William Clark's eyelashes were thick and long, his eye shape was stunningly beautiful, and when he looked at him quietly, he seemed pure and innocent.

"?"

No reaction?

Alice Carter felt his acting skills and identity had been insulted.

Gritting his teeth, he simply grabbed his hair a couple of times, letting his messy long hair fall forward.

With blue ghostly flames above his head, he braced both hands on the table, imitating Sadako as he leaned in.

Logically, this scene should have been terrifying: the ghostly blue fire illuminating the boy's grim, pale face, hair disheveled, leaning forward—he truly looked like a vengeful spirit come to claim a life. At the same time, Alice Carter didn't forget to let out a creepy laugh, dragging his voice hoarsely: "Don't you want to know your fate? Well, out of the kindness of my heart, I'll tell you—your fate is to be—uh,"

His voice got stuck, feeling something cold lift his chin.

It was a bone flute, made entirely of white bone and gleaming with a bloody sheen. The bone flute lifted his chin, its tip pressing against his throat and Adam's apple, sending a chill straight to his bones. Alice Carter froze completely.

The hand holding the bone flute was beautiful, slender as jade, the movement both playful and elegant.

William Clark leaned in, carrying a deep, cool, decadent scent. One hand held the flute, the other propped up his face, and he faced Alice Carter directly. Black hair flowed, their faces close together. He smiled, "And what will you do to me?"

"..." Alice Carter's vicious, ferocious glare almost broke—he was about to crack.

William Clark's malice deepened, smiling as he gently blew a breath, parting the hair in front of Alice Carter's face, revealing a stunned, stiff expression.

That breath made Alice Carter's scalp tingle, and with a crash, he fell off the table.

"Host!" The system, which had been playing dead, finally found its voice, pouncing on his face in panic, trying to see if he was okay.

Alice Carter hit the ground headfirst, seeing stars. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, but before he could go settle the score with William Clark, that maniac had already stood up slowly, barefoot, and walked over to him. His robe was woven from shark silk, draped with a sheer, cold white gauze. William Clark half-squatted down, suddenly chuckling, "Has that madwoman Yan Lanyu gotten so desperate she can summon evil spirits now?"

Alice Carter pushed his hair aside, meeting his gaze coldly.

William Clark added maliciously, "Does she know the evil spirit she summoned is this useless?"

Alice Carter: Damn.

The system, seeing he was about to explode, immediately pounced on his chest: "Host, calm down, host, calm down!"

William Clark didn't bother with more words, his dark eyes as shallow as thin ice, smiling faintly.

"I doubt Yan Lanyu has that kind of ability. Who are you?"

Alice Carter was fuming, and blurted out without thinking, "I'm your father."

But this time he reacted especially fast, knowing that bone flute in William Clark's hand could deal with him, so as soon as he finished speaking, he "fled like a fire rat."

In a flash, he floated up to sit atop the screen, rolling his eyes down at him.

William Clark looked up at him from where he stood, expression indifferent.

Alice Carter, looking down from above, said smugly, "Stunned, aren't you? You're human, I'm a ghost. Sure, I can't touch you, but you can't threaten me either." He thought for a moment, then added viciously, "Let me tell you, I'm the retribution for all your evil deeds. You've killed so many people, it's only right that a vengeful ghost haunts you. For the next six months, don't even think about getting rid of me!"

After hearing this, a faint smile slowly appeared on William Clark's face—no anger, no mockery, no amusement.

Pure and clean, just the clear, innocent smile of a fifteen-year-old boy.

His eyes were innocent as he softly repeated, "Haunted by a vengeful ghost?"

"That's right." The evil ghost Alice Carter instantly regained his villainous composure, giving a sinister smile. To avoid his dimples showing and looking foolish, he twisted his expression awkwardly: "From today on, I'll stay by your side day and night, sucking your yang energy, until you waste away and die."

William Clark said nothing.

Alice Carter thought he was scared, and, being the genius he was, added mysteriously, "Of course, it's not like there's no way out. You can save yourself too."

As long as you stop killing people and do more good deeds.

But he left it at that, stopping with the air of a master, eagerly waiting for William Clark to ask, "How do I save myself?"

However, this young emperor didn't play by the rules at all. William Clark let out a snort, ignored him, and suddenly started... undressing.

U-Undressing?!

Alice Carter: "???" I'm a vengeful ghost in your room, can you show me some damn respect?

The boy's slender, jade-like hands slipped off the outer gauze, untied his belt, and casually swept his jet-black hair behind his ear. From his perch atop the screen, Alice Carter could see William Clark's collarbone, a beautiful arc like white jade—stunningly attractive.

But as a straight guy, he couldn't appreciate this kind of beauty.

Alice Carter swallowed his anger: "Did you understand what I meant?"

William Clark replied carelessly, "Mm."

Alice Carter exploded, "Then what are you doing?"

William Clark glanced up at him indifferently, as if it were obvious: "Undressing to go to sleep, of course."

Alice Carter was shocked: "You're being haunted by a vengeful ghost and about to die, do you even realize that?"

William Clark thought seriously for a moment, his beautiful peach blossom eyes smiling as he looked at him: "I know. So, are you going to haunt me even when I sleep?"

Alice Carter choked on his words, roaring, "Haunt my ass! In your dreams!"