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Winnie wasn’t particularly interested in the Henderson family’s ongoing drama, Instead, she had chosen a moment to revisit the Smith Manor, the one that was rumored to be haunted,

This time she wasn’t alone but brought along the Ghost Baby though.

Winnie had dispatched the spirits of five young girls wronged by nefarious Naylor, but Ghost Baby still wasn’t quite up to par in terms of its spectral weight. Winnie figured it would be beneficial to let the spook marinate in the mansion’s accumulated spiritual energy.

Though the skeleton of Fortune Pillar had been removed, the mansion’s original design had been inspired by the traditional haunted houses. Those who seemed to breathe with a sinister life of their own harbored the darkness and the mystery.

The removal of the negative energy left by Fortune Pillar had only made the place more suitable for nurturing a ghostly presence.

Winnie let Ghost Baby come over every night to soak in the vibes, hoping to beef up its spiritual heft.

With its doll–like appearance kicking and floating about with glee, the Ghost Baby seemed to delight in the mansion’s gloomy atmosphere. While Winnie was letting Ghost Baby take its nightly swim in the mansion’s dark energies, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared before her.

The newcomer, her long hair elegantly tied up, was decked out in a seasonal suit from a high–end designer. At first glance, she looked every inch the fashionista if one could ignore her corpse–pale complexion and the almost tangible aura of ghostliness surrounding her.

“What are you doing here?” Winnie quirked an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on the designer outfit that was unmistakably Suzan’s line, which was an eyesore for Winnie.

“Weren’t you afraid some other spirit would take over your turf while you’re away?” she asked. with a touch of sarcasm.

The ghost before her was none other than Gwyn, the same ghost that had haunted Quincy’s dreams and the tragic girl from an earlier tale in Winnie’s life.

Gwyn had died at the tender age of 25, but her appearance now suggested someone in her thirties. Despite her attempts to dress up, she lacked the naive charm of a young ghost and didn’t carry the shy demeanor she had in life. Instead, she exuded the confidence one might associate with a ghost who had roamed the earth for half a century.

“There’s another spirit keeping watch. Besides, there are no other major spooks around to challenge me.” Gwyn said with a note of negotiation, “Miss Bryant, you have to admit I did your a favor this time, right?”

“A favor?” Winnie retorted coolly.

tried to maintain

mess with the Hendersons out of respect for you. And the work I did

avenge

wanted to drive the Hendersons out of the mansion, she could have done it without the hassle.

with the crew, Gwyn had behaved

had kept

to you, not

which made Gwyn

lived together for eighteen years. Don’t you have any conscience?” Gwyn

her younger days, before Winnie had joined the Mystical Sects and could defend herself, it was Gwyn who

couldn’t help but ask, “What do you want with me?”

her newly acquired villa

point and pulled out a photograph. “It’s about this. I wanted to get your opinion.” Gwyn

his mid–twenties, handsome but with a face that suggested

photo over, she found his name and birthday.

you… have a thing for this guy? You want my

didn’t wait for Gwyn to respond and flatly refused, “He’s still alive. The living can’t

the suggestion, her foot stomping in indignation.

but obstacles to ruling the

came by the villa yesterday, all secretive, making offerings. Crying about being deceived, she asked for my help and left this picture.”

at a

story for her, but

probably because of that TV show,” she said,

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that I could haunt people in their dreams, so

thing. Though I can do it, I remember you saying ghosts shouldn’t mess with the living, especially those with no