Chapter 71: Negotiations

“We can talk.”

Su Bao’s stoic demeanor was unwavering as she spoke, her tone serious and businesslike.

Fu Lang, however, preferred the cute and innocent version of their Xiao Bao. Seeing her so stern and mature felt… unsettling!

“Talk about what?! What’s there to talk about?!” the female ghost screeched.

“Do you even know what I’ve been through?! Why do you keep stopping me?! Why are you helping him?!”

After having her ghostly claw ripped off, the female ghost was clearly weakened. With Su Bao standing guard, the electrical currents in the restroom stabilized.

Fu Lang could now clearly see a blood-soaked young woman standing not far away. Her hollow, blood-red eyes stared at him with a twisted grin.

As she smiled, fresh blood continuously poured from her eyes.

Fu Lang cursed under his breath.

What was this? Since she couldn’t kill him with Su Bao around, was she trying to disgust him to death instead?!

Su Bao was irritated.

The ghost’s frenzied, hysterical behavior was getting on her nerves. She wasn’t saying anything useful—just screaming!

How was anyone supposed to know what she’d been through if she didn’t say anything?!

If it were any other ghost, Su Bao wouldn’t hesitate to grab it…

And crunch it down like a snack!

But this one had died by suicide and had somehow become a vengeful spirit. She was undoubtedly carrying a heavy burden of injustice.

If Su Bao were to devour her without understanding the situation, it would create karmic debt that would come back to haunt her.

The ghost’s piercing wails reverberated through the restroom, a sound that could easily torment the human mind.

It disrupted the surrounding energy, allowing yin energy to invade the body. For someone already physically weak, just a few moments of exposure to such a sound could lead to illness—or even death.

Fu Lang felt like his head was about to explode. His ears rang, his lips turned pale, and dizziness clouded his thoughts.

“Focus your mind. Don’t panic. Try to stay calm,” Su Bao instructed, her small hand gripping Fu Lang’s wrist.

A faint black mist seeped from her hand into his wrist, forming a protective barrier to shield him from the ghost’s interference.

“It’s because I don’t know that we need to talk,” Su Bao said to the ghost, her expression as blank as ever.

“Otherwise, with me here, you won’t be able to harm him. You’ll just keep hiding and waiting for the right moment.”

Fu Lang: …

Oh, how touching!

He was so moved he wanted to cry!

“But keeping watch over him all the time is a waste of my time. To avoid wasting both our time, it’s best to talk things through,” Su Bao added matter-of-factly.

Fu Lang: …

*Sniff sniff.* His fragile heart shattered in that instant.

His Xiao Bao had just said that protecting him was a waste of time!

“If there’s truly a life-and-death grudge between you two, I’ll step aside and let you handle it,” Su Bao continued, her tone as serious as ever.

But just then, her stomach let out a loud growl…

*Emmm…*

She was hungry.

Though Su Bao didn’t care much about appearances, her stomach growling at such a moment made her feel a bit embarrassed.

A faint blush crept onto her stoic face…

But she quickly composed herself, pretending nothing had happened.

“You mean it?” the blood-soaked ghost asked, her gaze shifting to the severed claw on the ground. The pain still throbbed, radiating through her spirit.

She knew she couldn’t take on the girl in front of her.

The power gap was painfully obvious.

And she could clearly sense that if the girl weren’t worried about the karmic debt of devouring her, she would’ve already been swallowed whole by now.