The head hovered on the verge of oblivion, on the brink of dissipating completely, but it was struck with the frying pan once again.

Silence enveloped the surroundings for a long moment.

However, the truth talisman remained firmly attached to the head. As long as even a trace of lingering resentment remained, it compelled the head to continue divulging its dark secrets.

“I asked that woman to help me take the photos. Each photo cost a dollar,” it confessed.

Naturally, the price would increase if the scope of the request expanded.

Every day, without fail, he would spend one or two hundred dollars purchasing photos from that woman.

But gradually, he was no longer satisfied.

“One day, I encountered a young boy from my neighborhood who had just returned home from school…”

“I knew him well. I had been observing him for quite some time. His parents were always occupied, and on certain days, they would drop him off at the community gate before rushing off to work overtime.”

On that particular day, the little boy walked home alone, holding two buns.

Hex guessed that those two buns would serve as his dinner for the night.

There was no one else in his family—no grandparents or relatives who could pick him up. If there were, surely they would have been there for him.

“So, I gathered my courage and approached him,” the head continued.

“Children are easily swayed. I told him I was his neighbor, expressing concern about his busy parents. How could it be alright for him to have buns for dinner? I invited him to my house for dinner, promising that I had Ultraman there…”

In this way, the child was lured away.

Of course, the child was not spared.

“I didn’t kill him in the end,” the head claimed. A tinge of regret seeped into its voice, “I merely threatened him, warning him not to tell anything to his parents. I made it clear that if he did, I would subject him to the same treatment next time.”

Josh tightened his grip on the frying pan, and once again smacked it with a resounding impact.

This time, the ghost head let out a puff of air, unable to maintain its form, and dispersed into a cloud of black mist.

“Even if he didn’t tell his parents, you would have treated him the same way next time!”

This is madness!

once, it would happen again, there were no signs

then spoke with a

returned home, his mother noticed

child’s parents were so preoccupied and neglectful, as long as the child remained silent, the adults

parents discovered the

night, the boy’s father beat him up

you board before or

struck too forcefully, and the ghost with the head had been completely obliterated, transforming into a wisp of black gas that dissipated into

Josh was momentarily speechless…

hit him

his uncle would be enough to uncover the identity of the murderer and unravel the circumstances of

death was somewhat deserved, but unfortunately,

father had been tirelessly working all along, simply striving to provide

had ended up like

complexity. As a result of exerting too much force earlier, his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the

that tense moment, fatigue had taken

instant, a wave of empathy washed over Josh as he understood Lilly’s emotions and the difficulties she faced in capturing ghosts every

causing the frying pan to slip from

for Josh’s schoolbag, collecting the scattered nets and carefully folding them before placing them

strewn about, moving slowly, giving Josh enough time to

Josh’s hands

remembered something, and swiftly retrieved a water bottle

drink,” Drake said,

water from the ice pond that their sister

it felt purer than any filtered or sterilized water

it, Josh could not resist sneaking a taste

of the water dispelled the

coursing through his body, urging him to

Josh grabbed the water and poured it down

Beyond the woods…

was in a hurry. After seeing his sister off and setting up cartoons for her, he felt a sense

watch the cartoons

aura enveloped Alban’s arm, prompting him to

his arm; otherwise, it might have repercussions when he

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