William Clark said lazily, "I never have dreams like that."

After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and his lips curled ambiguously as he said nonchalantly, "That's for the best. After all, you know, I have some special preferences in bed."

Alice Carter: "..." Damn system, you really are screwing me over!

Sensing the host's low mood, the system almost wished it could faint on the spot in his hand.

William Clark was wearing snow-white sleepwear, his black hair reaching his waist, and he walked barefoot toward the bed.

Alice Carter got angry just looking at him, turned around, and wanted to jump out the window and leave—wide world, free to roam.

However, the system grabbed the corner of his clothes and, mustering up some courage, whispered, "Um... Host, right now your soul is bound to William Clark, you can't go more than a hundred meters away from him."

Alice Carter glared at him coldly, wanting to strangle this utterly useless, troublemaking fireball to death.

The system saw his intention and dashed away in a flash.

Alice Carter didn't chase after it. He floated down from the screen and sat at the desk.

Incense was burning in the room, the firelight dim and soft.

In fact, he didn't really hate or dislike William Clark; at most, he was just embarrassed and annoyed at failing to play ghost tricks. But when he thought about how he and the system had badmouthed him right in front of him, he realized he had no real reason to be mad, so he just held it in.

Alice Carter felt he needed to talk to him. "Hey, stop right there."

William Clark completely ignored him.

Alice Carter irritably tugged at his messy hair and said, "I'm not lying to you anymore, let's have a proper talk."

William Clark replied coldly, "I don't want to talk to you."

Alice Carter was stunned. "Aren't you curious about what we were just talking about?"

William Clark smiled, innocent and pure: "To be honest, not curious at all."

Alice Carter was shocked.

This... this was not what he expected.

William Clark didn't seem interested in explaining either. His fair fingers flicked the lamp by the bed, and as the room darkened, he lowered his lashes like crow feathers, as if he really was tired, and lay down to sleep with his eyes closed.

Alice Carter: "..."

Alice Carter sat at the desk and carefully recalled his conversation with William Clark.

He finally figured out some logic. So—after using the bone flute to test that his presence wasn't dangerous, William Clark just started ignoring him? Even though the system had just said a bunch of things that could be considered secrets of heaven, even involving William Clark's own fate, he wasn't interested at all?

Unbelievable.

Alice Carter couldn't help himself. He floated over and, looking at the coldly sleeping face in the vast moonlight, whispered, "Even though I was pretending to be a ghost earlier, what the system said is true. It's basically a secret about the future. Don't you really want to know?"

This ghost was actually pretty interesting.

William Clark slowly opened his eyes, a deep, bloody glint of killing intent flashing in his dark pupils, hidden deep inside. He smiled and said, "If I were curious, would you tell me?"

Alice Carter was at a loss for words.

He had a vague bad feeling—was he being lured in? Was this a trap?

William Clark could see his thoughts at a glance and gave a cryptic smile. He picked up the bone flute from beside his pillow and gently tapped Alice Carter's face with it, his voice cold: "Qianji Tower divines my fate for me every year. Burned alive, drowned, cut to pieces—a different death every year. According to you, I die for love?"

His icy breath fell on Alice Carter's ear as he laughed, "That's not so bad. At least before I die, I get to taste the seven emotions and six desires."

Alice Carter was stunned by the flute, and blurted out, "That's not what I meant. If you know the future, you..." Maybe you could avoid that ending.

William Clark gave a half-smile, his voice light and teasing: "Do you believe that if I kill Henry Foster tomorrow, the future you predicted will disappear?"

Alice Carter: "..."

3. Zhaixing Tower (Part Three)

Alice Carter ran out, grabbed the system hiding behind a red pillar, and got straight to the point: "I want to hear William Clark's ending now! Hurry up, tell me everything right now!"

The system instantly brightened, excited: "Host, you've changed your mind?"

"No." Alice Carter's face twisted with anger. "I just want to know what happens to that bastard after acting so arrogant."

System: "..."

The two of them sat down on the ground.

The system's ghostly blue flame swayed in the night breeze. It thought seriously and said, "Host, do you know why we need to find someone to replace William Clark?"

Alice Carter answered without thinking, "Afraid he'll kill your protagonist?"

The system stammered guiltily, "He's not... not that scary."

The system said, "William Clark has to fall in love with the protagonist in the later stages, and die for him by giving up his heart. But the original's personality is too unpredictable, too many variables, so we wanted to pull in another soul to play out the plot instead."

"The soul that got pulled in" Alice Carter said coolly, "Oh, good thing I didn't agree to help you."

The system got even more guilty: "Actually, the later plot is pretty easy to follow. Oh, and I didn't tell you everything about Henry Foster's identity. Besides being a young prince of Liang, he's also a pure-blooded merman."

Alice Carter was stunned. "A pure-blooded merman?"