Bounettani seemed to be talking to the ghost, because she was facing her eyes. When Marceau saw her, she also noticed Marceau. She first widened her eyes, then shook her head with a frown.

But the ghost seemed to notice her expression, and it turned its head.

Yes, I turned my head and didn't move below my neck.

Marceau wanted to kill all the engineers of Cambrian at the first time - isn't this Enxi the one who is this?!

Some people have really never experienced the helplessness and pain when fate pinched the back of the neck. It seems that they really want to die once.

"Masuo!" Enxi greeted Masuo happily.

"Who are you?" Marceau asked, looking at the ghost in front of him.

"I am Eun-hee." The ghost girl in front of her happily turned her body. She opened her hands as if she was asking for a hug from Marceau.

"You are not, the Eun-hee I know will always look like when I was six years old, you are not her." Marceau shook his head, knowing that the girl in front of him was Eun-hee, even though he knew that the sign-like squinting eyes were.

But she, not her... could never be.

"I'm!" The ghost girl pursed her mouth and retorted.

"My Eun-hee will always live in my heart. You are really not Eun-hee, and you can't even be her shadow." Marceau stood there unmovedly.

The ghost girl in front of her began to cry, and Marceau smiled at Bounettani: "Silly girl, why don't you leave soon."

Bounettani obviously didn't understand, but she still ran away with her head covering her head - she was an obedient and sensible girl.

The ghost girl cried, and her appearance began to change, with silver hair flowing like snow on the surface; the originally beautiful long skirt seemed to have been over for too long; the beautiful little red leather shoes seemed to be able to flow out something ink.

"I'm really Eun-hee, why don't you believe me, Marceau?" She cried, her voice becoming hoarse.

Marceau smiled. Although she laughed worse than crying and did not answer, the No. 5 Holy Water that opened the block was poured into her mouth through her left hand.

"Why, I came to see you, why don't you believe me?" She wept, and there was a red soul fire rolling between her fingers covering her face.

Marceau pursed his lips, and the soul stone on his right hand turned into ashes when the blessings came, protecting his master from any influence of his mind.

"Masso, Marso, why don't you smile at me..." The ghost girl choked and put down her hands, and the girl's empty eyes were bleeding and tears. She was asking a question, just as she was waiting for an answer.

Marceau was silent, finally shook his head, looked at the ghost with red light in front of him and answered: "You are not Enxi, why should I smile at you?"

Yes, why do I smile at you? You are just an illusion of the past composed of mechanical intelligence, just looking at a monster that looks like her.

My smile is only revealed to my lover and friends. You are not the former, nor the latter. So how can you force it?

The banshee's howl transformed into earth elements to block the ghost's howl. Marceau subconsciously wanted to make a pre-control attack when the ghost disappeared, but when he swung to the weak hemisphere on the left, he was forced to change his velocity and slash into blocking, holding up the long sword protruding from the void.

"It must be something wrong there." The ghost girl finished speaking with a long sword expressionless face, and disappeared directly into Marceau's vision the next moment.

Three attack paths, behind, above the head, and on the ground.

Removing the state of the earth element incarnation, Maso, who had rushing away from the original place, turned his head and saw that the long sword falling from the air and its owner were already standing in the position where he was standing. The revolver pointed at her and pulled the trigger. The ghost blocked the bullet with his long sword. The blessed bullet could not even break through the body of the sword.

"...You are not Marceau!" As if you discovered something, the red soul fire in the ghost girl's eyes burned even more vigorously. She looked at Marceau and opened her mouth with sharp teeth: "It must be like this, you are just a monster that has changed into Marceau!"

It was you who turned into a monster.

Looking at the girl in her eyes, Marceau showed sadness for the first time.

The obscured past and the rewritten memories eventually turned into memories of the third brother who would no longer grow up among the three sisters of the Lin family. But even so, the memories of her were still tampered with. The most beautiful Eun-hee in his memory was the girl who always likes to squint her eyes and always waits for the answer in anxiety and cramping.

It's not the ghost in front of me who is no longer a human form.

"Kill you!" She hissed, and the next second the sword had already approached Marceau.

The long sword is straight, with a gun as the arm, and the confrontation between the blade and the blade is fleeting, and Mars and negative energy are scattered in the air.

The girl turned around waved her sword, and the sword in Marceau's hand blocked her movement route with it.

The ghost girl flipped, and she kicked Marceau's head.

For ordinary humans, her attack speed is like a rainstorm, impeccable. In the eyes of a kitten like Marceau, it was just a pleasing attack. So at the moment when both sides intersected, the revolver in Marceau pointed at the girl's head and pulled the trigger.

The long sword fell to the ground, lost its restraint, turned into negative energy, and finally disappeared into the air.

The girl with a hole in her head tilted her head and stared at Marceau silently, while Marceau shook her head: "You are not Eun-hee, not from the beginning. My Eun-hee will stay forever that afternoon, and you... are just a monster."

The girl was silent, no longer complaining, no longer crying, she turned around and took two steps, and then began to spontaneously burn.

The bullet of blessing destroyed her ghost body, and the sacred positive energy began to occupy the upper hand in the confrontation with her. In the final spontaneous combustion, she turned her head and reached out to Marceau.

For some reason, Marceau didn't want to step forward, but the kitten, who was instinctively manipulated, finally put away his weapon, walked forward, and held the little hand.

It is cold and unable to feel the temperature of life, which is different from the little hands that were once held by myself and gradually cold.

"I……"

"Good night."

Marceau stretched out his hand, stroked the girl who had burned herself in the holy flame, and then grabbed it hard. She had already disintegrated and finally turned into a pile of ashes and fell from Marceau's hand to the ground.

Turning around and looking at Bounettani at the end of the trenches, Masso smiled: "What's wrong, you look like a hamster."

"She really said that her name was Eun-hee and said she was coming to find you." Bounettani stood up.

"But she is really not Eun-hee, and I have you." Marceau walked towards Bounettani, and he stretched out his hand and carried the girl into his arms: "Welcome back."
Chapter completed!