Li Banfeng had completely forgotten about the Short Knife. He was currently sitting at the doorway of the main house, muttering to himself.
The Phonograph didn't kill me; she must still have some fondness for me.
But when she suddenly started singing, it was quite frightening.
Frightening? She sings beautifully.
No matter how well she sings, it's futile if one day she devours you without leaving behind a single bone.
If she wanted to eat me, she would have done so already. She probably doesn't like to eat the living.
What if one day she changes her taste? If she gets angry and roasts you till you're crispy on the outside but tender inside, she'll consume you, soul and all, leaving not even scraps behind!
You're just heartless. The Phonograph has protected you from the beginning; how could you slander a young lady like that?
How do you know it's a young lady? It could be a ferocious Evil Ghost that knows how to sing!
