Chapter 257
Luo Xiuzhu had been only nine when she died, an age when a child still understood very little.
And when children became ghosts, they were only low-level Ghosts. They could barely harm people and might even be afraid of them.
She remained terrified of us even after we softened our voices.
There were wounds all over her body. She had probably been abused often while she was alive.
Everyone in Luo Mansion had bullied her. She was the most pitiful ghost of them all.
Seventh Master asked how she had been killed.
For a ghost, that question was taboo and could easily make one lose control. But this nine-year-old Little Ghost was not capable of doing much even if she did.
Instead, she looked bewildered by his question. Her lips puckered again, as though she were about to cry, and she shook her head at us.
“You… don’t know how you died?” I asked.