"I can't do it," John immediately shook his head.

"Then come with me!" the half-faced ghost wasn't surprised.

He was just looking for an excuse to add one more meal to his list.

After all, in Thriller World, humans are a rare delicacy!

Seeing the half-faced ghost stand up, John held the baby with one arm and gripped the Bloodied Bone Mallet tightly with the other.

Suddenly, his shoulder felt heavy.

The manager puppet appeared beside John, looking at the half-faced ghost, and said, "Guest, our Restaurant indeed does not serve human infants as a dish."

The half-faced ghost paused, seemingly not expecting a superior ghost of the Restaurant to speak up for a human!

John was also surprised.

After all, when Asher was taken away, the puppet didn't speak up for him but even offered a membership discount!

Could it be because of his good performance?

Was it this rare occasion of being an outstanding employee that earned him this support?

"The menu doesn't have it, but that doesn't mean it can't be made, right?" the half-faced ghost wasn't ready to let go of his prey, John, and sinisterly chuckled.

"Guest, please don't trouble our staff," the puppet, seeing through the half-faced ghost's intentions, didn't force John to make the dish and continued.

The other half of the half-faced ghost's face suddenly ignited, his intense ghost aura flooding out like a torrent.

"I know the ghost on the second floor of your Restaurant, shall I ask it to come down and have a word with you?"

The half-faced ghost suddenly looked at the puppet with a playful gaze.

The ghost of the second-floor Restaurant?

Hearing this, the puppet suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, the puppet said, "So, you are a friend from the second floor, my apologies for the offense, esteemed guest. You may do as you please with this human."

With that, the puppet turned and vanished without a trace.

"???"

John was dumbfounded.

Damn! How pragmatic could this puppet get?

Just as he was starting to feel a bit of fondness for the puppet, it disappeared in an instant!

"No one can save you, just come with me obediently!" The half-faced ghost's hand turned into sharp claws, reaching for John.

John stepped back, furrowing his brows, about to pull out the Bloodied Bone Mallet, when he suddenly realized the baby girl in his arms was gone.

"Wow, how adorable, human babies are just like little kittens, so lovable!"

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Somehow, the baby had ended up in the arms of a little girl, who was laughing while playfully teasing the baby.

The half-faced ghost narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of surprise, but didn't care.

"Little girl, didn't your mother tell you it's rude to touch other people's food?"

The little girl's attention was entirely on the baby in her arms, not even glancing up at the half-faced ghost: "It's mine now."

The atmosphere in the Restaurant instantly froze.

All the guests were staring at the two Half-ghosts, wisely keeping silent.

The half-faced ghost, however, was unusually excited: "Interesting, you're not old, but you seem quite bold."

"Speaking of which, I've never tasted what a Half-ghost is like!"

The half-faced ghost's face was ferocious, his eyes shining with a mad greed, and his long tongue licked his split lips like a snake.

"You talk too much."

The little girl glanced up.

Then, the half-faced ghost's head flew off.

Immediately after, his body seemed to be sliced by some horrific weapon, covered in dense cuts.

In an instant, it turned into chunks of flesh scattered on the ground!

The eerie scene made the Restaurant even more deathly silent.

Neither humans nor ghosts saw clearly what happened.

John, shocked, noticed the little girl's hair fluttering as if there was a breeze, despite the absence of wind.

He stared at those fluttering strands of hair.

Perhaps because of the Eye of Truth, John suddenly saw the little girl's face turn into a terrifying visage reminiscent of Medusa!

"Uh..."

Even with only his head remaining, the half-faced ghost couldn't see what had happened.

As his head rolled on the ground, seeing his shattered body, his eyes turned blood red staring at the little girl, his voice almost a roar.

"You bastard, you must die today!!"

Crash!!

As his words fell, a dull thud erupted in the Restaurant, followed by the ceiling beginning to shake, numerous cracks appearing, and plaster falling off in chunks.

All the guests turned pale with fright, getting up to leave the Restaurant.

The guest from the second floor were coming down!

The half-faced ghost wasn't joking; he indeed knew the guest from the second floor.

And that guest held a very high status!

At the staircase leading to the second floor, a dense ghost aura emerged, the stair railing visibly decaying at a rapid pace, clearly indicating something terrifying was coming down.

John was astounded.

What kind of monsters were these guests on the second floor?

Such a grand entrance for just coming downstairs?

"I'm just here to eat, what trouble have you brought upon me now?"

A voice resounded in the first-floor Restaurant.

"I just wanted to order a dish, but this vermin wouldn't make it, and this little girl stole my ingredient and destroyed my body!"

The half-faced ghost seemed to be very afraid of the ghost from the second floor, speaking in a panicked tone, trying to appear innocent.

The darkness at the staircase fell silent.

In the Restaurant, all the guests held their breath, not daring to even sigh.

They looked towards the mass of dark aura with fear and humility.

This kind of look, John had seen it before.

It was like how Asher used to look at them.

Soon.

The ghost from the second floor seemed to have made a decision, speaking in a hoarse voice: "This is the last time I'm standing up for you, there won't be a next time."

As the voice faded, a withered large hand reached out directly towards the little girl!

Crash!

The chairs and tables around the little girl were flung aside.

All the guests almost witnessed the scene of the girl being squished into a pulp.

However, the next second, the hand retracted as if electrocuted!

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the little girl, wrapped head to toe in bandages, wearing a suit, and emitting a strange ghost aura all over.

"Miss, are you alright?" the bandaged ghost inquired.

The ghost from the second floor suddenly realized something, its voice deep and carrying a hint of terror: "Who exactly are you?"

The little girl ignored him, holding the baby and smilingly said, "I'll call you Sofia from now on, I'm your sister now, and we have an older sister at home too!"

The little girl's disregard only made the ghost from the second floor more wary, continuing to speak, "I won't interfere with your matters anymore, I apologize for the offense just now!"

"I'll leave right now!"

With that, the dark aura rapidly dissipated, and the ghost from the second floor fled back upstairs.

The little girl signaled the bandaged ghost, who then walked towards the staircase and went up to the second floor.

"See you next time."

The little girl winked at John.

The half-faced ghost with only its head remaining on the ground watched the little girl in horror: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little girl stepped on the head, causing it to burst like a rotten melon, with fragments scattering all around.