"..."
Suddenly.
Yan Jiu paused while cutting the cards.
Accompanied by the appearance of the red-clad ghost.
Yan Jiu smelled a bloody, rusty odor.
She looked up.
Through the red-clad spirit's outer garment, a dagger was seen deeply embedded in its heart at its chest.
The black, broken dagger was also engraved with a rose cross pattern, depicting a cluster of blood-red roses hanging on a cross.
This strange and rare pattern instantly reminded Yan Jiu of the sinister organization in the giant python's mouth.
If it weren't for the fact that it was stuck in the heart of the red-clad ghost, it would look incredibly beautiful from a distance.
Yan Jiu became excited.
The last time she was this excited.
It was when I used my fingertips to break open the giant python.
Yan Jiu's words were exquisite: "Rosic Cross?"
These four words seem to be some kind of taboo.
It stirred the nerves of the red-clad evil spirit.
This caused the red-clad spirit to roar in anger.
In an eerie silence.
The red-clad spirit's chest heaved continuously; if she were still breathing, her breathing would be rapid, as if she were having an asthma attack.
soon.
The atmosphere of the space was no longer distorted.
Yan Jiu stopped a riot simply because the culprit was shoved against the wall with a playing card.
System: [Ghost!?]
When the system is beeping incoherently.
The red-clad spirit suddenly began to cry.
The wails rang out again.
Yan Jiu lowered her eyelids: "Fat Tiger, are you planning to flood my floor with your tears?"
The red-clad spirit quickly held back her tears.
They automatically ignored the way Yan Jiu addressed her.
She felt that Yan Jiu was saying this on purpose because he was worried that she would hurt her eyes if she cried for too long, and he wasn't trying to threaten her or make her shut up.
Yan Jiu put the playing cards aside and began to get to know the previous owner of the attic—the red-clad fat tiger.
She started by introducing herself.
Yan Jiu looked up slightly: "Yan Jiu."
The red-clad spirit cautiously said, "My name is..."
Yan Jiu interrupted him ruthlessly: "I know your name is Fatty Tiger. Now for the next question: how did you die?"
The red-clad ghost and the system went berserk: Who asks how the deceased died right off the bat?!
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