I frowned at the female ghost in red who was kneeling on the ground, and looked at the soul of the middle-aged man. My heart was secretly thinking about what hatred there was between them. I couldn't help but... The soul of the middle-aged man was weak and scared, hiding behind me.

"why does it want you to die so much?" I asked.

"help me, master. I know this devil at all. I was lying at home and sleeping. He caught me here. He wanted to kill me."

the soul of the middle-aged man is shaking, and he holds my sleeve tightly.

"you don't know it? Do you know him...