A crowd of evil spirits line up to confess to me

Chapter 101

The ghost felt it was a great humiliation! He couldn't believe he was being lectured on manners by a human!

"How do you know this would bother anyone? It's just a space I created! Once I deal with you, everything will be over!" The ghost couldn't help but defend himself.

"I see, it's indeed my fault for not considering that the ghost space could be sustainable." Gu Wujì nodded solemnly, then sincerely apologized, "I'm truly sorry."

The ghost: "..."

What's going on? Why did he end up arguing with this human about decency?

As if just realizing, the ghost's eyes turned blood red, his already fierce face twisted into a cold smirk. Blood from the walls continued to flow onto the ground, forming a growing puddle, seemingly intent on engulfing Gu Wujì.

Glancing around, Gu Wujì said, "Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you how to leave this place."

The ghost: "..."

Feeling insulted once again, the ghost retorted, "Do you think I'd tell you something like that?"

"After all, from your painting, it's evident you're someone who still holds onto innocence." Gu Wujì spoke while picking up a pencil with traces of use, his eyes clear and full of trust, "I believe you wouldn't do anything harmful."

Having investigated several famous painters before, one of them bore a striking resemblance to the ghost in front of him, primarily because their painting styles were identical.

It was because of his knowledge of that painter's life that Gu Wujì felt so reassured by the ghost before him.

As the ghost met his gaze, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart. How long has it been... since he last encountered someone like this?

Throughout these endless years, he had long considered himself nothing more than an evil spirit, yet here was someone who trusted him, their eyes harboring no trace of doubt, no hint of deception.

If such a person had appeared back then, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out like this.

The blood that had been closing in suddenly dissipated, and the dim corridor, which seemed endless, suddenly brightened. Gu Wujì found himself back on the staircase of the original basement, positioned in the middle of it. The surroundings looked exactly the same as before; one could hardly tell that anything had happened.

"You're not a bad person after all. I'll help you for the time being," the voice of the ghost echoed in Gu Wujì's ears, indicating that it had evidently possessed him.

The ghost quite admired Gu Wujì and decided to assist him within the bounds of the rules.
Gu Wujì continued up the stairs, while asking the ghost, "May I ask what your name is?"

"It's been too long, I've forgotten," the ghost replied, whether it was true forgetfulness or just reluctance to bring up the matter remained unclear.

"Alright." Gu Wujì decided to act as if he hadn't seen through the ghost's true identity and continued, "So, Mr. Ghost, do you know anything about this studio? How can we paint a painting worth ten thousand yuan?"

"Ten thousand yuan? That's easy. Just take this pencil I'm possessing and start drawing. Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, it's all possible," the ghost spoke proudly, with a hint of nostalgia for its past glory.

Indeed, the setup of this instance seemed to rely on harnessing the power of ghosts to complete the main quest.

For most players, merely encountering a ghost was terrifying enough, let alone cooperating with one. But for Gu Wujì, it seemed quite ordinary. Since this was how the instance worked, why not go along with it? Just like the ghost before him, so familiar and kind.