### Chapter Seventy-Three: Zhao Mingyue’s New Ghost??
What in the world is a Redemption Executor? Bai Yu had never even heard of it.
She wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Having this title at least confirmed that many players were in the same boat as Number 652, all stuck in a task location tied to their past memories. Here, they could retrieve their long-lost regrets.
But the problem was, if she was the executor, would she even have a place for memories anymore?
The only hope left was probably the final special reward.
The Evil God’s dual eyes—at first, she was uncertain about what exactly that entailed, but after reading the description, she had a rough idea.
However, she didn’t know what use a god’s eyes would be.
In any case, it was still a glimmer of hope, right?
As for how to complete the redemption task and claim that reward, that part was simple: if she ever encountered someone who was easy to talk to, she could deal with them just like Number 652. But if they dared to waste her time, well, a quick chop of their limbs and then drag their body to complete the redemption would do the trick.
And while she was at it, she just couldn’t fathom why the sc*m Game included these things. What’s the benefit of letting these scoundrels reminisce or achieve redemption? If this task world was created for that reason, then why turn these rascals into women to go after Lu Liangting?
In the end, she’d work her tail off for redemption and then d*e because she couldn’t charm Lu Liangting enough to complete the task.
Of course, the sc*m Game had always played by its own rules.
While Bai Yu was lost in her thoughts, Zhao Mingyue was completely oblivious to her friend’s peculiar behavior. Her little hand tapped on the spinning wheel, watching it whiz around. Whatever was on that wheel, who cares? It was all free stuff, spinning to a random prize was still a win!
The wheel slowed to a stop, and the screen of her phone flickered with light.
[Congratulations! You have obtained an Evil Ghost Item: Soul Lighter]
[Using this item will summon a Male Evil Ghost: Yang Lin.]
[What’s there to fear about d*ath? Let me take another draw.]
Zhao Mingyue frowned, feeling that this description was way too simple. When she’d received the Rabbit Plush Toy earlier, the description was a whole paragraph long, and it even warned that this ghost was incredibly dangerous, advising caution with the item.
But this ghost had just three simple lines?
It must be a power thing then—this ghost wasn’t as strong as Bai Yu’s, so the description was shorter.
“Bai Yu, Bai Yu! Hey, Yuu-chan, are you still there?” She waved her hand in front of Bai Yu’s face and called out softly.
Bai Yu snapped back to reality, the text on her black phone had vanished, replaced by the lottery page.
“What’s up?”
“I just unlocked an Evil Ghost item! Wanna have a look?”
Zhao Mingyue patted her pocket, feeling something heavy inside. She dug around and pulled out a flip-top lighter.
The lighter was entirely black, with a suspicious stain on it, looking completely ordinary.
Bai Yu took it and examined it closely, flipping open the lid and sliding her thumb over the wheel.
Click! There was a quiet sound, and dark blue flames erupted from the lighter.
The flames had a chill to them, feeling like winter’s breath rather than heat.
In Zhao Mingyue’s view, the moment the flame ignited, a scruffy-looking man in a dirty suit appeared behind Bai Yu. His hair was a mess, and he smelled of stale smoke and liquor. His skin was as pale as a ghost, and a steel rod about half a meter long was sticking through his neck.
His bloodshot eyes darted around, transfixed by Zhao Mingyue with a mix of complex desires and fervor, especially when he noticed Bai Yu.
Just as the man lifted his hand to grab Bai Yu by the neck, the flame extinguished, and he vanished into thin air.
“Only when the flame is burning can he appear. Close the lid, and the ghost disappears,” Bai Yu concluded, and with a puzzled look from Zhao Mingyue, she flicked the lighter’s flame back on.
Sure enough, the man reappeared, but this time, Bai Yu wasn’t foolishly facing away from him.
At the moment she turned around, the man looked as if he had seen a terrifying monster, his eyes trembled, and his hands shook uncontrollably.
“You’re not human!”
Thud!
Before the man could move, a bl**d thread suddenly shot up from the floor, forming a sharp spike that jabbed directly at his groin.
It pierced through him from below and punctured out of his skull. The man’s eyes widened in horror, his expression frozen in an agonized, terrifying stare.
He never expected this seemingly fragile girl was, in fact, a far scarier Evil Ghost.
Bai Yu turned around, the burning lighter in her hand twirled like a pen between her fingers.
“Useless. Nothing worth keeping here.” Her eyes held no emotion, as if she was talking about the weather.
As the last word left her lips, the spike inside the man sprouted countless more spikes, instantly transforming his body into a grotesque hedgehog.
Not a single word was left, no cries for help—he was devoured utterly.
Zhao Mingyue was left dumbfounded.
She hadn’t even had a chance to chat with the newly drawn ghost before Bai Yu gobbled him up…
Then it hit her.
Maybe she wouldn’t ever have another ghost to use.
In Bai Yu’s eyes, any ghost she drew would be seen as useless, and fulfilling her requests would be far too difficult. The fate of these ghosts was inevitably grim—getting devoured.
“Keep the lighter. You can host other spirits with it, and this flame can deal decent damage to them.” Bai Yu paused, closing the lid and snuffing the flame out.
“Ah, this… um, sure! Having a lighter isn’t too shabby.”
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Lu Liangting pocketed his phone just then, having just exited Shen Shuyun’s house.
To uncover Bai Yu’s past, he had to venture into the lion’s den. He had even prepared for battle—not the kind of battle you think (not that kind of protection), but precaution against Shen Shuyun’s little tricks. Like not drinking her water, not eating her food, definitely not entering her bedroom, and making sure she didn’t lock the door behind him. The sooner they finished their chat, the better, and he was ready to agree to her small requests just to speed things up.
As it turned out, all that prep was useful.
It was obvious Shen Shuyun had zero shame—she drugged his drink right in front of him!
With a look that screamed, “If you don’t drink this, I’ll eat you alive!”
But at least he did manage to gather some information—he finally found out the ghost’s name.
“So she’s called Bai Yu? What a lovely name.”
“Too bad I didn’t get anything else.”
Just getting a name cost him a hefty price; he promised Shen Shuyun that he’d ‘take her out on a date’—a shopping trip.
“Well, just shopping should be fine; as long as I’m cautious, it won’t be a problem.”
“With so many people on the street, she shouldn’t do anything too reckless.”
Sighing deeply, Lu Liangting felt the pressure weigh heavily on him.
Still, he genuinely feared that Shen Shuyun was going to pull some weird stunt while they’re out shopping.
Like kissing him in public…
“If only Mingyue could come along, having another person would surely keep Shen Shuyun from acting too bold.”
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Next, I’ll send out a flyer and start a bounty or something.
