### Chapter Sixty-Three: She Cares About Me!
Lu Liangting always felt that Bai Yu was quite extraordinary; she was the kindest ghost he had ever encountered. But in his experience, such kind-hearted ghosts were usually the ones getting bullied.
This was normal, really. The kinder the ghost, the shallower their obsession. How could a ghost without any obsession become strong? They were just targets to be picked on. On the other hand, the more powerful the ghost, the deeper their grudge, bolstered by vast amounts of resentment—how could they possibly be weak?
So he couldn’t quite grasp why this exceptionally kind ghost had such formidable combat capabilities.
It was almost crazy strong.
He knew the guy blocking the door outside had easily wiped out a few of those smaller ghosts. With that level of power, he could easily be considered top-tier among ghosts.
And now that the girl in the white dress was present, it hadn’t even been long before she had almost knocked that ghost dead.
Just a couple more hits, and it would be curtains for that ghost!
But that wasn’t even the most astonishing part. The real kicker was how little time had passed.
From the moment the Red-clothed Evil Ghost stopped knocking until he opened the door, maybe three seconds had gone by?
To beat a powerful ghost like that in just three seconds was practically unheard of.
Yet even with such intense power, she didn’t go around harming anyone. Instead, she was helping people everywhere. Take him, for example; she had saved him at least five times, yanking him from the clutches of the Grim Reaper each time.
Then there was Shen Shuyun, clearly a good person, while the evil ghost lying on the ground was just sc*m.
When Shen Shuyun lacked the ability to take revenge, Bai Yu stepped in to help her out.
Suddenly, Lu Liangting understood why she always wore a poker face. Perhaps it was a self-defense mechanism.
Keeping up an intimidating appearance convinced others not to mess with her.
And given that she died at the tender age of fifteen, seemingly with such immense strength, it was hard to imagine what she had gone through in life.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache. Such a kind and gentle girl, yet she felt the need to hide herself away like this.
Was she perhaps wanting friends but too scared to reach out because of her personality?
Lu Liangting felt that with his experience dealing with similar folks, he could see through it all.
He decided to trust his instincts.
It couldn’t be forced; he’d have to let time gradually help her lower her guard.
Of course, the precondition was that he needed to keep finding chances to interact with her.
With that thought in mind, Lu Liangting spoke up again, “I-I genuinely have no ill intentions. I just wanted to be friends with you because I think you’re a really, really gentle person. But if you’re not up for it now, that’s okay.”
“Just please believe me, I’m not a bad guy.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Bai Yu didn’t say anything. However, Shen Shuyun, who had been leaning against the wall and laughing herself to the point of exhaustion, cast a gaze over at Lu Liangting filled with a mix of feelings.
One could only say that a young bull isn’t afraid of tigers—of course, the male protagonist would have this sort of personality.
If he only knew that the so-called gentle girl in front of him had a body count in the five digits, what would he think then?
Bai Yu had taken out over a thousand participants in the game, and the most she’d killed were actually NPCs.
But everyone knew those NPCs were living, breathing people, so it wasn’t surprising at all that Bai Yu was called a doctor.
Let’s not forget, her previous titles sounded way harsher than this one.
But she wasn’t the toughest in the lot; that title would probably belong to the female protagonist, Zhao Mingyue.
Zhao Mingyue didn’t even hint—not just in words, but outright made decisions for the doctor, and crucially, the doctor didn’t disagree.
Who knows, maybe Zhao Mingyue was just getting devoured by the little ghosts over at the Youth Palace.
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Meanwhile, at the Youth Palace…
Zhao Mingyue held her solid magic wand tightly in both hands, standing in the dance room of the Youth Palace.
The side quest [Red Dancing Shoes] took place right here.
Frowning as she surveyed the dance room, Zhao Mingyue was puzzled. This was a school converted from an orphanage, built with donations from kind-hearted folks, so why on earth was there a dance room?
The dance room was located on the third floor, covering approximately a hundred square meters.
“Where could those red dancing shoes possibly be?”
The weak beam of her flashlight swept across the room, revealing only stacked chairs covered in thick dust.
The wall at the back was a mirror, also caked in grime; combined with the light conditions, she could only catch a blurry glimpse of herself up close.
She needed to find those red dancing shoes and wear them.
However, after searching high and low, there wasn’t even a hint of a shoe anywhere.
Arriving in front of the mirror, Zhao Mingyue aimed her flashlight, and for some reason, she felt as if the person in the mirror wasn’t really her—her features looked ethereal, her figure didn’t quite match; she was practically a stranger.
Whoosh!
A shadow flitted across the mirror, and Zhao Mingyue whipped around, but there was nothing behind her.
“Just an illusion? No, something is definitely coming!”
Turning back, she found the “self” in the mirror had transformed into a schoolgirl ghost, her face rotting with maggots.
The ghost grinned menacingly and lunged out of the mirror at her.
Zhao Mingyue remained unfazed, swinging her solid magic wand at the ghost’s face with full force.
Whether this thing could actually harm a ghost, Zhao Mingyue had no clue; her response was purely instinctive.
Though, she regretted stepping into this place, realizing she had no effective means to hurt a ghost.
But as the magic wand came crashing down, the tip suddenly erupted with a flurry of bl**d threads.
Upon contact with the ghost, the bl**d threads exploded outward, and the ghost didn’t even have time to scream before turning into a cloud of black smoke.
Zhao Mingyue was momentarily stunned, blinking in disbelief as she looked at the wand in her hands.
What were these bl**d threads? She knew that all too well.
Remembering how decisively Bai Yu had moved earlier, she felt a sense of warmth spread through her.
“So, she really cares about me.”
“Hmph, with Sister Yu’s treasure on my side, I have nothing to fear now.”
Muttering to herself, she smashed the mirror in front of her.
The next second, she froze.
Behind the mirror lay a contorted corpse, and the red dancing shoes she was searching for were right on its feet.
“Burying a corpse behind the mirror? So the girls practicing dance here have to face a corpse every single day…”
Zhao Mingyue went quiet, beginning to realize that the headmaster of this school might not be as good-hearted as she assumed.
“Not a problem! As long as I don’t run into live humans, just the ghosts are fine!”
At the same moment, someone outside the Youth Palace looked up at the light shining from the third floor.
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I’m really sorry I broke my promise and came late.
Today, there are only four updates. It was supposed to be five, but unexpected events took place so suddenly.
My uncle’s getting married, which, by all rights, should have been no concern of mine, but according to tradition here, I had to go over to “压床” (setting up the wedding bed) and arrange the bridal chamber up until now.
But don’t worry; I’ll make up for it!
The day after tomorrow—four updates!
If I can’t do it, I’ll do a handstand and split!
