Seeing Lin Tianheng's sudden move, Dai Minghan was startled. The intensified pain not only made Lin Tianheng's mouth twitch sharply but also allowed him to feel his body could move more freely.
It seemed his speculation was indeed correct.
But what could he do? His dagger had been used several times, its ability to disperse spirits weakened to a negligible degree, and the ghost before him was the most powerful spirit in the story!
No time to overthink!
After a brief inner struggle, Lin Tianheng gritted his teeth and lunged at the ghostly entity ahead, thrusting his dagger forward fiercely.
The black dagger pierced the pale white spirit, but instead of erupting with the dazzling golden flames from before, only a faint glow flickered within the ghost's body. Yet even that weak light made the ghost let out a piercing scream.
But in the next instant, the faint flame suddenly turned a sickly green, and the spirit-dispelling dagger, along with Lin Tianheng's right hand, burst into violent flames!
"Ah!"
Lin Tianheng screamed in agony as the green flames spread from his hand to his arm, melting his flesh.
But at that moment, Chen Mo and Dai Minghan felt the oppressive, cold, and sticky atmosphere ease. Perhaps due to Lin Tianheng's attack, the ghost couldn't control their minds simultaneously.
Without hesitation, the blinding light of their spirit-dispelling flashlights pierced the darkness toward the ghost. At the same time, Dai Minghan's right hand transformed into a black ghostly claw, grabbing Lin Tianheng's arm.
The green flames extinguished instantly upon contact with Dai Minghan's ghostly hand, but Lin Tianheng was already in a terrible state, likely unable to fight any more spirits.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo, aiming the flashlight at the ghost, noticed that the light that usually made spirits vanish only pushed the pale white entity back a short distance, failing even to temporarily repel it.
This pale white ghost's level clearly surpassed their tools.
"No good, we still need to find Yin Xiaowei's spirit," Lin Tianheng said through gritted teeth, his face twisted in pain as he sat on the ground, still directing them. But no reminder was needed—everyone knew that unless Yin Xiaowei's soul appeared, they couldn't escape this ghost's slaughter.
Yin Xiaowei...
Where are you?
Chen Mo looked around blankly. The lighthouse's massive beam swept aimlessly across the dark sea, the sea breeze carrying a salty, damp scent. Beyond that, there was nothing in sight.
Yet Chen Mo had a feeling—a sense that she was here.
What the eyes couldn't see didn't mean it didn't exist.
Just then, as the searchlight swept past again, Chen Mo suddenly noticed a pair of black footprints silently appearing on the illuminated ground.
Though invisible, it felt like something was standing there, timidly watching her.
What the eyes couldn't see didn't mean it didn't exist.
"Yin Xiaowei! You're here, aren't you!"
With Chen Mo's shout, the small footprints suddenly moved across the ground, like a startled little girl running away in panic.
No mistake—this had to be Yin Xiaowei's ghost. Though she wouldn't show herself, her spirit was here!
Seeing the moving black footprints, Lin Tianheng found a surge of strength from somewhere, leaped up from the ground, and chased after them, leaning against the wall.
Behind him were Chen Mo and Dai Minghan. The pale white ghost had been pushed back by the flashlight's light—this was their last chance.
The footprints kept running just ahead, all the way up to the lighthouse's top.
Lin Tianheng, with his injured right hand, couldn't climb, gritting his teeth in frustration but helpless.
Knowing Yin Xiaowei was here but her spirit wouldn't appear, Chen Mo fell into thought.
It was certain Yin Xiaowei's spirit was nearby, on the lighthouse.
But how could they convince her to show herself?
As Chen Mo pondered, a white piece of paper suddenly caught his eye.
The torn page, clearly ripped from something, was covered in colorful scribbles. He'd accidentally stepped on one corner.
His heart stirred. Chen Mo bent down and picked up the paper. It showed a little girl wearing an exaggerated flower crown, a gem ring on her hand glowing with an exaggerated blue light, holding a shield in her left hand and a sword raised high in her right.
This page, obviously torn from a picture book, had a line of crooked childish writing below.
"Become the hero who saves the world."
"So that's it..."
"The Wind Shield, Water Ring, Flower Crown, and Stone Sword weren't Yin Xiong's own ideas—they were based on Yin Xiaowei's doodles, designed as treasures."
In other words, Yin Xiong had incorporated his daughter's drawings into the game he developed.
"Yin Xiaowei, you brought this drawing to the lighthouse because you know that he, from start to finish, always loved you and this family, right?"
"Since you know that, you should understand how much he wants to see you again..."
"Yin Xiaowei!"
Before Chen Mo could finish, Lin Tianheng suddenly shouted with a stern face.
"Kids, stop being stubborn! Even if you fought with your parents, once you've cooled down, shouldn't you come home obediently?"
"Still hiding? Watch out, or you'll get a spanking!"
Hearing Lin Tianheng's outburst, Dai Minghan's expression stiffened. "Lin Tianheng, you..."
"With brats like this, you can't reason with them. Kids have their limits of being fussy—a good scolding sorts them out."
What kind of logic is that?
But no one had time to argue with Lin Tianheng. Yet unexpectedly, after his shout, a translucent white figure gradually appeared on the previously empty lighthouse.
A little girl with twin ponytails and big eyes.
She wore a white dress, holding a floppy-eared white rabbit doll in one hand.
As if startled by Lin Tianheng's shout, the girl's face showed a frightened rabbit expression, making Lin Tianheng feel awkward. Then, in an instant, the pale spirit seemed about to vanish again.
"Wait! Listen to me..."