At that time, he looked at Song Min, gritted his teeth, and directly locked her in the room.
He lived on the third floor, and sometimes Song Min was alone at home, so every window had burglar bars installed. He was not worried that this thing controlling his daughter would take her and run away.
For the past few days, 'Song Min' had shown no resistance at all. Every time he came to deliver her meals, she would look at herself disdainfully, repeating the words she said that day. Oh no, last night she added one more sentence, which was, "I have already merged seven-tenths of her soul. You might as well give up. Song Min is already 'dead'."
At that time, he looked at that extremely arrogant unknown thing wearing his daughter's face, and he wished he could slap her twice, but he refrained from doing so after some thought, because that was still his daughter's body!
On this journey, Jian Xi and the few people behind her, although he didn't know what they were doing, they had intentionally or unintentionally cast sympathetic looks at him. He wasn't a fool and could sense their sympathy!
On this journey, Song Zhou's heart was pounding. It seemed that what that thing said was true - Min Min was beyond saving!
He didn't understand such matters and didn't know whether removing that thing would harm his daughter's body. He thought that since his daughter was already beyond help, as a father, he must at least try to keep her body as intact as possible. After all, his daughter's biggest dislike when she was alive was being injured and scarred!
In the elevator, Song Zhou's hands clenched tightly into fists. He pursed his lips forcefully, took a deep breath, seeming to have made a decision. "Miss Jian, I have one request. Please try to keep my daughter's body intact when you take action later."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the elevator doors opened. Their group walked out of the elevator. Jian Xi looked him in the eye and smiled understandingly, "Don't worry, Mr. Song. Of course, I will keep your daughter's body intact."
Song Zhou nodded, "Thank you, Miss Jian."
Tang Xingyou, standing next to Jian Xi, felt her eyes sting. That last sentence was a father's final plea, wasn't it? But how could she tell him that after removing the parasitic ghost, his daughter's appearance wouldn't be harmed at all? Only her soul would be damaged. With a seven-tenths merger, she would probably never wake up again.
For a moment, the hallway fell silent again. Jian Xi was puzzled. Why did she feel that Song Zhou looked so sad? Didn't she tell him she could keep his daughter intact?
Incomprehensible!
"Mr. Song, open the door," Jian Xi urged. She had an exam to take soon, so she needed to resolve this quickly.
Song Zhou trembled as he placed his finger on the fingerprint scanner. 'Ding', a voice sounded, "Verification successful, door unlocked."
Apart from Song Zhou, who couldn't sense the ominous aura, and the nonchalant Jian Xi, everyone else gasped and took a step back.
The ominous aura was so thick, they could barely see the furnishings inside the house. No wonder Song Zhou had absorbed so much of it!
They had only heard about parasitic ghosts but had never encountered one before. Even Cheng Xiuchen had only observed one from a distance at the Metaphysics Society, never getting in close contact.
With a flick of her wrist, Jian Xi tossed a talisman into the room, and the ominous aura inside instantly dissipated.
Song Zhou had intended to invite them in directly, but when Jian Xi took action, he quickly halted his steps and maintained his position holding the door open.
Jian Xi stepped into the room, followed by the others.
Tang Xingyou tugged at Jian Xi's clothes and whispered, "Little Seven, can we use paper dolls to remove this parasitic ghost?"
Jian Xi shook her head. "There's no need for that, but I find parasitic ghosts dirty, so I don't want to use my own hands."
Upon hearing this, Tang Xingyou understood. Jian Xi wanted to use paper dolls as a proxy to avoid getting her hands dirty while removing the ghost!
After realizing this, Tang Xingyou suddenly stopped in her tracks and stared wide-eyed. Removing a parasitic ghost already consumed a lot of spiritual power, let alone also controlling paper dolls. Little Seven, she...!
Song Zhou led everyone to the master bedroom door.
The master bedroom had always been where his daughter stayed, and now his 'daughter' was locked inside.
Inside the room, 'Song Min' heard the footsteps outside but didn't move an eyelid as she lay on the bed. She shouted loudly, "For lunch today, I want to eat hot pot."
After a while, without hearing a response from Song Zhou, she finally moved, approaching the door. She knocked on it, the jade bracelets on her wrist jingling. "I said I want to eat hot pot, old man. Did you hear me? I'm telling you, just accept reality. I'll take care of you in your old age too. Just treat me like your daughter, alright? You're so stubborn, stubborn... what was that word again?"
Before 'Song Min' could remember the word, the door in front of her was pushed open with a creak.
"You mean to say 'knotty wood cannot be carved', right?"
"Holy crap, why are there so many people?"
'Song Min' blurted out a curse.
She hadn't been out for days and wasn't wearing any makeup, looking gentle and demure, which was completely at odds with the words she had just uttered.
Suddenly, 'Song Min's' gaze changed as she stared fixedly at Jian Xi. "You're Metaphysics Masters?"
With her arms folded across her chest and an arrogant expression, she said, "Heh, old man, you really want your daughter to die, don't you? Last night, I merged eight-tenths of her soul. No Metaphysics Master can expel me. Don't let her deceive you. Why don't you keep that money at home as my dowry? It would be better, right?"
"Let me tell you, I've already looked into it. There's a man named He Qingchen in B City, the head of the first wealthy family. I plan to marry him. Then you can enjoy the good life too. Why make such a fuss?"
"Heh~" Jian Xi raised an eyebrow. The audacity of this ghost was truly... well...
After pondering for a while, she couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe how brazen the ghost's face was, as no existing word could adequately capture it.
When the ghost mentioned He Qingchen, Song Zhou's heart tightened. He quickly glanced at Jian Xi's reaction, worried that this thing might actually dare to dream about becoming her future sister-in-law!
Fortunately, he saw anger flashing across Jian Xi's face, and his mind was put at ease.
'Song Min's' attention then shifted back to Jian Xi. "What are you smirking at? What can a little girl like you do? I was much older than you when I died. I'm standing right in front of you, occupying this body. What can you do about it?"
This blatant provocation exhausted Jian Xi's last bit of patience.
She surveyed the surroundings. Hmm, the room was quite spacious, enough for her to maneuver.
