Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Beneath her long hair, her face was dominated by a pair of eerie, all-white eyes, constantly weeping tears of bright red blood.

“You… can you see me?”

“Heh, a reversal of fortune.”

Nightstar chuckled and, in a movement too fast for Toma and Saya sitting on the sofa to follow, instantly dashed to the piano.

“Bang!”

Nightstar directly grabbed the female ghost's neck with one hand, slamming her against the living room wall.

At that moment, the oppressive aura he usually concealed, an aura that was like a natural enemy to evil spirits and ghosts, causing them to feel intense fear in their bones, burst forth without restraint.

The red-clothed female ghost, who had been baring her fangs and brandishing her claws, instantly became much more docile.

Toma and Saya didn't understand what had happened.

She only knew that Nightstar had suddenly flashed in front of the piano, and then, with a single hand in a grasping motion, pinned something to the wall.

“Behave yourself.”

The red-clothed female ghost felt the increasing pressure on her neck and immediately stopped struggling.

She had realized it.

Compared to the human in front of her, she was nothing.

“That's the way.”

Nightstar revealed a kind smile, speaking gently.

“You can talk, right?”

The red-clothed female ghost didn't dare hesitate, nodding her head like a chick pecking at rice.

“Yes, yes, I can.”

“Good.”

Nightstar smiled with satisfaction.

“I ask, you answer, understand?”

“Understand, understand, understand, please ask anything.”

“Why are you playing the piano in someone else's house?”

Hearing this question, the red-clothed female ghost wore a pitiful expression.

“This was originally my piano.”

“Hey, are you talking back?”

Nightstar frowned slightly, first releasing the red-clothed female ghost, then coaxing her gently.

“You're a ghost now, you don't have any personal property rights, understand?”

The red-clothed female ghost was stunned.

What he said seemed to make sense.

“But… this was originally my piano.”

“Look at what you're saying.”

Nightstar waved his hand, patting the red-clothed female ghost's shoulder with a serious expression.

“You know the law of conservation of matter, right?”

“I've heard of it.”

“That's the end of it then. If we really want to talk about it, everything in this world has been owned by someone else before. This piano used to be yours, but that doesn't mean it's yours now. If we all followed that rule, what would living people use? Don't you think so?”

“Ah, this…”

The red-clothed female ghost was speechless.

She really hadn't expected that.

As a fierce ghost, she would one day be talked down to by a human.

And she couldn't even refute it.

Nightstar's sudden lecture wasn't just random madness.

While saying these words, he was carefully observing the red-clothed female ghost's expression.

From the other party's eyes…

Oh, the red-clothed female ghost only had white eyes, so you couldn't see her expression.

Judging from the details of her body language and the way she frowned in thought, this female ghost wasn't the kind of evil spirit that held great hostility towards humans.

Although she was dressed scarily, she should only be considered a ghost.

She just wanted to play the piano, what was wrong with that!

Of course, Nightstar wasn't dwelling on this, but changed the subject.

“Then the next question, why did you ask me if I could see you? Were you intending to harm me?”

The red-clothed female ghost had a tearful expression.

“No, big brother, the reason I asked if you could see me was because I had something I wanted to say to that girl.”

“Oh, that's what it is.”

Just as the red-clothed female ghost thought that Nightstar was going to apologize next, she heard him, with a righteous look, taking the lead in finding fault.

“Then why didn't you say so earlier? It's all your fault.”

The red-clothed female ghost was about to cry.

What kind of person was this?

I only had time to say one sentence before you pinned me to the wall.

And now, it's become my problem?

That's what she was thinking, but in the face of the oppressive aura emanating from Nightstar, the red-clothed female ghost could only lower her head, saying sincerely.

“I'm sorry, I was wrong.”

Being able to yield and stretch is the mark of a hero among ghosts.

“A sincere attitude, worthy of praise.”

After praising her, Nightstar immediately asked.

“So, what do you want to say to her? She can't see you or hear you, I can relay it for you.”

Speaking of this topic, the red-clothed female ghost's previous timid and fearful appearance instantly vanished without a trace.

She stood up and pointed to the piano in front of her.

“It's hard to describe with words alone. How about this, let her play the piece I just played once, and I'll talk while she plays.”

“Okay.”

Nightstar waved to Toma and Saya, who were still sitting on the sofa.

“Come here, play a tune for master.”

Toma and Saya narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her beautiful eyes.

“Are you treating me like a performer?”

Although she said that, Toma and Saya still obediently stood up, walked to the piano, sat down, and gently placed her slender, white fingers on the distinct black and white keys.

This was Toma and Saya.

Besides being proud and aloof, there was another attribute that could not be ignored.

Commonly known as a loyal dog.

No matter what the reason, even if there was no reason at all, as long as Nightstar wanted to listen, she was willing to play for him.

As Toma and Saya's knuckles bent slightly, the melodious music spread throughout the living room.

Nightstar only thought it sounded good.

After all, he couldn't play the piano, his main job was playing the suona.

But as the saying goes.

The layman watches the excitement, the expert watches the details.

The red-clothed female ghost, also a piano player, kept her eyes fixed on Toma and Saya's hands.

She watched the fingerings with which the other party pressed the keys, and couldn't help but frown, subconsciously reaching out to correct Toma and Saya's movements.

As a result, she only passed straight through Toma and Saya's white hands.

Seeing the red-clothed female ghost cast a pleading look, Nightstar already understood what she meant.

He reached out to Toma and Saya, placing his hand on her slender right hand on the keys, lingering there, and asked softly.

“Is it okay?”

Toma and Saya was stunned, even stopping her piano playing.

After hesitating for a long time, she nervously pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

“Yeah, it's okay.”

Only after placing his hand on the back of Toma and Saya's hand, feeling her slightly trembling slender jade fingers, and that slightly cool, yet soft and smooth, irresistible touch, did Nightstar remember something.

Toma and Saya couldn't hear the red-clothed female ghost speaking.

In her eyes, it was as if she was playing, and Nightstar suddenly reached over, wanting to touch her hand, and even specifically asked.

In this situation, Toma and Saya actually replied, it's okay.

Meaningful, truly meaningful.

Chapter 096 Toma and Saya's complex inner thoughts, a straightforward offensive without cooling down

“The hand should be placed like this…”

The red-clothed female ghost couldn't touch Toma and Saya, so she could only show the posture and let Nightstar correct Toma and Saya's piano playing posture.

At this time, Toma and Saya looked calm.

In reality, she felt that her body had stiffened.

Not to mention having physical contact with a man.

From the start of the semester until now, Toma and Saya had basically only spoken to Nightstar.

In Class A, she could only remember three people.

Besides Nightstar, there was also Yui Yuigahama and Miko Yotsuya.

This was only because those two girls had formed a club with Nightstar, otherwise she wouldn't have remembered them.

Toma and Saya's mind was blank, and she didn't know where to put her hands…

Oh, her hand was in Nightstar's hand.

Then never mind.

“Yes, like this, the middle finger and ring finger, separate them by about three millimeters…”

The red-clothed female ghost swept away her previous timid appearance, speaking very seriously.

Under Nightstar's guidance, Toma and Saya suddenly came back to her senses.

“This is… are you correcting my playing posture?”

“It's not me.”

Nightstar didn't take credit for it, smiling.

“It's that female ghost who watches you play the piano every day, and even plays it herself.”

“F-female… ghost?”