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This high-level ghost spirit had an obscure face, appearing to have no gender nor special characteristics. There wasn’t a single bit of Ye Si or Cheng Lin’s aura emanating from it.

After splitting out this high-level ghost spirit, Ye Si stretched out her hand.

This high-level ghost spirit replaced her, inherited her and Song Shuhang’s “ghost spirit contract”, and entered his body.

Ye Si squatted beside Song Shuhang, reaching out to stroke his hair lightly before saying, “Goodbye, Shuhang.” Suddenly, Song Shuhang’s eyes opened abruptly.

His eyes were staring at Ye Si intently.

Ye Si was taken aback. “How did you wake

up?”

“Hey, don’t underestimate my firm heart. No matter how intense the pain is, I can bear it by gritting my teeth until it passes. Although the pain is at the level where it could cause me to faint, as long as I get used to this level of pain, my pain-bearing heart can rise by another level,” Song Shuhang said triumphantly—if his body hadn’t been convulsing rather violently while he was saying this, he would have appeared quite domineering. “I’ll be gone for some time.” Seeing Song Shuhang wake up, Ye Si softly said, “When I leave, the parts of your memory that are related to me will become blurred, just like when you entered the ‘small black room’. If… If you suddenly forget about me, don’t panic.” Song Shuhang’s face was pale, and his body continued to convulse. “How long will you be away?”

Ye Si said, “It shouldn’t take too long.”

Song Shuhang: “Will Fairy Cheng Lin be with

you?”

Ye Si said, “To some extent, she has completely disappeared.” “…” Song Shuhang The mother of a man surnamed Zhang once said that the more beautiful a woman was, the more deceptive she was. Song Shuhang believed that Cheng Lin very much fitted this saying, so he didn’t believe a word about her disappearance.

Ye Si’s little hand continued to gently stroke Song Shuhang’s head. “When we meet again in the future…”

When she said this, her hand stopped.

“?” Song Shuhang. “I will be in color!” Ye Si announced triumphantly. “???” Song Shuhang. What do you mean?

I know what each of those words mean separately, but when you put them together like that, I’m quite unable to understand what you’re trying to say. “Colorful, beautiful colors!” Ye Si said again, and her little hand went back to rubbing Song Shuhang’s head again. At this time, Song Shuhang had a crew cut.

Ye Si finally said, “This is much more comfortable to touch than when your head was bald.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

Ye Si said, “By the way, there’s one more thing.”

Song Shuhang responded, “Hmm?”

Ye Si said, “When we meet again, don’t be surprised if I become you.” Song Shuhang responded, “Huh?”

“Don’t be surprised. I am a ghost spirit, after all.” After Ye Si said that, she stood up. “It’s time.”

She got up and stepped away.

A passage split open inside the Inner World, and Ye Si entered it.

It wasn’t the spatial abilities that Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders had, nor was it spatial talents like the ones Senior White possessed. Instead, this was the Inner World working together with Ye Si, opening a passage for her to leave.

At the moment when Ye Si’s figure disappeared, a small hand suddenly stretched out from Song Shuhang’s chest, grabbing towards the void… However, this small hand wasn’t able to grab onto anything. It was the virtuous lamia’s hand.

Song Shuhang softly asked, “Did Fairy Cheng Lin also leave with Ye Si?”

It was only when she was in the presence of Empress Cheng Lin that Fairy @#%x would forget herself.

The small hand that stretched out from Song Shuhang’s chest clenched into a fist, and became motionless.

Pavilion Master Chu blew bubbles in the living spring. “You’ve got quite the number of fairies in your body.”

Some time ago, Song Shuhang had Ye Si in his body, and Ye Si was accompanied by Cheng Lin.

Then, there was the virtuous lamia, and also Fairy Creation.

There was also Lady Onion, who was stuck on the enlightenment stone.

Song Shuhang patted the virtuous lamia’s hand lightly. “Fairy Waiting for a Promise, can you retract your hand first? Look at it, your fist looks like it’s stuck in my chest, and it’s very strange.”

After a while, the virtuous lamia’s fist retracted from Song Shuhang’s chest… Then, it stretched out from the top of Song Shuhang’s head, still clenched.

“…” Song Shuhang.

If it weren’t for the pain I’m feeling right now, I would definitely be pulling you out of my body and having a serious talk with you.