The Evil Spirit, resembling a crocodile, noticed Dou Dou approaching and immediately turned its head to look at her, its bean-sized eyes staring fixedly at her.
Although Dou Dou said she wasn’t afraid of the Evil Spirit, when facing it directly, her heart still felt a bit scared, after all, she was still a child.
The malice emanating from its eyes, along with its massive body, brought tremendous psychological pressure to Dou Dou.
She felt it was even scarier than those bones and residual souls in the Netherworld.
"I... I..." Dou Dou trembled, unable to utter a complete sentence after a long while.
But by then, the Evil Spirit had already taken steps, charging toward Dou Dou.
"Dou Dou, come back quickly..."
Little Fatty, who was originally hiding behind, saw Dou Dou seemingly paralyzed by fear, gritted his teeth, and immediately stepped forward to run up.
The Evil Spirit, with its massive build, resembled a crocodile walking upright, seemingly quite unaccustomed to its large body, resulting in a rather slow charging motion.
And this slow motion allowed Dou Dou to come to her senses.
She immediately opened her mouth towards it and let out a "roar."
A stream of ghostly blue flame directly hit the Evil Spirit’s body.
The flame that had previously hit Little Fatty’s face was like being blown away with a breath, leaving him unscathed.
But now, it was like pouring gasoline on a fire, and a small flame instantly engulfed the entire body of the opponent.
Under that ghostly blue flame, the Evil Spirit struggled and wailed, letting out a miserable scream, like a wild beast, yet also like the lament of a living person.
Little Fatty, who had just run over, immediately pulled Dou Dou to run back, and after running a distance, seeing that the Evil Spirit didn’t seem to be chasing them, he turned back.
Only to see that the Evil Spirit, which had been three to four meters tall and crocodile-like, had now shrunk to only two meters, with flames blazing all over, smoke curling up, and its body still shrinking continuously.
"Amazing." Little Fatty said with lingering fear.
Luckily he wasn’t a big bad guy, or Dou Dou would have burned him just like that earlier.
In just a few dozen seconds, the three to four-meter tall Evil Spirit completely turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared before their eyes.
"Alright, now you don’t have to worry about your sister getting hurt." Dou Dou clapped her little hands, her face full of pride.
"Impressive."
Little Fatty was not stingy, giving Dou Dou a thumbs up.
Dou Dou was quite pleased with herself, lucky she didn’t have a little tail, or it would be sticking up to the sky by now.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to see my sister."
"I already saw her earlier."
"Isn’t she cute?"
"Not as cute as me."
Little Fatty wanted to argue hearing this, but after thinking for a bit, he said, "You’re equally cute."
The two came to a building, surrounded by flower beds and trees, causing the sunlight in the sky to be blocked.
"Amazing." Dou Dou looked up at the trees that blocked the sky.
"I’m not too fond of this. In summer, there are many mosquitoes, and in winter, it’s very cold." Little Fatty said.
Although there was access control, it could only stop people but not ghosts, so the two went straight through the entrance and took the elevator.
"Welcome to my home."
Little Fatty led Dou Dou inside, seeing the little sister he had seen before sitting on the sofa playing.
"Mom, I’m back." Little Fatty shouted towards the kitchen.
Dou Dou curiously looked around at the house’s interior and was quickly attracted by a treadmill in the living room.
"My mom bought it, said it was for losing weight, but she has used it less than thrice in total. My dad says she’s wasting money, she said she’d sell it online, but no one wants it yet..."
Although Little Fatty loved his mom, he would complain when he needed to.
"Hehe, your mom is funny, just like me."
Little Fatty: →_→
"Mom and Dad bought me many toys, but I lost interest after playing a few times. Grandpa and Grandma say I’m a spendthrift, how impressive, right?" Dou Dou bragged.
"That’s not a compliment."
"I know, but it’s still impressive."
Little Fatty:...
"Mumu, it’s time to eat, go wash your hands."
Just then, Little Fatty’s mom came out of the kitchen.
"Mom, can we wait a bit before eating?"
The little girl called Mumu got off the sofa.
"Why wait? Your dad won’t come back for lunch today." Little Fatty’s mom replied.
"I want to wait for brother to come back and eat together." Mumu tilted her head, looking at her mom.
Dou Dou found her chubby little face cute and reached out wanting to pinch it but was stopped by Little Fatty’s hand.
"So stingy." Dou Dou said discontentedly.
But she didn’t reach out any further.
"Pinching a kid’s cheeks too much will make them drool, my mom said... uh..."
Little Fatty explained halfway, suddenly remembering they were ghosts, even if Dou Dou managed to touch Mumu’s face, she couldn’t pinch it.
"Doesn’t your sister know you’re already dead?" Dou Dou curiously asked.
Little Fatty shook his head, "Mom has always told her I’m in the hospital."
It turned out that Little Fatty hadn’t been dead for long, and the family had been hiding it from the little sister.
"You don’t need to worry about your brother; your dad will go to the hospital to take care of him at noon." Little Fatty’s mom casually made up a reason.
Mumu didn’t say anything, just tilted her head, her big eyes looking unblinkingly at her mom.
Perhaps their family had a gene for plumpness, as Mumu was chubby too, but because of her young age, it made her appear even more adorable.
The chubby little person with big eyes and a clear gaze could melt anyone.
Little Fatty’s mom instinctively avoided that gaze.
"Why are you looking at me like this, hurry up and eat." Saying that, she turned her back to Mumu.
Just then, Mumu suddenly said, "Is brother dead?"
Little Fatty’s mom suddenly turned around, looking at her daughter seriously, "Who told you that?"
"Sister Tongtong."
Mumu referred to Sister Tongtong, another kid in the same neighborhood, two years older than Mumu, and they often played downstairs together.
"She was teasing you; your brother is doing fine."
"Really? Sister Tongtong said her grandma told her." Mumu said innocently.
"Of course it’s true, hurry up and eat."
Little Fatty’s mom picked her up and placed her on a chair, then hurried back to the kitchen.
Mumu placed her hands on the table, like a little kitten waiting to be fed, her eyes fixed on her mom’s back.
"That Sister Tongtong is so mean, lying to kids like that." Dou Dou said indignantly from the side.
Little Fatty:...
"I really am dead." Little Fatty said helplessly.
"Oh right." Dou Dou looked enlightened.
Just then, Little Fatty’s mom brought out the food.
Seeing Mumu’s special little bowl and spoon, Dou Dou said, a bit enviously, "I have one too."
Then she added sadly, "But I haven’t used it in a long time."
Little Fatty glanced at her and then continued watching his sister.
Mumu gobbled up her food.
Little Fatty’s mom, seeing that her daughter wasn’t asking more questions, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Eat slowly, and have some soup after eating; it’s your favorite tomato egg drop soup."
Upon hearing this, Mumu suddenly put down her spoon and said, "Mommy."
"What is it?"
"If someone dies, does that mean they’re gone forever?"
Faced with her daughter’s innocent eyes, Little Fatty’s mom was at a temporary loss for words, unsure how to explain.
Moreover, she faintly sensed that her son’s death might no longer be concealable.
Seeing that her mom wasn’t crying, Mumu’s big eyes immediately filled with tears.
She pouted and said sadly, "Does that mean I don’t have a brother anymore?"
PS: There’s more tonight~