“Phew…” The magic mirror breathed a long sigh. “As I said, you have already passed two trials.” His gaze shifted slightly, focusing past Feng Bujue to the bathroom door behind him. “And the third… the trial of ‘benevolence,’ is actually very simple. You just need to make a choice.”

“So… what are the options?” Feng Bujue continued the conversation.

“Forgiveness, or slaughter,” the magic mirror replied.

“Can I ask, what are the odds of success if I choose slaughter?” Feng Bujue asked.

“That’s hard to say… after all, they are ghosts with very strong resentment,” the magic mirror said.

“They?” Feng Bujue asked. “There’s more than one?”

The magic mirror replied, “Yes.”

“Then let me ask… how does one ‘forgive’?” Feng Bujue asked.

“That’s what I’m about to tell you,” the magic mirror replied.

Feng Bujue understood… after solving the riddle of the shower curtain and experiencing the mirror’s scare, he could get a hint from the magic mirror. Otherwise, he would have to open the door and fight “them” head-on, triggering the battle directly.

“There are three ghosts outside the door. They are all characters from fairy tales, and they all come from the same story,” the magic mirror said. “In that story, they were all very unpleasant characters. In the end, they all received their just desserts. However, people still hate and despise them, as if their endings were not tragic enough.” The magic mirror paused for a second, then said, “Now, as soon as you open the door behind you, they will appear. At that moment, 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 find a way to point out some of their good qualities and 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 blankly at the mirror, blinked a few times, and then said somewhat woodenly, “Oh.” After he said that, he turned around and silently summoned the [Death Poker]…

Pulling out the latch, unlocking the twist lock, and opening the bathroom door with one hand took him a total of five seconds.

Then, Feng Bujue stepped out.

The lights in the living room were not on, and the curtains were drawn, but with the help of the light coming from inside the bathroom, he could see the surroundings within a certain range.

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 and evil look. On either side of her were the ghosts of two young women, who looked very much like their mother and were both beautiful. But at this moment, each of the two sisters had lost an eye, and bloody filth seeped from the empty sockets, covering their dresses. Moreover, their feet were also deformed and incomplete, dripping blood onto the floor.

The appearances of these three were basically as Jue-Ge imagined, because he clearly remembered… at the end of the story of *Cinderella*, the stepmother’s two daughters, in order to wear the glass slipper, one cut off the big toe of her foot, and the other cut off her heel, and then they 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 Feng Bujue up and down.

“But you’ve dirtied my floor… unforgivable. Die, you bitches!” Feng Bujue suddenly burst forth, and a straight of seven cards from the Death Poker unfolded in his hand, forming an arc of light that slashed out.

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

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

These two monsters attacked and retreated quickly, at an incredibly fast speed, and they could also pass through walls and obstacles. In a matter of tens of seconds, more than a dozen bloody marks appeared on Feng Bujue’s 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 analyzed the situation while dodging. “The living room is not a playground, the space is narrow, and they can constantly enter and exit the walls, which also restricts the remote tracking of the Death Poker… then, there is only…”

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

Chi—

Just two seconds later, a very deep claw mark was left on his back. The 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 very quickly…

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

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

This solid impact caused the ghost to suffer a great deal of damage. For a time, she lost the ability to move at high speed and hung in the air, tottering.

How could Feng Bujue miss this opportunity? He gritted his teeth, using his injured leg to bear the weight of the fall, and then bounced up from the ground with his other leg, each hand holding a poker card, slashing out more than a dozen dazzling rays of light in the air.

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

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

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

In less than a minute, Jue-Ge took care of the monster.

He looked at his condition, considered it for a few seconds, and simply ate a ***-500, resolving all the bleeding and fractures. Then he returned to the bathroom, looked at the magic mirror and said, “Brother benevolently gave them a liberation.”