Mansions like this should have been thoroughly cleaned by hired housekeepers every once in a while; but it seems that this place is just too famous and has such a bad reputation that none of the city's cleaning maids or aunties dare to come here to clean.

As soon as Wang Xiaole entered, he immediately felt that even the staff at the real estate agency took on an attitude of resignation towards the mansion. Not to mention the small rooms like the side rooms and bedrooms, even the living room that could be seen at a glance was naturally covered in dust.

If one day decorating the house with dust becomes a fashion in Dibiles, then this mansion will surely be at the forefront of fashion... no, at the cutting edge of fashion!

Wang Xiaole held a lantern for lighting in his left hand while reaching out to touch the suspiciously odorous painting hanging on the wall with his right hand. But before he could wave away the dust, he choked on it.

"Cough, cough. Who could possibly live in a residence that combines 'dirty, messy, and shabby'?"

Wang Xiaole was not afraid of the mansion's reputation or any negative rumors. He persisted in wandering around because he wanted to see if the rumors were true, driven by his passion for searching for "supernatural beings." If the subsequent developments proved that the haunting news was nothing more than baseless rumors, following the same pattern as ghost movies in the Celestial Empire, it would undoubtedly be disappointing.

There are those who can't wait to make a big fuss and hope that the ghosts will appear as soon as possible, but there are also those who constantly pray and hope to get through the next peaceful encounter with the devil.

"Please protect me. If fate really exists, please help me get through this difficult situation."

The praying gesture of Lucia, with her head hung low, would make genuine clergy members feel that their faith was being trampled upon, after all, the one making this gesture was a superior demon.

But since she had to pray, would it be more effective to bow a few times towards Freya's direction? Although she seemed to be the goddess of love and security, which was beyond her scope of work, she should be able to play some role.

Wang Xiaole didn't need to turn around, he knew that Freya was following closely behind him. He reached back and tugged at her sleeve; it seemed that his groping hand had touched something soft, but these were all trivial matters!

Anyway, he had successfully caught her attention:

(whispering) "Pervert!"

Hearing the plaintive tone, it seemed that Wang Xiaole had just touched a more delicate area than the chest; he felt quite embarrassed about it. After expressing his apologies in his heart, he felt that it was time to talk about business with the goddess.

The whole conversation was carried out in a low voice, and Lucia, who was trembling, didn't even notice them.

"Freya, how about you lend a hand? Give Lucia a layer of 'holy light protection' or something, so she won't be so frightened."

"I don't want it! Unless the devil himself bows down to me, there is absolutely no room for consideration."

"Don't say that. We're going to live together as buddies from now on, always seeing each other... and not only looking down."

"I said no."

"Well, that's a firm attitude. So, how about two boxes of cream puffs?"

"Hmph, what do you take me for? Would my mind be swayed by just two boxes of snacks... unless it's four boxes."

"Deal!"

Why not call her "Iron-hearted Freya"?

A goddess as easily dealt with as she, in today's world, is rarer than rare animals.

Like fireflies in the darkness, faint particles of light appear, surrounding Freya in a gathering, forming a circle that envelops her body.

A ring of light large enough to wrap a person, resembling an energy ring, with a shimmering center and dazzling brightness on either side, as if it were daytime.

If this is a form of holy light, it could be used as a light bulb to save a lot of electricity;

At the same time, Freya, who stands out in the dark, brings a sense of "the descent of a celestial being" in the current environment.

"Look here!"

The compassionate goddess opens her palms, as if she could embellish them with holy water and olive branches, making her look like the real deal.

"See that? This is the purest form of light magic! I can be surrounded by holy light, and it's effortless to let both of you bathe in the blessings of light."

"It's indeed bright. What are the specific effects?"

Wang Xiaole doesn't have nyctophobia, so having brighter light around him is undoubtedly a good thing;

But even if he didn't, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Even if he only relied on the light from a lantern, he could still explore the room. Compared to the clarity of his vision, he is more concerned about the effects that holy light can bring.

"It's useless!"

But the merciless reality shattered his hope once again.

Freya points to the light surrounding her body, explaining indifferently:

"I don't have much power left now, and just using it for illumination is already my maximum effort... Don't try to cheat me! You should give what's due."

In Wang Xiaole's heart, a series of "damn it" phrases resounded:

Who's being dishonest now? As a goddess, aren't you afraid of facing consequences with your defiant attitude?

Whether there is "retribution" in the world is hard to say;

But the lady goddess in front of him will definitely have a stroke of bad luck soon, and the reason lies with herself.

"If you dim the light a little, be careful, I'll report you for disturbing the peace!"

First, a woman's voice is heard, followed by a pillow flying from the corner at a shocking speed, rapidly approaching Freya's position.

Wang Xiaole estimated and obtained some information:

The known speed at which the pillow is flying is three meters per second;

Freya's evasion speed, based on her slow reaction, is definitely not faster than two meters per second;

The distance between the pillow and her is approximately fourteen meters;

During this time, Freya's brain and consciousness status is one second, eye confirmation is one second;

Finally, the question is:

What is the probability of her successfully dodging the pillow attack? After Wang Xiaole went to help, what is the probability of him dodging it?

The answer is zero!

Just as Wang Xiaole formulated the formula in his mind and before he could put it into action, Freya, who was stupidly standing still, was hit by the pillow head-on;

Her stunned time was much longer than expected.

*Spit sound* (the sound of water being spit out from being hit on the face).

That light body fell and had an intimate encounter with the floor beneath her;

In the moment she landed on the floor, the surrounding light immediately became faint;

With a sudden flash of light, accompanied by the movement of Freya's thighs, the reaction flashed violently a few times before slowly dimming out.

The scene of the disappearing light reminded Lucia of the process of a firefly's light fading away, although she was much more fragile than a firefly.

When Lucia noticed the perpetrator who knocked down the goddess, she discovered that the person was lying on the sofa downstairs, seemingly asleep.

The perpetrator, who maintained a lying position, climbed up after throwing a pillow, with one hand holding their head. The other hand had been blocking the bright light in front, as if they disliked it.

"Oh, now the lighting in the room is much better. Who was emitting light earlier? Don't you understand the concept of respecting the homeowner?"

Upon hearing the voice and seeing the figure, Wang Xiaole's pupils suddenly dilated, proving his excitement. Lucia had the same dilated pupils, proving her shock.

The silhouette that sat up straight from the sofa had a good facial and body contour, but what was most captivating was her translucent figure.

The woman's clothes were similar to the visual effect of a slideshow. They were clearly worn, but they appeared unreal and illusory.

Combined with her aversion to light, Wang Xiaole could confirm in his heart the conclusion that made his heart race:

"I have encountered a female ghost! My long-standing belief is true - there really are ghosts in the world..."

Let me ask you this: is there anyone else in this world who would rejoice and leap for joy upon seeing a ghost?

Most people would likely have the same reaction as Lucia. Although their legs would remain stable, their eyes would definitely roll upwards. If the demon king were to open his mouth, her soul would surely leave her body and wander thousands of miles away to release the fear.

After comforting Lucia and helping Freya up from the ground, Wang Xiaole took the initiative as the "vanguard" and approached the female ghost.

Staring at a person's face is not a polite gesture, so he didn't do that. Instead, he used words as a substitute for his gaze:

"You just mentioned the homeowner. Could it be that you were the owner of this house when you were alive?"

"And I still am! Don't think that once the homeowner leaves this world, the developer has the right to take the house away. I don't acknowledge the concept of 'seventy-year ownership.' Unless I voluntarily leave, I will never leave this house."

Seeing her excited attitude, it seemed like she was linking the group in front of her with the personnel involved in the forced demolition of houses.

This was a huge misunderstanding. Wang Xiaole immediately explained the misunderstanding, confessing that he was not here to demolish anything, but only to become the new homeowner who was preparing to move in.

As expected, the female ghost's rejection reaction became more intense.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving! I worked hard for twenty years to save money and buy a house. Is it easy? How can you bear to kick a weak woman out and leave her homeless?"

So this weak woman held onto the sofa with both hands, adopting a defiant posture.

Indeed, Wang Xiaole had no intention of driving anyone away. However, after witnessing the determination shown by the female ghost, he was deeply impressed.

"Everything makes sense now! You were the original owner of the mansion and the one who started the rumors of haunting. Those voices were coming from you."

The female ghost wasn't acting. Her psychological state matched the expression on her face, but she could not understand a single word of what Wang Xiaole said in the latter half of his statement.

"What sound? What are you talking about?"

"It's the crying sound that residents living nearby can hear when it's late at night and quiet."

"Huh? There is crying in this mansion at night? I didn't know that. It's just that, coincidentally, I myself also happen to sing beautiful melodies at the same time..."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaole understood:

The person in front of him belongs to the "soul singer," where "soul" has a dual meaning.