128: You should go to sleep after get off work.

"Boss, why didn't you ask me to do it?"

After Goethe returned to the castle, Li Zhou was about to leave when he happened to see the Red Spirit coming back after throwing away her pants.

Apparently, the Red Spirit had heard his conversation with Goethe just now.

At this moment, she was pouting, her face full of grievance.

"Uh, for such a small matter, you don't need to get involved, do you?"

Although the Red Spirit had always appeared harmless, Li Zhou would not be deceived by her appearance.

She was a genuine Red-Clothed Vengeful Spirit, and her horror level was one tier higher than Goethe's.

What if that murderer really came to the Haunted House and was then seen by the Red Spirit?

Li Zhou was afraid he would be scared to death directly.

"What do you mean, I don't need to get involved?"

"I'm also a member of the Haunted House."

"I don't care, Boss, you can't be biased!"

The Red Spirit shook her head, not giving up.

Heaven knows how bored she had been during this time.

Fortunately, she had already reached the Red-Clothed level and could completely control her resentment.

Otherwise, the Haunted House would have been overturned by her long ago.

"Uh, well then."

Seeing the Red Spirit say that, Li Zhou could only secretly mourn for that murderer in advance.

He hoped that guy wouldn't be so foolish as to come here.

It would be best if he peacefully surrendered or was caught by Chen Chuan first.

After showing the Red Spirit the photo, Li Zhou did not forget to instruct, "Remember, if you really see him, you must leave him alive."

"His life is not for you to take."

Worried that the Red Spirit would go too far, Li Zhou emphasized it again.

Looking at his serious expression, the Red Spirit put away the smile on her face and said earnestly, "Boss, don't worry."

"From the day you recruited me, my life and death belong to the Haunted House's ghosts."

"If you tell me to go west, I will never go east!"

The Red Spirit was not lying.

She, like Goethe and the zombie, greatly needed fright value.

Although she could suppress the resentment in her heart, with the passage of time, the resentment would one day break through her suppression.

At that time, her sanity would disappear, and she would completely turn into a Red-Clothed Vengeful Spirit with monstrous resentment.

What awaited her was either divine thunder judgment or being suppressed by some master.

There was no doubt that in the vast land of China, talented people emerged in droves.

She, who had previously performed in front of hundreds of thousands of netizens with the help of the Energetic Young Man, had actually been targeted.

If it weren't for Chen Ze and Li Zhou simultaneously releasing clarification videos, plus the methods she used were merely to scare people and not harmful, those who targeted her would not have bothered.

Otherwise, those who came to the Haunted House would not have been police officers with guns, but old Taoist priests carrying peach wood swords.

The Red Spirit seemed to have a great love for playing, but she was not stupid.

She would not take Li Zhou's instructions lightly.

"It's good that you know."

Looking at the Red Spirit's serious expression, Li Zhou felt relieved and nodded.

"Alright, it's getting late, I'm going to rest too."

"That's all for now."

After speaking, Li Zhou put away his phone and turned to leave.

The Red Spirit stood still, watching him until he disappeared from sight before retracting her gaze.

Looking at the castle in front of her, her eyes suddenly darted, as if she had thought of something.

Taking two steps forward, the Red Spirit extended her jade hand and gently knocked on the castle's main door.

She didn't wait long, and soon, Goethe's figure reappeared.

Looking down at the Red Spirit in front of him, Goethe's eyes, as usual, showed no human emotions.

"What is it?"

Concise and to the point, he asked directly.

"You heard what the Boss just said, didn't you?"

Looking at Goethe, who was several heads taller than her, the Red Spirit's face once again showed a smile.

By her reckoning, this was their first conversation.

"What is it?"

Hearing the Red Spirit's words, Goethe still uttered three cold words.

Although he could tell that the woman in front of him was not simple, he had no interest in talking more with her.

The only person in the entire Haunted House he cared about was Li Zhou.

Uh, no, that's not right.

Now he also had to add a little girl.

During his time in the castle, he had become familiar with that little one, Ellie.

Now, except for Li Zhou and Ellie, everyone else in his eyes was no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"What a blockhead!"

"Even more dull than that zombie guy!"

The Red Spirit looked at the expressionless Goethe and pouted.

If Li Zhou hadn't instructed that employees shouldn't fight among themselves, she would definitely let him know what politeness and gentlemanliness were.

Shaking her head, she leaned closer and said again, "I'm very interested in this guy."

"If he enters your territory then, can you let me handle it?"

Players who came to the Haunted House now had only two choices.

One was to go to the physical venues, and the second was to enter the castle.

If the guy in the photo really came to the Haunted House and entered the castle.

It would be difficult for her to act.

Now, apart from Li Zhou, the castle had practically become Goethe's territory.

If he didn't agree, the Red Spirit couldn't force her way in.

"The Boss didn't instruct it."

Hearing the Red Spirit's words, Goethe finally changed his sentence.

However, there was still no emotional fluctuation, just like a cold machine.

"But the Boss didn't specifically say who had to act!"

"Can't you be a little flexible?"

The Red Spirit pouted again and spoke.

However, this time Goethe did not speak.

He looked down at the Red Spirit, his eyes calm, unfathomable like an abyss.

The atmosphere became cold.

The Red Spirit raised her head, her beautiful eyes locking directly with Goethe's gaze.

For a moment, the two just looked at each other, neither speaking.

Gradually, the Red Spirit was the first to be unable to hold back.

Her red dress began to flutter without wind, and strands of eerie patterns gradually emerged.

At the same time, her eyeballs began to enlarge, gradually covering her entire eye sockets.

Her completely black eyes revealed extreme evil, sending shivers down one's spine.

Goethe watched her transformation, his expression still unchanged.

Only the chainsaw in his hand moved almost imperceptibly.

At the same time, a crimson glow began to gradually spread in his eyes.

Deep within the Hundred Ghosts Cemetery, the zombie, who had just lain back in its coffin to rest, suddenly opened its eyes.

Sitting up, it turned its head to look in the direction of the castle, a hint of human-like confusion flashing in its dark eyes.

What's going on?

Why do these two seem like they're about to fight?

Should it go tell the Boss?

Going up to mediate was definitely not an option; whether it was Goethe or the Red Spirit, the zombie knew it couldn't beat either of them, and going up would probably only result in a beating.

The only way was to inform the Boss.

But, if it snitched, would the Red Spirit cause trouble for it afterward?

The zombie's not-so-bright mind uncharacteristically thought of the consequences it would face after snitching.

After hesitating for a moment, it finally lay back down.

Forget it, it couldn't afford to offend anyone, so pretending not to see was fine.

The Boss was so wise, he probably already knew, so there was no need for it to inform him.

Thinking this, the zombie closed its eyes, no longer overthinking.

Less trouble is better than more trouble; when off work, it's time to sleep!