The Ghost’s lifeless, deep black eyes stared intently at the Queen Flower Lady, as if trying to bore a hole through her with just a gaze.

The Queen Flower Lady took out a diary.

In an instant, some of the dark aura in the Ghost’s eyes dissipated, but her pupils were still murky.

"Why didn’t you tell me? Even though I’m not a psychiatrist, I could have helped you beat that jerk up to release your anger. You just keep everything bottled up inside, refusing to speak a word, and that’s why you’re getting sick."

"You advised me to let go, saying that everyone must die eventually, that life is full of unpredictable events, and we have to look ahead."

"But what about you? You lost your child, didn’t even want it, and didn’t know of its existence. It can’t be blamed on you, yet you take all the responsibility upon yourself. Why are you so foolish..."

"Every grievance has its source; in the end, it’s all that bastard’s fault!"

"Originally, I thought your obsession was me, but now I realize it’s that child, that lost child."

"Perhaps... I can help you find it."

With the murmur of the Queen Flower Lady, the Ghost’s eyes grew clearer.

She gently floated to the Queen Flower Lady’s side. Although she didn’t know who this person was, she inexplicably felt a sense of closeness and wanted to touch her.

She reached out her hand to touch, but her hand passed through the other person’s body.

She froze for a long time, staring blankly at her hand, then slowly came to understand that she was dead.

A breeze blew through, rifling the pages of the diary.

The Queen Flower Lady continued murmuring to the photograph, oblivious to the diary’s movement. In fact, the diary was being turned by the Ghost.

From the diary, she saw a dialogue between a deranged demon and an angel attempting to persuade the demon.

One moment, it recorded the demon’s ambition to destroy everything; the next, it contained the angel’s words of advice to the demon.

During the severe stages of her illness, she indeed developed a dual personality.

One extremely evil, the other extremely good.

The angel always tried to persuade the demon, yet lost every time due to losing control of the body, helplessly watching the demon commit one bad deed after another.

The friend’s mother returned, and the Queen Flower Lady burned some spirit money, packed away the diary, and took her leave.

As soon as she entered the Ancient Castle, she was met with many eyes with Different Pupils staring at her oddly.

It seemed the Queen Flower Lady realized something and suddenly looked back, "Is that you? Are you by my side?"

"Was this the Evil Spirit from yesterday?"

"It was quite fierce yesterday, what happened today?"

"Its eyes look so clean, like it’s recovered."

Little Taotie shook its head: "She’s still enveloped in black aura."

"Is there black aura?" someone questioned, squinting to look closely.

Some Different Pupils Individuals could distinguish between Evil and vengeful spirits, but most did so by eye color.

If the eyes were all black with no whites, it was basically an Evil Spirit.

If the eyes were gray or white, it was generally a vengeful spirit, but there could be exceptions.

An old man came downstairs and saw this scene, frowning slightly: "What’s going on?"

Someone immediately filled the old man in on yesterday’s events.

The old man coldly said, "Throw it out."

The Exorcist stepped forward, intending to drive the Ghost away.

The Queen Flower Lady became emotional and shouted, "Don’t chase her away! Please, help her! Her obsession isn’t me, it’s that child. Can you help her look for that child?"

The Exorcist frowned, "What child?"

Other Different Pupils colleagues looked around, shaking their heads to indicate they hadn’t seen any sign of a child.

But Little Taotie pointed in one direction: "There’s an egg."