Qiao Sang handed the crystal over.
She didn’t think much of it, simply feeling that it was too tiring for the Ghost Lamp to gather energy, so she decided to help.
She recognized the crystal, it was called the Nether Yang Crystal, and the energy within it had a similar effect to absorbing life energy.
It wasn’t something she learned from school, but rather from a popular film she had watched before.
In the movie, the ghost-type beast Absorb Ghost was the main villain, specialized in absorbing human life energy.
The protagonist managed to survive three times thanks to the Nether Yang Crystal, which left a strong impression on her.
Since the Ghost Lamp had lost its wick, it shouldn’t be able to hold on for long outside, but seeing the Nether Yang Crystal, Qiao Sang had no doubts.
The Ghost Lamp stared at the Nether Yang Crystal in front of it, stunned. The violently flickering flame inside its lampshade dimmed, becoming even smaller than the weak flicker it had at first.
It tried to lift its arms but found it had no strength.
The Ghost Lamp wanted to lift its head but couldn’t move it, so it could only look up at the human in front of it with its eyes.
Qiao Sang was slightly startled and placed the Nether Yang Crystal into its mouth.
She couldn’t understand what the Ghost Lamp was saying, but she could keenly sense what it was trying to express.
At this moment, Little Treasure floated over.
Seeing that the Ghost Lamp wasn’t attacking his Beastmaster, he floated beside it and curiously sniffed.
The scent of death was strong, even heavier than the human lying upstairs...
Little Treasure suddenly felt hungry, skillfully removing his ring and taking out some milk to drink.
After swallowing the Nether Yang Crystal, the Ghost Lamp tried to move but found it still couldn’t. It had no choice but to lie motionless on the ground.
“You must be the pet beast of the old lady in apartment 702 upstairs, right?” Qiao Sang, seeing the Ghost Lamp unable to move, started a conversation.
Although she had found the Ghost Lamp, it was the middle of the night, and considering the old lady’s age, barely hanging on with the wick, Qiao Sang decided to wait until morning, when the old lady woke up, to find her.
Anyway, the Ghost Lamp was so weak right now, and with Yabao and Little Treasure around, she wasn’t worried about it running away.
If she could talk it into returning willingly, that would be even better. In its current state, she was afraid it might fall apart if they had to fight again.
The Ghost Lamp’s body stiffened at her words.
“The old lady misses you very much. You must miss her too, right?” Qiao Sang continued.
The flame inside the Ghost Lamp wavered.
“Life, aging, illness, and death are normal. By using your wick to sustain her life, turning yourself into this state, she wouldn’t be happy.”
As Qiao Sang finished speaking, the Ghost Lamp suddenly lifted its head as if it had regained some strength. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel✶fire.net
It couldn’t understand how this human knew about the wick.
“Go see her. Spend the last moments together.” Qiao Sang sighed.
She meant it. In her view, rather than dragging on for a few more days, it was better to spend the final moments with loved ones by your side.
Little Treasure blinked as he drank his milk, glancing back and forth between his Beastmaster and the Ghost Lamp, confused. He didn’t understand.
The Ghost Lamp understood.
They were here to capture it.
Over the past few days, it had evaded several people, knowing its own Beastmaster had sent them to find it.
Looking at the human in front of it, its vision began to blur again. When it refocused, the figure seemed to merge with the image of its Beastmaster from years ago.
“Ghost Lamp, from now on, I’ll call you Spirit. Whenever I want something, I’ll make a wish to you. How does that sound?”
The Ghost Lamp snapped back to reality.
It couldn’t be captured yet.
Seeing that the Ghost Lamp didn’t respond, Qiao Sang thought it hadn’t heard her and was about to speak again.
But in the next second, she noticed it staring at her, its eyes slowly turning purple.
Qiao Sang froze, and before she could react, a familiar figure blocked her view.
It was Little Treasure.
Little Treasure felt dizzy. When he regained his clarity, he found his Beastmaster bending over and smiling at him.
Little Treasure excitedly pounced forward, his Beastmaster was okay!
But then he froze. What had he just said? Lamp?
“Ghost Lamp, from now on, I’ll call you Spirit. Whenever I want something, I’ll make a wish to you. How does that sound?” His Beastmaster smiled as she spoke.
Little Treasure was confused. Wasn’t he called the Little Treasure? Was his name about to change?
He became even more confused because he realized he had just nodded and responded uncontrollably.
Qiao Sang laughed, closing her eyes and crossing her hands over her chest.
“I wish to become a professional Beastmaster and take Spirit to explore the world and compete in regional tournaments.”
Little Treasure blinked. He had no objection to this wish, but could she stop calling him Spirit? He still liked the name Little Treasure better.
“Spirit, you agreed.” Qiao Sang opened her eyes and smiled.
Little Treasure blinked again.
Oh no, his Beastmaster couldn’t understand what he was saying anymore.
Qiao Sang happily lifted him over her head.
Little Treasure’s eyes widened because he saw a mirror behind his Beastmaster, reflecting his current appearance.
In West Ying Community.
Qiao Sang picked up Little Treasure, relieved to see him only sleeping.
She hadn’t expected the Ghost Lamp to be too weak to stand but still strong enough to use skills.
Qiao Sang felt a bit guilty, blaming herself for letting her guard down.
Fortunately, the Ghost Lamp had only used hypnosis, and Little Treasure would wake up soon enough.
Qiao Sang looked at the Ghost Lamp, which was lying motionless on the ground.
“You know, even if I were hypnotized, what good would it do? You can’t even move.”
The Ghost Lamp just stared at her, saying nothing.
Qiao Sang’s eyelids twitched, suddenly feeling less safe.
Little Treasure was under hypnosis, Yabao was asleep, and what if the Ghost Lamp tried something again?
Holding Little Treasure, Qiao Sang took a step back and quickly moved to where Yabao was sleeping, frantically shaking him with one hand.
“Yabao! Wake up! If you don’t wake up, Water Luiana will come and spray you with water!”
Yabao smiled in his sleep, clearly having a pleasant dream.
Sleeping like that, no wonder Water Luiana always won...
"Spirit, I’m sorry. It’s my fault you got hurt this badly.”
Little Treasure, watching someone who looked just like his Beastmaster hugging him and crying, wanted to say he was fine, but his mouth wouldn’t form words.
His eyes closed involuntarily, and when they opened again, he found himself in a different place.
This time, he seemed to be lying on a bed, with everything around him white.
The person who looked like his Beastmaster sat nearby, visibly thinner.
“Let’s not go to the Secret Realm anymore. I’ve thought about it; There’s nothing really interesting outside.”
“Spirit, I don’t want to take risks anymore. I want to settle down.”