Bai Yu had never heard of a “Redemption Executor.”
She wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Having this identity at least confirmed that many other game participants were in the same situation as Number 652. They, too, would have a mission location based on a past memory, a place where they could find closure for their old regrets.
But the problem was, if she was an executor, would she even have a memory location?
The only hope was probably the final special reward.
“The Evil God’s Twin Pupils” — she hadn’t been able to figure out what that name meant at first. But after reading the brief description below, she had a general idea of what it was.
Still, she had no idea what use a deity’s eyes could have.
Either way, it was still a hope, wasn’t it?
As for how to complete the Redemption Task to get it, that was simple enough. If she met another case like Number 652, someone easy to talk to, she’d handle it peacefully. But if they dared waste her time, she’d hack off their limbs and drag their torso along to finish the redemption.
Speaking of which, she couldn’t fathom why this Scumbag Game would create such things. What benefit was there in having these scumbags find their memories or complete a redemption? If this mission world was born for that purpose, then why turn these lunatics into women to pursue Lu Liangting?
Pour a huge effort into redemption, only to die because they couldn’t win over Lu Liangting to finish the mission.
Well, that was the Scumbag Game for you. It never played by the rules.
Bai Yu was deep in thought. Zhao Mingyue hadn’t noticed her strange mood yet. She tapped her finger on the spinning wheel, watching it whirl rapidly. She didn’t know what was on it, but since it was free, whatever she got was a win.
The wheel slowly came to a stop. A light flickered on the phone screen.
[Congratulations! You have received a Fierce Ghost Item: Soul Lighter.]
[After using this item, you will summon the Male Fierce Ghost: Yang Lin.]
[What’s so scary about death? Let me have another smoke.]
Seeing these two lines, Zhao Mingyue frowned. The introduction felt far too short. When she’d gotten the Rabbit Doll, the description had been a huge block of text, and it had specifically warned her that this Fierce Ghost was extremely dangerous and to use the item with caution.
Why did this ghost only get three simple lines?
It must be a matter of strength. This ghost wasn’t as powerful as Bai Yu, so its introduction was shorter.
“Bai Yu, Bai Yu… Hey, Little Sister Yu, are you still there?” Zhao Mingyue waved a small hand in front of Bai Yu’s eyes and called out softly.
Bai Yu snapped back to reality. The text on the black phone had vanished, replaced by a prize-drawing page.
“What is it?”
“I just drew a Fierce Ghost item! Do you want to see?”
Zhao Mingyue felt her pocket. She’d just sensed a heaviness there, and now her fingers closed around a flip-top lighter.
The lighter was solid black, with what seemed to be a smudge of grime on it. It looked completely unremarkable.
Bai Yu took it and examined it carefully. She flipped the lid open and spun the wheel with her thumb.
Click. A very faint sound. The lighter ignited with a dim, dark-blue flame.
The flame gave off absolutely no sensation of heat. The only thing remaining was an icy cold.
In Zhao Mingyue’s line of sight, the moment the lighter’s flame sparked to life, a scruffy man in a filthy suit appeared behind Bai Yu. His hair was disheveled, his body reeked strongly of smoke and alcohol, and his skin was deathly pale. A half-meter-long steel rebar could be seen piercing through his neck.
The man’s bloodshot eyes swiveled. The way he looked at Zhao Mingyue was filled with a complex mix of desire and heat, especially when he glanced at Bai Yu.
Snap. Just as the man raised a hand, ready to grab Bai Yu’s neck, the lighter’s flame went out. The man vanished on the spot.
“He only appears while the flame is burning. The ghost disappears when you close the lid.”
Bai Yu stated her conclusion. Then, under Zhao Mingyue’s puzzled gaze, she sparked the lighter’s flame once more.
Sure enough, the man reappeared. But this time, Bai Yu wasn’t standing foolishly with her back to him.
The moment Bai Yu turned around, the man seemed to see something utterly terrifying. His eyeballs trembled, and his outstretched hands shook violently.
“You’re not human!”
Squelch!
Before the man could move, blood threads suddenly converged from the floorboards into a sharp spike and stabbed violently right at the man’s crotch.
It pierced in from below and burst out through the top of his skull. The man could only widen his eyes, his expression contorted in sheer terror.
He never imagined that this frail-looking girl in front of him was a Fierce Ghost far more terrifying than himself.
Bai Yu turned back around, holding the burning lighter in her hand. The black lighter spun nimbly through her fingers like a twirling pen.
“Trash. Not worth keeping.” Her eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if she were commenting on a mundane daily matter.
As the last syllable left her lips, the spike embedded in the man’s body grew rows of thorns horizontally, tearing through him. In an instant, the man’s body was riddled with spikes until he looked like a porcupine.
He couldn’t leave a single word behind, not even a wail, before he was devoured completely.
Zhao Mingyue was utterly dumbfounded.
She hadn’t even exchanged a single word with the new ghost she’d summoned, and Bai Yu had already eaten it…
A sudden realization struck her.
Perhaps she would never have a second ghost to use again.
Any ghost she summoned would be absolute trash in Bai Yu’s eyes. Meeting her standards was far too difficult, and the fate of these ghosts was naturally to be eaten.
“Keep the lighter. It can house other ghostly monsters. The flame can deal significant damage to specters.” The lighter stopped spinning between Bai Yu’s fingers. The lid snapped shut, and the flame died.
“Ah… this… Okay. Having a lighter is still pretty nice.”
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Lu Liangting put his cellphone away. He was just now leaving Shen Shuyun’s house.
In order to learn about Bai Yu’s past, he’d had no choice but to risk a visit to Shen Shuyun’s home. He’d even taken precautions, though not the kind one might think. His precautions were against Shen Shuyun’s little tricks—like not drinking her water, not eating her food, absolutely never entering the bedroom, making sure she didn’t lock the door when he came in, wrapping up the conversation as quickly as possible, and trying his best to agree to her small requests.
The facts proved that these preparations were effective.
It was just that Shen Shuyun had absolutely no sense of boundaries. She’d tried to drug his drink right in front of his face! And with an expression that clearly said, “If you don’t drink it, I’ll eat you.”
Still, he hadn’t come away completely empty-handed. He finally knew the name of that ghost.
“So her name is Bai Yu… It’s a beautiful name.”
“Too bad I couldn’t find out anything else.”
Just getting a name had already cost Lu Liangting dearly. He’d agreed to go on a “date” with Shen Shuyun tomorrow—which meant going shopping.
“Shopping alone shouldn’t be too bad. I can be careful, and it won’t be a problem.”
“There will be so many people on the street, she probably won’t try anything.”
He let out a long sigh. Lu Liangting felt an immense pressure.
He said that, but he was truly terrified that Shen Shuyun would pull some bizarre stunt while they were shopping tomorrow.
Like, say, forcibly kissing him in public…
“If only Mingyue could come. With an extra person there, Shen Shuyun wouldn’t be so bold.”
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