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The ghost of the little girl entangled Wan Zanghai and hugged the old man who had one foot in hell. Her questions dissected the souls of Wan Zanghai like a shining lancet, making the lips of the leader of the civilization of mankind and the commander-in-chief of the coalition fleet tremble. Her eyes were cloudy, and she was rendered speechless.

"Why didn't you bring us?"

"Why didn't you bring us?"

"Why didn't you bring us?"

The ghost of the little girl did not notice anything wrong with the old man. She was still asking innocently.

"…I'm sorry, Bai Linger. I'm sorry."

Wan Canghai trembled and extended his twisted hands, trying to hold his sister's ghost. However, translucent ripples of life slid off his fingertips like white, smooth sand.

"I was wrong. I was really wrong!"

Wan Canghai sobbed. "It doesn't matter how you want to take revenge on me. Come on, Bai Ling'er. Take my soul away and bury it with you on Earth forever!"