapped face close to her own, revealing a begging, repulsive expression. She leered at the female ghost, and to be honest, if that tracksuit were replaced with a traditional Chinese dress, she would actually have a rather ethereal, fairy-like quality...

Yes, provided that the Preservative Film is removed.

As a derivative of Phantom Object, the spirit of the Ouija board had never seen anything like this before and immediately panicked. It struggled desperately while making some sharp noises, but Feng Xue remained completely unmoved. She simply pulled out two ropes made of Preservative Film and hung the spirit on the roof. Luckily, the spirit was not heavy, otherwise the lamp might not have been able to support it.

"Let me go! Just tell me what you want to ask, and I'll tell you everything I know!"

Seemingly realizing she couldn't escape the Preservative Film containing nitrites, the spirit lady lowered her head in humiliation. Feng Xue, however, crossed her arms and said smugly:

"Why didn't you do this sooner? Now? It's too late!"

"Then what do you want?" The spirit girl shuddered under Feng Xue's gaze and said somewhat timidly, "I'm just a spirit, I can't do anything except communicate with spirits and ask questions."

"Oh, you really know psychic divination? I thought all you could write was 'death'! Alright, listen carefully, I'm going to ask you... what do you think I'll do to you next?"