To think that this ghost is actually the “adorably clueless” type.

On the floor, a little girl with ash-grey skin stared wide-eyed, her gaze fierce and intense, at the pair of long legs standing before her. For a moment, she felt as if she’d become a radish and someone had yanked her straight out of the ground with a swift motion.

Uncertain and wary, she tilted her bloodless face upward, only to see a radiant smile greeting her. The smile was warm, the eyes gentle. She froze again. The last time she’d seen such a smile was when her mother was still alive, and that had been a very long time ago.

Unconsciously, she reached out, wanting to touch that smile.

But as she stretched out her hand, Chen Sheng misunderstood.

“Don’t just sit on the floor. Get up quickly, or you’ll damage the floor… Wait, I mean, sitting on the floor makes you look short,” Chen Sheng said hurriedly, reaching out to help the little ghost girl up.

He hadn’t expected that, after pulling her out of the television, she wouldn’t attack him. Instead, she behaved like a child, wanting to be picked up. Of course, picking her up was out of the question—she was a ghost, after all—but he couldn’t just ignore her, so he helped her up.

The little ghost girl: (〃＞皿＜)

She heard him clearly. What did he mean, “damage the floor”? She just looked small; she wasn’t actually a child!

In an instant, her eyes grew fierce again. Malice materialized, condensed into a ghastly green light within her gaze—the very source of power for all supernatural beings.

Yet, in the next moment, that malice melted away like snow under sunlight.

A gallows appeared, and a dark green-black rope fell from it, imbued with an eerie, intangible force that wrapped around her, rendering her unable to move.

Life suspended, fate bound—a penal artifact!

She immediately recognized what it was. How could this man possess such a fearsome item?

The little ghost girl was deeply shocked.

Chen Sheng looked at the dazed and silly ghost girl, surprised. Who would have thought that the ghost crawling out of a TV screen would turn out to be the adorable, clueless type!

Even though he’d pulled her out, she was, in essence, a ghost crawling out of the screen. Even if he hadn’t pulled her, she would’ve come out eventually. Surely, he hadn’t yanked her so hard that he made her dumb?

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Upon this thought, Chen Sheng felt a pang of guilt. Given the way the developers of this healing game operated, it was entirely possible they’d set up such a ridiculous twist.

So what should he do now? He couldn’t just stuff the ghost girl back into the television, could he?

Chen Sheng glanced at her again. Seeing her still standing there, bewildered, he picked her up, preparing to shove her back into the black-and-white TV screen.

With so much going on in his mind, he muttered as he tried to push her back, “Sorry, I really didn’t know pulling you out would make you silly. Let me put you back and see if you recover. If not… well, forget I said anything.”

The little ghost girl: (〃＞皿＜)

Who’s silly? She was just too frightened to move! That’s a penal artifact! Which ghost wouldn’t be terrified in front of such a deadly item? Only a vengeful spirit would dare defy it!

Moreover…

She distinctly felt that this penal artifact was very different from the one she’d encountered before—the one that had reduced her to her current state.

After all, she was only half a step away from becoming a vengeful spirit herself.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to steal this villa, drive out its rightful owner, and send them down to the basement.

Suddenly, she noticed what made this penal artifact unique. It seemed that someone bold had redefined its very nature…

Thinking this, the little ghost girl blinked, staring at the man holding her. She seemed to know now who that audacious person was. Judging by his behavior since entering the villa, he certainly fit the description.

Thud!

With a soft sound, the little ghost girl’s thoughts halted. Her face had collided with the TV screen.

Then she heard the man muttering, “Huh? Why won’t she fit? I just pulled her out from here! This makes no sense!”

The little ghost girl: (〃＞皿＜)

I’m a ghost, and you’re talking to me about science?

And, ‘pulled’? Did you really use that verb? Do you think I’m a radish?

Science, my ****

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Pulled, your ****

Playing the role of a diligent telegraph operator for a while, the ghost girl timidly glanced at the gallows, then reached out her grey-white hand to touch the TV screen.

Instantly, the screen rippled like water, forming concentric circles.

Suddenly, the ripples expanded, turning into a black hole that swallowed Chen Sheng whole.

Instinctively, Chen Sheng raised his hand to shield himself, then realized it was pointless and lowered it. He looked up, stunned.

He found himself in a world of only black and white, everything shrouded in a hazy gray, as if countless snowflakes obstructed his vision.

“Where is this?” Chen Sheng asked reflexively.

“Mortis.”

“What?” Chen Sheng was confused, the word sounded strange. “Mortis?” Was that really what it was called?

“This place is called Mortis,” the little ghost girl replied, drawing a character on the ground with her finger.

Seeing it, Chen Sheng understood.

“A land of death?” he asked, for the word ‘mortis’ meant death.

“More or less…” The little ghost girl glanced at the gallows that had followed them, a hint of dread in her heart.

Because Mortis was a place where ordinary penal artifacts could not enter.

In other words, this artifact was among the most fearsome; even Mortis could not halt it.

Chen Sheng looked around calmly. The sensation of being swallowed by a black hole had felt so real he’d thought he’d traveled to another world, but now he realized he was still just playing a game.

So—these game designers were truly brilliant!

Once again, Chen Sheng indulged in his own elaborate imaginings, then turned to the ghost girl beside him and asked, “Is it true that you can speak here, but can’t communicate outside?”

The little ghost girl shook her head, then nodded.

Chen Sheng immediately grasped the meaning: “You mean, outside Mortis, it’s very difficult for you to communicate with people normally, right?”

The little ghost girl was surprised by his quick understanding, but showed no outward reaction. She simply nodded again.

“Then may I ask you something? About the villa.”

The little ghost girl tilted her head, glanced at Chen Sheng, and replied, “You may.”

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