The scene in front of him gradually became clear as his consciousness entered his sea of knowledge. That kind of chill spread from the soles of his feet to his heart, like falling into an ice cellar.

The walls around him began to ooze blood, and in an instant, a patchwork of blood formed into a line of words: "Help me regain my memories."

Regain her memories?

No wonder, a red-clothed vengeful ghost chose to spare Chu Lingyun. It turns out she lost her memory.

I sighed softly.

"Master, why are you sighing?"

His consciousness started speaking, and the sound echoed in my mind, startling me.

"What are you doing? Don't turn a good person into a ghost!"

"Master, it's clearly you who occupied my mind," he complained.

Well, fine.

I was in the wrong here, so I consciously skipped the previous topic. "I sighed because she has become a vengeful ghost, which means she must have died a terrible death in her past life, with deep grievances. Did you see her sewn-up eyes and mouth? It's truly a tragedy."

"Wearing a red dress before death, she was destined to become a malevolent spirit. Judging by the situation, whoever killed her won't escape retribution," he said.

Mouth and eyes sewn shut, memories sealed. What wicked deed did the person who harmed her do to be so afraid of facing consequences?

According to reason, I shouldn't get involved in this.

Seemingly sensing my thoughts, the blood words on the wall changed again— "Otherwise, death!" followed by a huge bloody handprint.

"Master, you must save me."

It's not that I don't want to save him, but...

"Master, you are beautiful and kind-hearted!"

...Silence.

"I'll pay more! Double the amount!"

...I continued to stay silent.

"Triple the amount!"

"Deal!"

Sigh, it's not that I insist on saving him; it's just that he offered too much.