The mother of The cute ghost knelt on the ground, pleading in agony.

"Please... we were wrong, but the child is innocent, she's only three years old..."

"She could have grown up happily, like other children, and carried her backpack to kindergarten... Before she died, she saw other boys and girls carrying backpacks to kindergarten and always wanted to go..."

"That day, I even bought her a backpack, she was so happy, and refused to put it down all day long."

The cute ghost's mother cried harder and harder, her tears staining her blood-stained clothes even brighter red.

The cute ghost's father also knelt down, grabbing his own hair, "It's all my fault, blame me for everything, I'll take the blame..."

The two elderly Vile ghosts also knelt down, kowtowing incessantly, "We beg you; you can punish us however you want, but can you spare our granddaughter?"

"My granddaughter was very obedient before she died. She went with me to buy groceries, held my hand because she was afraid, I would fall, and offered to carry the groceries for me so I wouldn't get tired..."