The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

The elder immediately put the Ghost back into the snuff bottle, ”Sorry, he didn’t scare you, did he? During his life, he was a teacher, always eager to instruct others.”

Little Taotie shook her head and looked at the scholar painted on the snuff bottle.

The scholar trapped inside the snuff bottle couldn’t speak, but he could blink.

Little Taotie stared at him for a while, finding it interesting, and giggled.

The elder saw that the girl wasn’t frightened and sighed in relief, saying, ”I can’t see what’s inside the box, but he can. He told me what’s in the box, but in exchange, I let him inhale a couple of puffs of Yin Qi inside the box.”

”So they got smaller with just a few puffs?” Little Taotie found it hard to believe.

The elder nodded and pointed at the leftover flour on the table, ”It’s like this flour, which is in a powder state, but you can turn it into a cake or into bread. Think of these things as flour in a dust state, settled over years, like when you knead it countless times; in the end, it might become bread or it might become a cake. This so-called bread might be recovery, becoming a normal spiritual body, taken away by the Ghost Enforcer to reincarnate. This so-called cake might become the Ghost King; there are many choices. They won’t truly vanish.”

Little Taotie, somewhat understanding, pinched up a handful of flour.

”You’re young, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. Maybe you’ll naturally come to understand later. Not understanding doesn’t hinder life; at most, one day in the future you might feel confused, or with obsession or thoughts of death, you may become smarter, avoiding choosing a foolish, unrewarding path.”

Little Taotie pointed at herself, puffing up her lips, somewhat aggrievedly, in a childish voice asked, ”Grandpa, do I look like a fool?”

The elder chuckled lightly, ”I’m just using an example.”

Little Taotie grumbled, ”I would never choose death! Death is avoidance, and avoidance is the most unworthy act! I’m the brave Little Taotie, the strongest Fierce Beast, nothing will make me shrink back! Awoo awoo awoo~~~”

Everyone was amused.

Those present were not ordinary people; those who could enter the Special Department simply weren’t normal, and among them, some had been bullied for being different or had experienced despair.

Someone couldn’t help but exhale a breath, breaking out in a cold sweat.

There were those with eyes different from ordinary people, able to see Ghosts. When they were young, they didn’t know they were different from others and innocently shared their visions with friends, only to be isolated by friends who thought they were crazy.

They once thought about death, using death to escape reality.

Fortunately, they didn’t do such foolish things.

Otherwise, though their physical body would have died, their thoughts wouldn’t have perished and, after becoming a Ghost, they’d be unable to reincarnate, drifting aimlessly. Even if swallowed by the Ghost King, they’d become something strange, whether void or nothing, just names. Perhaps they’d be like a dust particle of flour, still having consciousness then and feeling even more painful because they wouldn’t know what to do.

At that time, maybe they’d want to become a spiritual body, because only as a spiritual body could they have more choices.

Maybe after becoming a spiritual body, they’d want to become human.

Because only by reincarnating as a human could they have a chance to live anew.

This might be the innate stubbornness of humans, risking life because of certain difficulties and thinking of escape, thinking of death, yet when dead, they’d go to great lengths to live again, wanting to change their destiny, not wanting to become aimlessly drifting dust.

Or maybe, once they become dust, they’d forget the impassable barriers of their past life, all they’d wanted to escape; those would become indifferent, forgotten in the long river of time.