It was just getting dark, and there were many pedestrians on the street. I ignored people's weird looks. I dragged the air around me and came to the river pond in the last park, not for any other reason, but because it was dark enough here.

After making sure that there were no living creatures around, I lowered my voice, even my laughter was trembling: "What are you...?"

Grandma immediately said angrily: "Those ghosts took the wrong medicine! I dangled in front of them until I vomited and ignored me. Yesterday, they chased me to the point of death, and today I don't even look at them."

I am completely transparent!"

"Then what?" I looked at it with a suppressed smile.

"What's next? I don't even know how to go back!" Grandma looked distressed.

"Who asked you to leave as soon as you said so? You're in such a hurry. Besides, if you want to go back there now, you need the consent of the person who took you there."

"Ah? Then where should I go to find it?" Grandma was completely stunned and astonished.

"That's not easy. Let me help you. Isn't that just... um...?"

As I said that, my brows couldn't help but gradually wrinkled: "By the way...how...how do I get this...?"

Oops, I seem to have forgotten how to find it too...

Grandma looked at my increasingly exciting expressions and worried, "What? Is there a problem?"

I looked at it in embarrassment, what should I do? We can't let it stay here forever, right?

"Oh..." Suddenly I laughed: "Yes!"

Grandma saw that I was smiling a little strangely and asked: "What happened? Oh my God!? When did it happen? Who is the father of the child? Do your parents know!?"

I almost choked and glanced at it angrily: "Don't be disrespectful, I'll ask it to pick you up right now. I don't have a boyfriend yet, thank you!"

As I said that, I put my hand in my grandma's mouth before she could react, and said, "Bite it through."

Grandma was completely stunned: "What are you doing?"

Because it still had my finger in its mouth, its speech was a little unclear.

"I can't bite it off myself, so you can do it." I turned away my eyes and said as if it didn't matter.

Grandma removed her mouth from my hand, with a look on her face that said, "You are crazy." She shook her head: "Why should I bite you? If you want to hurt yourself, you should do it yourself."

I reluctantly took my hand back, looked at my white fingers, and sighed: "Do I do it myself? Oh~ I have wronged you..."

As I said that, I lightly scratched the fingertips of my right finger with my left fingernail, and blood immediately seeped out. Grandma looked at me in surprise: "You, you...?"

I smiled softly, and I knew why it was surprised without having to guess, because the blood on my hands, uh... "blood" doesn't seem to be quite appropriate to describe the blood on my hands. Has anyone seen pure white blood?

That's right, it's pure white. The blood of bystanders is pure white without a trace of impurities.

"Your blood...?" Grandma asked in surprise.

"Well, what's wrong? Is there a problem?" I smiled dryly.

"White?"

"Well, who stipulates that blood must be red? Well, you will need it to send you back, so don't care what color it is." I shook my fingers covered in white and squatted down.

I started scribbling on the ground with my blood-stained fingertips. Not long after, a strange pattern took shape under my hand. In the center of the pattern, there were three weird-shaped characters "The Guide" written on it. When the drawing was completed, I saw

He looked at the ghostly symbols on the ground and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that's it."

"What's better?"

Me: "The formation is done, you can go back later." There was a hint of brightness in my eyes.

I smacked my lips, and covered its name with my hand. My eyes flashed in the darkness, and then returned to black in an instant: "Come quickly!"

Before the last note fell, the air seemed to tremble.

Then there was a "plop", and there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling to the ground next to me. My grandma looked at it curiously: "Ah?!"

My ears were ringing, and for the first time, I felt that my grandma's screams were actually more shocking.

"Pick up, pick up... the leader" Grandma started to stutter when she spoke.

The white figure on the ground sat up in a daze, shook his head vigorously, and put the soul that was pressed under him into the jade bottle around his neck. The face covered with frost also looked even more gloomy.
Chapter completed!