"Get down from the window right now! I'll see you scaring humans again, and I'm going to tell the owner!"

The female ghost rolled her eyes, but still obediently wiped away her bloody tears and went back to her wardrobe to keep them safe.

"Pat-a-o-A-de"

Hearing the sounds coming from the hallway, the piano downstairs abruptly shut all its lids and closed them, silently playing dead.

The wooden pole butler finally managed to hop down, but seeing how obedient the piano was, he just snorted and turned to hop away again.

He then began his talkative work.

"Could you move over a bit? Why did you put the stool in the middle? Can't you move it yourself?"

The guy sitting on the middle bench reluctantly moved away from his most comfortable spot.

"And you."

The painting on the wall paused, then trembled.

"You shouldn't be hanging here. Go stay with the cabinet ghost in the study upstairs."

The figure in the painting spoke bitterly, "Butler Wooden Pole, the ghost of the cabinet girl is about to fight!"

He definitely doesn't want to live with that shrew.

The wooden-pole butler frowned and glanced at him: "If you two start fighting, the master will make you suffer the consequences."

Disgusting and reeking of the stench of a decaying soul.

The genius who draws wouldn't eat such disgusting things.

He obediently slipped away and flew upstairs.

The wooden-pole butler then stopped scolding people and hopped to the basement.

Dim ghostly flames floated around him, illuminating his path, and the walls on both sides were adorned with exquisite patterns.

Each one is different, but the only thing they have in common is that there is a lamp on it.

The exquisite lamp body features subtle golden patterns that cover the entire surface, giving it a fatally alluring appearance.

The wooden-pole butler stopped at the end of the corridor, where a dimly lit door stood before him.

He shook his body and transformed into a handsome man, though his face was deathly pale.

The wooden-pole butler was slightly out of breath at the door, then went up and knocked.

"Owner"

The door opened in response.

The wooden-pole steward went inside, where the will-o'-the-wisps flickered, and the room was filled with gold and silver jewels.

"Good evening, Master."

The wooden-pole butler went inside, bowed to the lamp on the counter, and spoke with utmost respect, showing none of the temper he displayed when scolding ghosts outside.

A plume of smoke suddenly drifted down from the lamp.

The wooden pole steward kept his head down, not daring to look up.

Suddenly, a pair of white high heels came into his view.

Dou Shiliu glanced at him, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Who broke my door?"

"A bunch of students looking for thrills when they have nothing better to do"

"Oh, let's just throw it to the cabinet ghost to eat."

The wooden butler was ashamed. "Master, why did you waver today?"

Dou Shiliu woke up earlier than usual today.

"Oh, I just want to eat meat."

Wooden Pole Butler: "..."

I wonder who was it that taught them they couldn't eat human flesh.

Now she herself is craving something sweet.

He dared not say these words aloud, and could only lower his head and recount what had happened that day.

There are also some new ghosts.

"Master, this is the new car ghost who arrived today. I don't know how to arrange things for him?"

Dou Shiliu lay lazily on the sofa, watching the will-o'-the-wisp flicker by. She reached out and teased it, and the will-o'-the-wisp flew into her hand.

Dou Shiliu narrowed his eyes and scratched the will-o'-the-wisp's round body: "Is there any room left in the garage?"

The wooden pole butler thought for a moment, then said, "No, that's all."

There are so many stolen cars, we can't possibly collect them all.

"Don't take it next time, please."

Originally, it was just to make it easier to drive out in the future, but now it's harboring so many ghosts, which is not good.

"Master, we can move our camp to another location."

The wooden-pole steward really didn't want to see them become wandering ghosts, eventually being subdued by human sorcerers; that would be too tragic.

"Hmm, we'll talk about it later."

The cannon fodder hasn't entered into a contract with her yet, so we'll have to wait a while.

The wooden pole butler nodded and withdrew.

...

"Hahaha, look at him!"

Several girls in matching uniforms stood in the corridor watching Xian Tong walk over, soaking wet, and laughed together.

"It must have been Xiao Ai and her friends who did it again."

"Ha, serves him right. That ugly thing, I don't know why he transferred to our school, he's such bad luck."

"Oh dear, let's not talk about him anymore, let's continue talking about that boy in Class Z."

Xian Tong overheard every word of the girls' cold jeers and taunts as they passed by.

He returned to the classroom numbly; he had been splashed with water when he went to the toilet earlier that day.

Standing at the classroom door, he calmly looked at the basin above the door. It was probably either flour or water, but they had already disposed of the water, so it was probably flour.

Without hesitation, Xian Tong pushed open the door and entered. The contents of the container were poured directly onto his head, soaking his entire body.

Yes, it's flour. He wasn't wrong.

Xiaoyun listened to her classmates' uproarious laughter, but returned to her seat with an unchanged expression.

Hahaha, look at his outfit!

"I'm dying of laughter"

Xiao Yun looked down at the trash on his backpack, pursed her lips, cleaned it up, and then sat down nonchalantly.

With a shake, the flour that hadn't gotten wet on him fell helplessly onto the table.

He wiped his hands, which were sticky like mud made of flour and water.

The boy kept his head down and tidied up without making a single move.

Why not resist?

No need

Rebellion would have even worse consequences, a consequence the boy could not accept.

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