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"Can you really see me?" The female ghost's eyes widened as she eagerly asked Feng Yang.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, the female ghost's eyeballs suddenly bulged out, hanging precariously outside her sockets. More dark red blood seeped from her eyes, making her look even more terrifying and sinister.

The female ghost impatiently crawled out of the mirror. However, she had only gotten halfway out when Feng Yang's right hand pressed down on her head.

With a shove, Feng Yang pushed the female ghost back into the mirror, then flicked his sticky, damp palm in disgust. "How long has it been since you washed your hair? You're a girl, for heaven's sake. Even as a ghost, you should mind your hygiene."

The female ghost stared at Feng Yang in disbelief. "You can see me?"

After freezing for a moment, the female ghost suddenly realized. "No, you can touch me? Who exactly are you?"

"Get out first!" Feng Yang frowned tightly. "Whatever it is, wait until I finish showering."

The female ghost looked at Feng Yang's bare upper body and suddenly remembered that she had once been a girl herself. Her face heated up, and she vanished with a whoosh.

The bathroom lights brightened again. Feng Yang turned on the faucet, and clean water flowed out once more. He carefully washed his hands, then returned to the shower stall and finished his shower.

Twenty minutes later, Feng Yang emerged from the bathroom fully dressed. The brightly lit guest room had become pitch-black, just like the bathroom earlier. In the corner of the room, the female ghost, glowing an eerie green, was squatting obediently. From Feng Yang's earlier reaction, she could tell that he was a particularly clean person. So she did not dare sit on the bed—the small inn Feng Yang was staying at only had one bed, a table and chairs, and a bathroom in its standard room.

Feng Yang pointed at the only chair in the room. "Please, sit."

As he spoke, Feng Yang poured the female ghost a cup of tea and set it on the table beside them.

Looking at Feng Yang's clean, refreshing, incomparably handsome face, the female ghost suddenly felt a long-forgotten sense of inferiority. She hurriedly waved her hands. "I won't sit. I'm too dirty."

After a pause, the female ghost added, "I didn't mean to scare anyone just now. It's just that whenever I appear, the lights around me go out—"

"I understand." Feng Yang nodded. "A magnetic field issue."

That was why it affected the biological magnetic fields nearby. The specific effects included unstable voltage, molecular deterioration, and so on. At its weakest, it affected the brain and caused hallucinations.

Feng Yang had no intention of dwelling on the matter. Changing the subject, he asked, "What did you come to me for?"

"Huh?" Perhaps because she had not expected Feng Yang to be so calm and indifferent, the female ghost froze again.

Before coming here, she had considered whether the eerie scene caused by her appearance would frighten Feng Yang. But no matter how she imagined it, she had never expected Feng Yang to react like this.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes that you need my help with?" Feng Yang patiently repeated. In his previous life, when he had partnered with Vengeful Ghost, he had encountered many ghosts like this female ghost. Every time they saw a person, they acted as if they had never seen the world before, making a huge fuss. Still, it was understandable. Ghosts lived differently from humans. Humans were social creatures who needed social lives. Most ghosts, however, lived in isolation and only cared about their own little affairs. Otherwise, why would they all be called lonely wandering ghosts?

It was already pretty good that this female ghost could still communicate after dying. In his previous life, Feng Yang had seen many wronged souls and vengeful ghosts stained with human lives. They only knew how to devour their own kind by instinct, or seek human lives out of overwhelming resentment. There was simply no way to communicate with them. In the end, ghosts like these either desperately devoured soul power until their cultivation became profound enough for them to regain their sanity, or slaughtered innocents in a daze until the Heavenly Dao struck them into complete annihilation.

Then there were people like him and Vengeful Ghost, constantly traveling around to do business in order to earn Vengeful Ghost's wish power and golden merit light. They helped wandering ghosts burdened by obsessions fulfill their wishes. If they encountered a vengeful ghost that truly could not communicate, they simply dispersed it and absorbed its soul power.

So when the female ghost came knocking of her own accord, Feng Yang instinctively slipped into work mode.

But the female ghost had clearly never experienced anything like this. Naturally, she had never met a human who, upon seeing a ghost, was not afraid but instead asked what unfulfilled wishes she had.

In short, it was far too strange.

Seeing that the female ghost had remained silent for so long, Feng Yang raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to look at her. His eyes were black and profound, like a cold pool that had not seen sunlight for years. The sight made the female ghost's heart tremble, leaving her somewhat at a loss.

Speaking of which, before her death, this female ghost had only been a young girl who had just turned twenty. She had been innocent and kind, without much scheming or worldly wisdom. Even the reason for her death was that she had softened her heart for a moment and helped someone she should not have helped...

Thinking of everything she had suffered before dying, the female ghost's head suddenly swelled with pain. Dense ghostly energy abruptly erupted around her. The ghost, whose mind had been clear moments ago, was once again controlled by the violence and resentment in her heart. Blood flowed from her dried-up facial orifices, making her appearance increasingly horrifying.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you!" the female ghost howled as she lunged at Feng Yang.

Already accustomed to such scenes, Feng Yang did not care. With a wave of his right hand, a golden light shot from the Vengeful Ghost Talisman in his palm and struck the female ghost directly. The ghost, wreathed in sinister energy and crazed with fury, was sent tumbling. Her entire soul nearly scattered.

"Are you awake now?" Feng Yang asked blandly. As he spoke, he took a notebook and pen from his backpack and continued, "To make sure you're acting of your own free will, I'll explain the terms of our transaction before it is finalized."

Whether vengeful ghosts or resentful ghosts, the reason they lingered in the human world, preferring to become lonely wandering ghosts rather than follow ghost messengers to the Underworld to reincarnate, was ultimately because the obsessions in their hearts had not faded. There were generally two ways to dispel those obsessions. One was to ask someone else to help fulfill their wishes. Once the obsession was gone, they could return to the Underworld and await reincarnation. The other was to become a vengeful ghost and seek vengeance themselves. However, vengeful ghosts were not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, so once their obsession dissipated, their souls would scatter. If they committed too many sins, the Heavenly Dao might directly strike them with lightning and annihilate them.

Under normal circumstances, Feng Yang would advise wronged souls that had not yet become vengeful ghosts to choose the first method. After helping them fulfill their wishes, Feng Yang and Vengeful Ghost would absorb the soul power released when the wronged souls' obsessions dissipated and they returned to the Underworld. If they received the other party's sincere gratitude, or if they moved a resentful ghost to tears during the process, they could even absorb wish power.