Clara was stuck to the wall and said dejectedly, "Martin, it's me!"

Martin's face changed. This voice...

"Clara?!"

He quickly got up, wanting to remove Clara from the wall but was afraid of hurting her. His voice was full of helplessness, "You naughty girl, what should we do now?"

Martin regretted it deeply. He had just woken up and didn't recognize the female ghost as Clara. Would she feel pain from that punch?

Their sister was most afraid of pain. She would scream even when getting an IV.

Clara stretched out her hand, "Brother, help me down first..."

It was really strange. She was really stuck to the wall. Haha, it was so much fun.

Martin saw her still laughing, "You're still laughing."

He held Clara's hand and carefully pulled her down. It felt like peeling off a wallpaper from the wall, extremely eerie.

Clara shook her head, and with a "duang" sound, she returned to her original form. She was excited, "Martin, let's do it again?"

Martin remained silent.

Clara smiled, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Martin would be like Jonathan, who felt so sad that he wanted to cry but forced himself to hold it in. It must be very uncomfortable.

She was also uncomfortable, but she wanted everyone to be happy and bid farewell with a wave of her hand.

Martin's heaviness was somewhat relieved by Clara's antics. He asked, "Why did you suddenly come?"

Clara said, "It's the Ghost Festival on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month! Don't you know it's easy to see ghosts during the Ghost Festival?"

The Ghost Festival, when the gates of hell open.

At this time, ghosts with strong resentment are easily visible, either looking for a scapegoat or causing trouble in the mortal world or experiencing the long-lost human life.

"Who knows?" Clara smiled and said, "Martin, you don't seem surprised to see me at all."

Martin looked at her and said warmly, "I've known for a long time."

He just didn't know if he could see her again like this...

Clara suddenly realized and pulled Martin's hand towards the door, "Let's go to the rooftop for a drink, Martin!"

Martin stared at her and replied, "Go ahead."

Clara excitedly went to David's room.

David was silent and didn't like to talk. He always looked like a sulking gourd.

She didn't know if he would be frightened when he saw her.

In David's room, he was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt itchy on his face. He furrowed his brows and opened his eyes...

He saw a female ghost standing at the head of his bed, leaning over towards him...

David remained silent.

It was so weird, he looked at Clara for a while and, for some reason, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Clara, "?"

She opened her mouth but didn't know how to react to David's response.

She cleared her throat and softly called out, "David! David!"

David opened his eyes again, as if he couldn't figure out what was going on and stared at Clara.

Then... he turned over and went back to sleep.

Clara remained silent.

Martin stood at the door, and seeing this, he couldn't help but slightly curve his lips.

Clara asked, "Martin, what's wrong with David?"

Martin lifted his chin and said, "Ask him."

Clara had no choice but to float to the other side and lie on David's bed, calling out, "David! Wake up!"

David suddenly opened his eyes.

This familiar address...

"Clara?!" He quickly sat up, stunned for a moment, "Clara, I just had a dream that a female ghost was at the head of my bed."

Then he seemed to realize something, his pupils shrinking, "Clara?!"

What's going on? He saw Clara? Is the female ghost in front of him Clara??

Clara remained silent.

Wow, his reflex arc... she finally understood how Lucy and Zion got their reflex arcs! Her dad, Mr. Craig, was a very thick-skinned person who often couldn't understand what her mother meant when she spoke, and even when he was asleep, he could turn over and continue sleeping.

As a result, David was the same way, after being buffed by his grandfather and biological father, Zion and Lucy's reflex arcs could travel around the earth three times...

David was afraid that he was dreaming, looked at Martin beside him, and stuttered, "Ma...Martin, Clara, she..."

Martin said, "You're not dreaming."

David suddenly went silent, tightly pursed his lips, and held onto Clara's hand unwilling to let go...

His sister... his sister had come back.

David's eyes quietly turned red.