The transparent tank overflowed with red liquid, and occasionally white limbs floated onto the walls of the tank, limply hitting the glass and then bounced away. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ghost girl, ghost girl." I cried twice while holding on to the transparent jar, but I didn't get a reply.

"Boss, don't come close." The man who came in after me saw me approaching the tank and hurriedly pulled me away.

Looking worriedly at the vat full of unknown liquid, I asked him, "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, but a ghost accidentally ran into here just now, and it was already like this when we arrived." The man said, staring warily at the tank.

"Are you saying that the soul was eaten by the ghost girl, and that's why it became like this?!" I looked at him in disbelief.

"I think so, because when we came in, the soul had two legs left, and now it is." The man said as he wanted to speak, and his face was ugly.

I waved my hand and said, "I mean, ghosts bleed?"

"Souls don't bleed, but if their souls are damaged, they still show the appearance of being injured, so those red liquids are not considered blood, but they can be explained as soul slime produced by their injuries." The man explained.

I looked at the jar of brightly colored fluid with a complicated look on my face, and walked towards the place.

"The boss can't go." The man grabbed my arm and said, I pushed his hand away, gave him a reassuring expression, and in his nervous eyes, walked in the direction of the ghost girl.

Step by step, I approached, with a little defensiveness in my concerned eyes, if the ghost girl also attacked humans now, I must be prepared.

Approaching the transparent tank, there are no more white limbs floating out of it, and it may have eaten it up. I thought about it, and before I knew it, I had already believed that the man was telling the truth, or that my trust in the ghost girl had been shaken long before he explained the reason.

"Ghost girl?" I let out a tentative scream, and after a second, a bubble emerged from the full vat of vermilion, floated and burst. I knew it was the ghost girl who heard my voice, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Ghost girl, the floating liquid is turbid, you come out, I'll change a vat for you." I said to it, staring motionlessly at the changes in the vat.

After a while, a small head appeared from the top of the tank, and when the head surfaced, I realized that it was the back of the head.

"Ghost girl?" I let out a tentative scream.

"I'll show you something." The ghost girl's hoarse voice came, but the voice that I hadn't seen for a long time made my heart sour.

"What are you going to show me?" I asked it gently.

I saw that the ghost girl slowly turned her head, her pale face was still without any blood, and her thin lips were slightly hooked, revealing a shallow shy smile. His face was well recovered, and there were almost no visible injuries. It's just that the eyes that were originally empty are stuffed with two strange eyes at this time, and there is liquid flowing out of the eye sockets, which makes people look a little panicked.

"Do you look good in my new eyes? I have eyes, too. The smile on her face became even more pronounced, like a child's expression of joy when he received a gift from someone else.

"Did you really kill that soul?!" I looked at the ghost girl in disbelief.

"Aren't you glad I have new eyes? Why aren't you happy? The ghost girl said, apparently ignoring my words, her hands emerging from the liquid and clinging to the edge of the tank, her tone full of questioning, and the inappropriate eyeballs in her eye sockets fell out of her orbit with her sudden movement, rolling to the ground and dissipating into a cloud of smoke.

Seeing its sudden mood fluctuations, I hurriedly reassured: "Don't get excited, ghost girl, you calm down first."

"You dislike me~" The ghost girl said, the expression on her face suddenly became very sad, and the empty eye sockets seemed to express her sad emotions at this time.

Seeing this, I thought that it was because of this injury that its emotions had not yet adjusted, and the uneasiness caused its violence, so I reached out and touched its head to express comfort.

The ghost girl raised her head slightly, and my hand fell on its face, and it carefully held my palm, like a little pet seeking comfort. I frowned slightly in distress and let it hold my hand.

Suddenly, the ghost girl's face changed, her mouth was sharp, and she was about to bite off my hand. I hurriedly withdrew my hand, and with my other hand and pointed at the ghost girl's forehead, I took a step back.

"Boss, are you alright?" Just now, the man saw that I was suddenly attacked by a ghost girl, so he hurriedly came over to ask.

"I'm fine." I said, looking at the ghost girl, who was trapped by my spell and couldn't move.

"Ghost girl, are you crazy?" I yelled at the ghost girl with an angry face, but the ghost girl didn't have any look on her face, staring at me with empty eyes.

"Didn't you hear me?" I said tentatively to it, looking at it warily.

"I'm not crazy." The ghost girl said.

"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked it, and my brow furrowed.

"Of course I know, I want to eat you, your soul must taste good, and it seems to make me appetite a lot." The ghost girl said, with a greedy look on her face, as if she was coveting my soul.

I stared at it and suddenly said, "You're not a ghost girl."

"Of course I'm a ghost girl, but I suddenly want to change my appetite now." It spoke, smirking wickedly at me.

"No, you're not a ghost girl." I'm sure of that.

"You've only been with me for a few days, do you know me well? So sure I'm not a ghost girl. It said, waiting for my answer.

"Although I've only been with the ghost girl for a few days, I'm sure you're not a ghost girl, because it's impossible for it to show your expression, and it can't talk about souls at all, and it won't use absorbing other souls to increase cultivation, let alone want to eat souls." I said to it.

"It's so thorough, I don't know if the ghost girl told you this." It says.

"There are so many things you don't know, as long as the ghost girl doesn't want to, no one can lasso it to keep its memory, so who are you?" I said, my face grim, my eyes staring in its direction like a blade, not letting go of any small moves.

"Heh, hehe." It suddenly laughed and stretched out in the jar.

After stretching its limbs, it said with a provocative smug look: "I am a ghost girl, but I am not a ghost girl, at least I live in the ghost girl's soul now, so if you hurt me now, the ghost girl will be hurt." (To be continued.) )