Xia Kong didn't sleep well the whole night. She thought it was because she was thinking too much before going to bed, but when she opened her eyes, she realized that wasn't the case.

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The ghost boy stood beside the bed. Although his body was still transparent, the blankness in his eyes had disappeared. Instead, they were filled with curiosity.

This was nothing. He even opened his mouth and said smoothly, "Good morning, Big Sister."

"Good … Good morning." The supernatural phenomenon happened early in the morning, so it was still a little scary.

Therefore, Xia Kong's speech became a little stuttering, and then she completely woke up from her confused state.

Why didn't Night Fight stop him?

She lifted the blanket and got up to look for slippers. When she looked down, she saw a certain man who was sleeping soundly holding the little boy's foot. He pouted his lips and wanted to kiss the little boy's ankle.

The little boy, who sensed all of this, bent down and fiercely pinched the man's pouty lips.

The flesh on the lips was very sensitive.

Night Fight opened his eyes in pain and sat up with tears in his eyes. "Hey, little brat, what are you doing?"

"Uncle, you're so disgusting. I don't want to be kissed by you." The little boy tilted his head, his big eyes looking pure and innocent.

"Who are you calling disgusting? A little brat who needs a beating."

Night Fight rubbed his mouth and stood up. Suddenly, he shouted in shock, "You can speak so fluently. You've regained consciousness?"

Then, he looked at Xia Kong in silence.

Xia Kong, who didn't understand the situation, blinked and looked at him. "Don't look at me. I want to ask you why you all came to my room."

"In the middle of the night, he insisted on coming here. I was too sleepy and couldn't stop him."

Night Fight touched the back of his head. His face was slightly red and he smiled in embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry.

But then again, he actually regained consciousness … It's so strange. "

The little boy, who should have forgotten everything and couldn't even speak clearly, learned what a kiss was overnight. He even reacted accordingly to the things that happened around him.

It was a very strange thing in every way.

However, Night Fight, who was a god, didn't know why, and Xia Kong, who was a human, was even more confused.

"Hey, brat, do you still remember your name?"

Finally giving up on getting an answer from Xia Kong, Night Fight lowered his head to ask the little boy who didn't even reach his knee.

The little boy made a face at him and said generously and naturally, "I don't remember, wretched uncle."

Night Fight did not give up and asked a few more questions. He even asked if the boy remembered how he regained consciousness, but the boy was still in a state of ignorance.

It wasn't that he didn't know anything. This child, who was only around seven years old, knew that he was dead.

"Butterflies will die, dogs will die, unicorn beetles will die … Everyone will die, including me."

He stretched out his fingers and counted. Then, he smiled innocently at Xia Kong. "But I met Big Sister. Big Sister, your body is so warm. I like to follow you.

But those guys in your shadow are so annoying.

They lied to me all night to meet you and want to eat me. "

In the end, he no longer smiled. Instead, he pouted and stared at Xia Kong's shadow.

Following his line of sight, Xia Kong also saw her shadow, but there was still nothing there.

The reality made her feel frustrated. She couldn't help but sigh and said worriedly, "Night Fight -san, I'm okay, but what about others?

It's not good if they harm others. "

Night Fight didn't answer quickly. After thinking for a while, he replied, "No, they can only harm the souls that have touched you."

Xia Kong breathed a sigh of relief.

… It was fine as long as they didn't hurt the living people around them. As for the undead, in Shengcho, she only saw this little boy.

But, what should she do with this little boy?

Previously, he didn't recover his consciousness. Now, he had self-awareness and could accurately express his thoughts.

Even if he didn't think much of it now, but if he stayed in the world of the living for years, there would be a day when he would develop desires. He would have thoughts of becoming an adult, and just like what Ye Dou said, he would be devoured by demons.

If he died at such a young age, wouldn't it be even more pitiful if he encountered something else after death?

"After solving the commission today, will Night Fight -san send him to the afterlife?" Xia Kong thought that Night Fight would have such an ability. When she asked, she was full of expectations.

"That's not my job."

Not knowing what he thought, Night Fight frowned. "After the obsession in his heart disappears, the Grim Reaper will take him away."

"Oh, the Grim Reaper?"

This word aroused Xia Kong's curiosity. She gestured, "Is it the person who holds a sickle and wears black clothes, leading the souls of humans to the road of reincarnation?"

Ye Dou shook his head and stopped Xia Kong before she could ask more questions, "Use your eyes to confirm it. The Grim Reaper is the same as me. His body is in between the cracks. You should be able to see it."

"That's true." Nodding Night Fight's words, Xia Kong helplessly watched the little boy drilling in her closet.

The little boy, who was not very interested in these things, kept floating around the room while they were talking. He found it very novel to be able to pass through all kinds of things. He had a lot of fun alone, and his smile was pure and cute.

Since he could play so well by himself, Xia Kong didn't pay attention to him. After she washed up, she found a disposable toothbrush and cup for Night Fight. Then, she took out two servings of bread and milk from the refrigerator and quickly finished them. She urged Night Fight to quickly call the client.

The two parties agreed to meet at the amusement park.

Walking on the lively street with Night Fight and the little boy, Xia Kong directly understood what he meant by being blocked by humans.

There were so many people on the street, but no one else could see Night Fight and the little boy except her.

The little boy was a ghost, and he could pass through human bodies.

But Night Fight had a physical body, and he was also directly ignored.

Gaps and blind spots, their existence was ignored. This was the meaning of these two words.

Xia Kong looked at the little boy who floated to various places curiously and would fly to her when he was far away. She couldn't help but ask, "How will the client see him later?"

Having completely understood Xia Kong's character of asking a lot of questions whenever she had the opportunity, Night Fight couldn't help but reach out and flick her forehead, "Be quiet and you'll know the answer. Questions are empty."

"Oh." Xia Kong covered her forehead and frowned in dissatisfaction, "Just talk, don't hit me."

However, she still obediently shut her mouth.

Not because of Night Fight's words, but because of the passers-by's gaze.

When they arrived at the amusement park, the client was already waiting there.

The client was a black-haired boy about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a white sweatshirt and black trousers.

When he saw Night Fight, he immediately showed a hearty smile and waved, "Good morning, Mr. God.

How's it going? Is the ghost catching game going well? "

… What the hell is a ghost catching game?

Xia Kong looked at Night Fight. Unexpectedly, Night Fight consciously explained, "This guy is a natural airhead. He thinks I'm playing a role-playing game."

"… Okay."

Hearing the answer, Xia Kong felt a little speechless. She turned her head and called back the little boy who was about to go into the amusement park.

After she told the little boy not to run around at this time and to play with the black-haired big brother, she turned around and saw Night Fight pass the boy a book.

The boy frowned and looked at it for a long time. He scratched his head and said with a smile, "As expected, you still don't remember. He's the ghost that Mr. God caught in the amusement park?"

Xia Kong leaned over to take a look. It was a picture of the little boy. It was so vivid that it looked exactly like a real person.

So, this was the way to let the client see the little boy. Night Fight's drawing skills were really good.

"It's okay if you don't remember. Go to the haunted house in the amusement park with him and you'll be able to get rid of the dream that haunts you." Night Fight took back the book and said in a professional manner.

"Hahaha, that means this child is here now?"

The youth looked in one direction, minding his own business. A smile once again appeared on his face. "Hello, my name is Yamamoto Takeshi. After I'm done playing with you, don't come running into my dreams again. That's it."

"Erm, he's on my left," Xia Kong reminded him.

Hearing her say that, Takeshi Yamamoto first looked in the direction of the little boy and then said with a smile, "Are you a new player in this ghost hunting game?

I'm Takeshi Yamamoto, the client of this ghost hunting game. Hello. "

"I'm Xia Kong, hello."

"What character are you playing?

A psychic girl? "

"No …"

"Then what character are you playing?

This game is quite fun, haha. "

"… I'm not playing anything. Plus, this isn't a game. Ghosts really exist."

"Haha, you said that so seriously. Xia Kong is really into this game."

"…" What is going on in this person's head?

The communication with Takeshi Yamamoto ended in silence. Xia Kong puffed up her cheeks in frustration.

"Hahaha, I told you." Night Fight laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes. His face was saying, "Serves you right."

Xia Kong glared at him and then walked into the theme park with the little boy.

As a poor person, Xia Kong originally planned to reluctantly use the money to enter the haunted house as the viewing fee for Death's appearance. But to her surprise, Takeshi Yamamoto actually took out three free tickets to the theme park from his pocket.

"I haven't been to the theme park's haunted house for a long time. I really miss it.

I remember that the haunted house used to be updated frequently. To train my courage, my friends and I often came here together to play. "When they walked into the haunted house, Takeshi Yamamoto said happily.

Hearing him say that, it was easy to guess what had happened. Xia Kong and Night Fight looked at each other and then asked, "Then, have you ever forgotten to go to the haunted house?"

Takeshi Yamamoto thought about it carefully and said with certainty, "No."

In the end, he still didn't remember. Xia Kong suddenly felt that the person who made the promise with him was really unlucky.

The boy did not have any reaction. He obediently stood beside Yamamoto Takeshi and curiously looked around the tunnel. From time to time, he would extend his hand to touch the walls that glowed with fluorescent light and the terrifying props.

Takeshi Yamamoto wasn't afraid of those things. He even used his hands to study one or two props that he said he had never seen before.

No one was afraid. Xia Kong suddenly felt that this haunted house trip was quite boring. Watching others jump in fright was where the fun came from.

After walking out of the haunted house, she immediately stared at the little boy and tried to find Death around him.

But the result was too disappointing.