"Don't end up losing more than you gain by trying to steal a chicken," Little Ghost King said with disdain.

"Human desires are terrifying. They can blind you, make you forget your own limitations, and make you addicted, forgetting your original intentions."

All those who raise ghost children are automatically walking step by step into an abyss with no way back.

"If you're not capable, you'd better not get involved in this mess. You should place my true form in a place where it's not easily noticed, and I'll take care of the rest. Of course, as a reward for saving me from the formation, I'll tell you where they've hidden a batch of gold and silver treasures."

Ke Meiyu couldn't help but chuckle: "Why do I feel like you're more nervous than I am? You're saying all this because you're afraid I won't take care of you, or because you're worried I'll get involved and be trafficked?"

"If I back out now and find you a hiding place, do you dare to face the person who killed you?"

The Little Ghost King appears to be formed from the tangled resentment and hatred of other evil spirits, unlike ordinary ghosts. However, it also has a fatal weakness: it fears the person who killed it, just like someone who has been bitten by a snake once and is afraid of ropes for ten years.

Many ghosts also relive the moment of death repeatedly, suffering agonizingly and unable to escape.

The reason why very few ghosts actually succeed in taking revenge is precisely because of this.

Moreover, it is composed of more than two hundred souls, and that sense of fear means it will not amount to much.

Knowing his thoughts had been exposed, the little ghost king stiffened, but stubbornly retorted, "You're just a little girl, what could you possibly know?"

Emerging from the house, the Little Demon King, though not yet refined to the point of ultimate invincibility, was far beyond the reach of any ordinary ghost or monster. Now covered in black feathers, it was unafraid of sunlight. Gazing at the reddish glow of the afternoon sun, it couldn't help but flutter its wings and circle around this sinful mansion, croaking with a mournful and resentful tone.

That almost metallic, icy voice sent a chill down one's spine, especially for those with sinful hearts.