“Hoo…” the Magic Mirror breathed a long sigh. “As I said before, you have already passed two tests.” His gaze shifted slightly, his eyes focusing past Feng Bujue, falling on the bathroom door. “And the third… the test of ‘Benevolence,’ is actually very simple; you just need to make a choice.”

“So… what are the options?” Feng Bujue followed his words.

“Forgiveness, or slaughter,” the Magic Mirror replied.

“Can I ask first, what are the odds of winning by slaughter?” Feng Bujue asked.

“That’s hard to say… after all, they are all ghosts with strong resentments,” the Magic Mirror said.

“They?” Feng Bujue said, “There’s more than one?”

The Magic Mirror replied, “Yes.”

“Then let me ask… what kind of ‘forgiveness’ are we talking about?” Feng Bujue asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m about to tell you,” the Magic Mirror replied.

Hearing this, Feng Bujue understood… after solving the riddle of the shower curtain and experiencing the fright of the mirror image, he could get a hint from the Magic Mirror. Otherwise, he would have to open the door and fight “them” head-on, directly triggering a battle.

“There are three ghosts outside the door, all of whom are fairy tale characters and come from the same story,” the Magic Mirror said. “In that story, they are all very annoying characters. In the end, they all received their just deserts. However, the world still hates and despises them, as if their endings were not tragic enough.” The Magic Mirror paused for a second and said, “Now, as soon as you open the door behind you, they will appear. At that time, you must immediately say… ‘I don’t hate you.’”

“If I say that, they won’t attack me?” Feng Bujue asked.

“Not for the time being,” the Magic Mirror said. “Next, you have to try to point out some of their good qualities to please them. Make them believe that you have sympathy, not disgust. That way… they will leave.”

“Oh, can I ask who these three are?” Feng Bujue asked again.

“Cinderella’s stepmother, and the stepmother’s two daughters,” the Magic Mirror replied.

Feng Bujue stared at the mirror blankly, blinked a few times, and then said in a somewhat wooden voice, “Oh.” After he finished speaking, he turned around and silently summoned the [Death Poker]…

Pulling the latch, turning the lock, and opening the bathroom door with one hand took him only five seconds.

Then, Feng Bujue stepped out.

The lights in the living room were not on, and the curtains were drawn, but with the light coming from the bathroom, he could see the surroundings to a certain extent.

As soon as Feng Bujue took two steps into the living room, three translucent ghostly figures suddenly appeared.

The female ghost standing in the middle looked to be in her forties. Her appearance was not ugly, but her eyebrows revealed a cunning look. On either side of her were the ghosts of two young women, who looked very much like their mother and were both very beautiful. But at this moment, each of the sisters had lost an eye, and blood oozing from the sockets stained their dresses. Moreover, their feet were also deformed and incomplete, dripping blood onto the floor.

The appearance of these three was basically the same as what Jue-ge had imagined, because he clearly remembered that in the end of the story of Cinderella, the stepmother’s two daughters cut off their big toes and heels in order to fit into the glass slipper, and then had their eyes pecked out by pigeons.

“I don’t hate you,” Feng Bujue said, following the Magic Mirror’s instructions.

Sure enough, the line was like a talisman. After he said it, the female ghosts did not pounce on him, but just stood there, looking him up and down.

“But you dirtied my floor… an unforgivable sin. Die! Bitch!” Feng Bujue suddenly burst into action, and a straight of seven Death Poker cards spread out in his hand, forming a crescent-shaped blade of light.

Relying on this surprise attack, Feng Bujue successfully instantly killed the stepmother’s ghost. But the next step was not so easy for him, after all, he had taken a hammer to the knee…

The next second, the remaining two ghostly figures flew up and darted back and forth. Razor-sharp claws frequently landed on Feng Bujue’s body.

These two monsters attacked and retreated quickly, with an incredible speed, and they could also pass through walls and obstacles. In a few dozen seconds, Feng Bujue had more than a dozen bloody marks on his body. Fortunately, he had Soul Intent, which could minimize fatal injuries, otherwise he would not even have room to maneuver.

“Both are pure spiritual bodies, physical means should be futile…” Feng Bujue dodged while analyzing the situation. “The living room is not a playground, the space is narrow, and they can constantly pass in and out of the walls, which limits the remote tracking of Death Poker… then, there’s only…”

Feng Bujue quickly formulated a strategy in his mind. He slightly changed his standing posture, adopting a half-squat, and focused his attention on one target, completely ignoring the movements of the other ghost.

Shhh—

Just two seconds later, a very deep claw mark was left on his back. The feeling of pain spread quickly, but he had no time to care, just continued to focus on a wall, waiting for the target he was staring at to flash out of the wall.

That moment came quickly…

Suddenly, Feng Bujue stepped on the ground with one leg and charged forward. The [Shield] effect of Death Poker was also activated at this moment. As ten cards disappeared, a golden force field appeared directly in front of Feng Bujue.

The ghost locked on by Feng Bujue had just rushed out of the wall and crashed into a “wall” made of spiritual energy weapons, a wall that she could not pass through…

This solid impact caused considerable damage to the ghost. For a time, she lost the ability to move at high speed and lingered in mid-air as if she were about to fall.

How could Feng Bujue miss this opportunity? He gritted his teeth, used his injured leg to bear the weight of his fall, and then used his other leg to push off the ground and bounce up, each hand holding a card, slashing out more than ten dazzling rays of light in the air.

Before he could finish slashing, the ghost had dissipated and died.

“Done…” Feng Bujue fell again, kneeling on one knee. He instantly opened the game menu for a second, confirmed that he still had 24% of his Survival Value, and then his attention returned to the battle.

The last ghost was no longer a problem. In a one-on-one situation, the other party could not touch Feng Bujue at all, and the ability to pass through walls was useless.

In less than a minute, Jue-ge had cleaned up the monster.

He looked at his condition, considered for a few seconds, and simply ate a piece of Kardinga-500, resolving all the bleeding and fractures. Then he returned to the bathroom, looked at the Magic Mirror and said, “I benevolently gave them a release.”