Flames erupted in the living room. To keep them from setting the house on fire, Xu Huo thoughtfully controlled their spread. Watching the two corpses scream in the flames, he said, "A lot of the houses here have ancestral tablets. I'm guessing this sort of thing isn't an isolated case."
"Where did that ghost go?"
Zhu Xiaojin peered into the pitch-black stairwell. "It's not in the stairwell. I don't know if it got scared off."
The corpses in the living room had fallen silent. To make sure they didn't come back to life, Xu Huo cut them apart with blades of Space Ray, then headed out once he'd confirmed they'd turned to dust. "Let's ask that female ghost where the living are."
The painted woman volunteered to take the lead.
"Be careful, then." Xu Huo agreed without hesitation.
Watching her run off, Tang Yu said, "Isn't splitting up the biggest mistake in a horror movie? That half-transparent thing from earlier didn't look like something you could burn."
"If it can attack you, then you can attack it," Xu Huo said. "Things produced by Dungeons and items are still within the bounds of what players can understand."
Tang Yu said nothing more.
The painted woman was quick. Before the rest of them had even reached the bottom of the stairs, she returned, holding the half-transparent female ghost from earlier. The ghost looked terrifying, but even with the painted woman gripping the back of her neck, she still flashed Xu Huo and the others a ferocious grin. Then... she got slapped.
The painted woman couldn't speak easily while holding her, but her disdain was plain as day. When the female ghost changed her expression after being slapped, the painted woman raised her hand again.
This time, the female ghost behaved herself.
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