Every word that the fat ghost in the flower shirt said was like a sharp thorn, piercing bloody holes in my lead-like body without thinking.

Gradually, a voice in my heart began to follow his words, frantically tearing at my will, questioning my own existence.

yes, why am I struggling? I just need to sleep forever in this darkness, won't I?

I hate my weakness, I hate my incompetence, I hate that there is so much injustice in this world, and since I am dead, why should I go through such pain and despair again?

I'm tired and sleepy, I can sleep now, why don't I close my eyes?

"Give up, what are you holding onto?"

As time passed, the voice of the fat ghost slowly became more and more hollow, resounding in every corner of this pitch darkness.

yes, what am I holding onto?

As this thought became more and more firm, the greasy fat face of the fat man in front of me began to become blurred, and I could even clearly feel that my consciousness had become dull and cloudy, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands wrapped around my legs in the darkness, and they were trying to drag me into the deepest part of the darkness.

And at this moment, behind the vague figure in front of me, I don't know when another shadow suddenly appeared, a shadow that was completely different from the fat figure, which made me feel very familiar.

The vague but familiar figure opened its mouth towards me, and the next second, I heard my own voice from his mouth.

"You, is that all you have to do?"

The voice pulled what little of my sanity had left out of the lost chaos, and the shock made my eyes widen when they were almost completely closed.

When the line of sight became clear again, I saw myself on the other side of me.

The 'me' who suddenly appeared behind the illusion of the fat ghost in the flower shirt had a mysterious and somewhat mocking smile on his face, an expression I had never seen before.

But before I could understand what was going on, the illusion suddenly vanished.

And after the illusion of 'me' disappeared, the heavy darkness that had been enveloping me soon faded, and the green pool in the Dementor Hall reappeared in front of my eyes.

Of course, the same thing that appeared in front of my eyes was the fat face of the fat ghost in the flower shirt that was distorted to a little convulsion because of excessive surprise.

"You actually used the power of the black soul to break the barrier.......?!!" The fat ghost in the flower shirt not only twitched, but also said to himself vigorously: "Impossible, you are clearly just a living soul...... This soul is 108,000 miles away from the black soul......" paused, and hesitated confusedly: "Could it be that I read the wrong ...... just now?" ”

Although I don't know what happened just now, I finally got rid of the interference of the fat ghost in the flower shirt, and I definitely won't continue to waste time listening to this fat ghost here to doubt myself.

"It makes me feel disgusting that you're peeking at other people's memories without your permission."

I had actually been in front of this fat man in a shirt just now, but he was faster than me, and before my fist landed in his face, he had caught me in his strange abilities.

Although I still don't know what the interference mechanism of this fat ghost in the flower shirt affects the consciousness of the soul, I know very well that I will not give him another chance like this.

So while the fat guy in the flower shirt was still confused and mired in self-doubt, my fist had landed firmly on his fat face.

What I didn't expect was that the fat ghost in the flower shirt was an embroidered pillow, which was really unbeaten, and after only a few hits, he had already fallen heavily to the ground, and he was about to faint.

I was going to make persistent efforts to fulfill him, but before the raised fist fell, it was cut off by a thought that flashed through my mind.

"Oh, by the way, you haven't told me yet, how the hell did I die?"

I'm very worried about the fact that I was living a good life, but I don't know why I died all of a sudden, and then found out that I had become a ghost, to be honest.

This fat ghost in a flower-shirted shirt has a strange ability, since he can peek into the most fragile memories of the soul and let him fall into it, and know that the flower-faced girl died for a man, then he should also know how I died.

But this fat ghost in a flower shirt was stunned by me, and looked at me with a confused look.

In order to lift his spirits a little, I was very serious, looking at his small eyes in the sockets that were red and swollen from being beaten by me, and learned from his condescending words that threatened me just now: "If you tell me the cause of my death, I can promise that at least I won't throw you into that disgusting pool that can melt your bones for a while, and it can be regarded as leaving you a whole corpse, how about it?" Isn't that fair? ”

I was looking at the fat ghost in the flower shirt seriously, but the eyes of the fat ghost in the flower shirt were staring at the pool of green water on the side, as if I was very afraid that I would really throw him down in a fit of anger, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva tremblingly.

"We have something to say—something to say." The fat ghost in the flower shirt bent his small eyes, but because he was beaten hard by me, he said a little weakly: "But, I-I can't see the cause of your death at all." ”

I saw that he didn't seem to be lying, and I was quite frustrated, and I just wanted to ask something else, but I saw that the fat ghost in the flower shirt twisted his neck and tilted his head, and his whole body went limp.

And as soon as the fat ghost of the flower shirt fell, I immediately heard the screams of the flower-faced girl who had just been controlled by the flower shirt.

I turned my head to look at the flower-faced girl, and saw her slumped on the ground shivering with a pale face, and I thought that I had just regained consciousness and found myself standing on the edge of the green pool, and I was almost about to step in.

I was afraid that the fat ghost in the flower shirt would wake up in a while and play tricks again, so I hurriedly took back the soul rope that was just stuffed for the flower-faced girl, and tied the fat ghost in the flower shirt, so that I was really relieved, and released a few souls in the iron cage that were hanging on the edge of the green pool in turn.

After those desperate souls were released from the cage, they were still dumbfounded and couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south, and discussed what to do next in a panic.

Except, of course, the man in black leather who still looks like nothing has happened.

After I rescued the black-clothed male ghost from the iron cage, I swept the dementor hall that had been demolished because of the fight and chaos just now, and I was wondering why except for the dozens of whip ghosts lying on the ground, the rest of the whip ghosts didn't know where to flee, but I only felt a chill on my back, and I don't know who pushed me into the green pool that was less than half sunk.