This villain, please exercise some restraint.

Chapter 267 Lovers 26

The tip of the knife stopped very close to her nose.

Soon, the girl heard a chuckle.

"You haven't killed anyone, have you?"

She slowly raised her head and heard the white-haired boy staring at her and asking this.

She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

How could she dare to kill someone...

The sharp blade that was about to stab her was retracted.

The white-haired boy winked at her and said, "It was just a joke. I hope you don't mind."

As he spoke, he turned around, played with the dagger in his hand, and was about to leave.

The next moment, a young man appeared in front of him and said, "Thank you."

"Brother, you are also a wandering soul, right?"

Seeing that the white-haired boy ignored him, he followed him and asked again.

"Or are you the kind who come here to hunt wandering souls?"

He glanced at the blond young man who had been standing silently beside him and asked with a little concern.

"If I'm not mistaken, can you eliminate those bad ghosts?"

"Looking at it this way, perhaps you are beings that transcend us wandering spirits, yet are similar to us. You possess special abilities. Although I don't know the specifics, there's no doubt that you... have the ability to execute wandering spirits."

"Maybe……"

The young man in the white shirt was interrupted by a look from the white-haired boy who turned his head.

He could tell that the person in front of him didn't really want to pay attention to him.

"Sorry, he's not very good at communicating."

The blond young man finally stopped being silent, smiled slightly, and spoke.

"But I thought, if you have any questions, maybe I can answer them for you."

"...I'm just worried that if such a being appears, it might... hurt me and my sister..."

The boy said seriously.

The young man responded by denying him.

"will not."

"I think you think too highly of us."

The blond young man said this, looking at the girl and smiling slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of warmth in his smile.

He extended his hand and pointed at the girl, "If we intended to hurt her, there would be no need to show up, let alone do anything."

"We just need to—watch from the sidelines."

"Isn't it?"

The young man's question made the boy understand immediately.

He scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly - thank you.

"I just want to point out that my sister and I were victims in life, but even so, even as wandering spirits, we are—um… kind wandering spirits."

As if somewhat worried, the boy looked at the blond young man and emphasized.

"........."

The response he got was silence and an unblinking gaze from the blond young man.

The boy lowered his head slightly.

The blond young man's gaze was still gentle, but strangely, he had an inexplicable illusion that he was seen through.

"That... couldn't be better."

A warm hand covered his shoulder, and the boy heard the young man say this.

But when he raised his head again, both the white-haired boy and the blond young man had disappeared.

"Sister, are you okay?"

The boy blinked, turned around, squatted beside the girl, and asked with a worried look on his face.

The girl shook her head and said absentmindedly.

"I didn't expect that they would suddenly appear and help me."

"When I first asked them for help, they were all indifferent. Especially the man who stabbed the criminal with a knife, he directly refused to let me in..."

The girl said this with a complicated expression.

"Sister, have you ever seen them?"

The boy was a little surprised.

"It was just a brief encounter. They weren't willing to offer me shelter then. Perhaps they knew at that time that I was already dead..."

"I even told them I might die... Now that I think about it, I must have been pretty ridiculous in their eyes."

The boy listened carefully. "That's strange. Why weren't they willing to help you then, but now they're here to help you... They didn't say anything else to you. Maybe... it's related to what happened today?"

The girl sat on the ground, thought carefully for a moment, and said a little uncertainly.

"I remember that after I told him my story, the white-haired man seemed to suggest that we finish off that villain together. At that time, I thought I was still alive, so... I refused."

The young man nodded in understanding after hearing this. "Sister, you're so lucky. They probably saw that you were already dead, so there's no need to provide shelter. However, they offered you another, more direct solution. Although you refused, perhaps once you have that idea, they will offer help."

"So it seems they are really good people."

The young man smiled. "Of course, they could also be wandering spirits. But there's no doubt that they are just like us... wandering spirits."

"I think, from now on, Sister, you will be a completely free wandering soul, untroubled by fear. You won't have to do so-called 'daily tasks' anymore."

The boy looked at the girl, with a hint of envy in his words, but a hint of loneliness on his face.

The girl opened her mouth. At this moment, she really couldn't think of how to enlighten the boy in front of her.

"Can you...can you tell me your name?"

The girl asked subconsciously.

Then, she felt that it was not a good idea to ask this question, but it was not easy to take it back. For a moment, her face became a little embarrassed.

"Luo Xun."

The young man spoke, "Sister, please remember my name. My name is Luo Xun."

"Luo Xun..."

The girl whispered, then looked at the boy in front of her and said seriously, "Don't worry, you are my first friend here, I won't forget it."

The girl always felt that the name was a little familiar, but she thought about it again and again and still couldn't figure it out.

Maybe, it's just an illusion.

The girl thought.

……

In a corner of the street, a newly opened store is empty. There is no signboard, no business introduction, and even the lobby has only a few extremely simple furnishings.

The shop door was closed, and although it was daytime, there was an inexplicable feeling of coolness.

Soon, the figures of the blond young man and the white-haired boy slowly appeared.

As the young man raised his hand slightly, the tightly closed door opened obediently, and after the two people entered, it closed again.

"That man with the knife, I'm afraid he's related to 'lover'?"

After sitting down, the white-haired boy picked up the sharp blade in his hand again and looked at it carefully, and mentioned it casually.

The blond young man paused while pouring tea, then looked at the boy with some surprise.

"Why do you say that?"

"Why do you say that?"

The white-haired boy repeated it, and then laughed softly.

"Of course it's because—according to my brother's description, the 'lover' is a lunatic. So, we just need to find the most abnormal and crazy person among those present, right?"

The boy's words were straightforward and his logic was simple and crude, but he was right on the mark.

The blond young man held his forehead, feeling a little amused and helpless for a moment.