"You are... that Luo Xi's female ghost sister, no, that self-proclaimed god..."
"What, I'm not a female ghost, nor am I a self-proclaimed god, I am a real god!"
The pink-haired Lolita, hands on her hips, pouted, "Where is Luo Xi? Hurry up and call him out."
Wei'er's expression turned desolate as she lowered her head.
"He... died."
How long had it been since Luo Xi had died?
She could no longer remember.
Having lost her love and being trapped in this godforsaken place,
If it hadn't been for Grandma Xiya and Grandma Melissa, Wei'er might not have been able to hold on until now, and perhaps she would have chosen to end her own life.
"Died?"
The pink-haired Lolita spoke urgently, "What are you talking about, that trash fish Traveler must still be here; that guy is tough as nails, you all would die but he won't!"
Star Bell had never been so confident about a mortal.
It was just intuition telling her that Luo Xi couldn't possibly have just died like that.
