Becoming a Fierce Ghost, I Turned into the Shadow Behind the Heroine Chapter 61 : Chapter 61

Chapter 61: What Are You Afraid Of?

The great rises and falls of life were probably exactly like this.

Just a mont ago, Lu Liangting had already prepared himself for death. With the resolve to die, he had opened the wooden door.

And the next mont, the door did open—but the red-robed Fierce Ghost outside that had been smashing the door was now beaten half to death by another ghost.

The key point was that Lu Liangting had seen this newly arrived ghost before.

More than once.

In fact, just a minute ago, he had ntioned her to the two ghosts in his hands.

She was still wearing that all-too-familiar white dress, paired with the sa unnaturally pale skin.

The sa cold, aloof expression.

The sa breathtaking side profile.

And the sa bright red butterfly hairpin.

The only difference was that her hairstyle had changed—from twin low ponytails to a side ponytail.

It still looked good, but when a ghost kept changing hairstyles, it sohow felt strangely out of place.

Lu Liangting could not help wondering subconsciously whether she had changed that hairstyle herself.

Following that line of thought, he suddenly imagined Bai Yu sitting in front of a mirror with her current cold, proud expression.

She would examine herself from side to side, loosen her hair, then hold the red butterfly hairpin in both hands while frowning in deep thought for a long ti before finally deciding that the side ponytail suited her better.

After tying it up, she would look at her “brand-new” reflection in the mirror.

Her pure and lovely face, paired with that aloof expression, would unconsciously reveal a shy smile.

It would be extrely beautiful.

Then she would suddenly realize sothing, quickly suppress the smile, and a trace of panic would flash through her dark eyes.

She would pretend to be serious again, though her face would still be faintly flushed with embarrassnt.

“Would… would this make look cuter?”

“No, that is not right. Why should I care about what he thinks? I do not care about his opinion at all!”

Noticing that Bai Yu was still staring at him, Lu Liangting snapped back to reality.

However, he only took half a step backward.

Listening to the furious roars of the red-robed ghost and looking at the miserable state he was in, Lu Liangting suddenly felt that the scene he had just imagined did not quite match reality.

He did not know what was going on in his mind. Perhaps it was the aftereffect of being under extre tension and then suddenly relaxing.

But that was not what he should be thinking about right now.

What he should be thinking about was why she had appeared here.

Was she not supposed to be a ghost from Sunshine Apartnts?

If she was not a ghost of Sunshine Apartnts and could leave that place, then why had she co here?

And why had she appeared once again—saving him from danger yet another ti?

Bai Yu flung the old director’s broken body away.

She knew he intended to escape through the wall. The mont he collided with it, strands of blood sealed both the ground and the wall behind him.

Unable to pass through the wall, the old director collapsed onto the floor.

Large clusters of blood threads twisted around his wounds, visibly restoring his injuries. However, he had been injured far too severely. Complete recovery would take a long ti.

During that ti, Bai Yu could kill him hundreds of tis over.

The long blade in her hand disappeared. It had been ford from blood threads—the sa substance as those writhing in the old director’s wounds.

Bai Yu did not know what these blood threads were called. In any case, they were an important component of a ghost’s body, especially for powerful Fierce Ghosts.

Most ordinary ghosts were rely black mist ford from obsessions, while blood threads were an advanced form of that mist.

“Ha… ha… hehehe. I knew you would return.”

The old director suddenly laughed while lying on the ground.

He paid no attention to Bai Yu at all.

Ghosts did not feel pain—or at least, most of the ti they did not. Even though Bai Yu had beaten him into this state, he felt very little suffering.

The old director looked to be in his sixties.

In so ways, he resembled Bai Yu. He still retained the appearance of a living human rather than a monstrous form.

Aside from his pale skin and his completely black eyes without whites, one might easily mistake him for a living person at first glance.

He had a large fra, clearly the body of soone who exercised often. His hair was cut short and neat. His face bore the marks of age, but it was obvious that he had once been quite handso.

It was only that blood-red coat, soaked in the sll of blood, that made people shudder.

Through her own observations, Bai Yu had concluded that the color of a ghost’s clothing could roughly indicate its strength.

A ghost without red clothing was not necessarily weak.

But a ghost wearing blood-red garnts was never weak.

Much like the legendary “red-robed ghost”—the re phrase suggested overwhelming resentnt.

“You still rember ?”

Shen Shuyun walked over and stood beside Bai Yu.

She stared at the fallen old director. Her expression showed neither sorrow nor joy, but anyone could tell that she was suppressing intense emotions.

“I can see your ugly soul. Hmph… hehehe.”

The old director rolled his eyes and sneered.

“So, how does it feel to be haunted by all those ghosts? It must not feel very pleasant. I am honestly curious how you managed to survive this long—and even brought such a monster with you to find . Did she not kill you first?”

“If she turned you into sothing like , I would love to see the look on your face when a living human becos this.”

“Hey, little girl in the white dress. How about making a deal with ?”

“If you help turn the person beside you into sothing like , I will let you experience a kind of pleasure you have never known before.”

“You died so young. What a pity. You probably have never been intimate with a man before, have you?”

“Do not worry. We are both ghosts. I can let you experience it.”

“After all, when I was alive, I had quite a lot of experience. I helped many little girls around your age.”

“Do you want to know what expressions they had at the ti?”

“At first they would show pain, their eyes filled with tears like pitiful little animals. But I knew not to be deceived by those expressions.”

“That was the mont when I should push even harder.”

The old director did not state everything explicitly, but everyone present understood what he ant.

Even Lu Liangting, standing nearby, glared angrily and cursed him as a scumbag.

But Bai Yu rely stood there silently.

Not a single word.

Even her expression did not change.

After the old man—now reduced to a mutilated husk—finished speaking, she simply said calmly:

“Do not waste my ti.”

These words were directed at Shen Shuyun.

As for the old director, Bai Yu had already realized sothing.

The old man was afraid.

He was deliberately provoking them, hoping she would kill him.

“Zhang Dahai, if I were you, I definitely would not speak to her like that.”

Shen Shuyun’s eyelids twitched.

If this old man wanted to die, he should not drag her down with him.

“I never expected to see you again.”

“You know, over these years I have always regretted sothing.”

“I made your death too easy back then.”

“I should have skinned you alive, pulled out your tendons, and hung you in front of the vicious dogs you raised—so they could watch you being disemboweled.”

“But that is not why I ca today.”

“You only need to answer one question.”

“Have you ever regretted it?”