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But...
Are there really ghosts in this world?
Just as I was lost in thought, my mother had already set the dishes on the table.
"Sweetheart, come eat."
During dinner, as I was about to pick up some food with my chopsticks, my mother suddenly snatched them away from me.
"Oh dear, why are you so eager?"
"The food has just been served and is still steaming."
"Wait for it to cool down before eating."
I felt a bit puzzled.
Although I usually do eat quite quickly, it wasn't like I couldn't hold my chopsticks steady.
Moreover, my mother always reminded me to chew slowly while eating.
Why was she telling me not to eat today?
I tentatively pouted, "Mom, I'm hungry. Can I eat something?"
To my surprise, she unusually refused, "No, you can only eat when the food has cooled down."
"If you're really that hungry, you can go to the drawer and grab a few cookies to tide you over."
After saying that, Mom fixed her gaze on me.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
Yet, there was no warmth in her smile.
On the contrary, her eyes held a hint of malice.
A chill ran down my spine.
In my memory, Mom had always been gentle and kind.
She usually spoke softly and treated me with nothing but affection.
But now...
I sensed that something was off.
But then I thought, perhaps I was overthinking it.
The person in front of me was clearly my mother, who had been by my side for twenty years!
There was no need for me to be so suspicious.
With that in mind, I tried to calm myself and spoke again, "Mom, I just want to eat the food you make."
"If you really won’t let me eat, then forget it."
As I said this, I lowered my head and prepared to eat from the bowl in front of me.
To my surprise, my mother swiftly snatched my bowl away.
At that moment, I could no longer maintain my composure.
I noticed that her hands were extremely cold.
A normal person's hands couldn't possibly be this cold.
Even ice taken straight from the freezer wouldn't feel this chilling.
After all, we had underfloor heating in our home!
I tried to speak in a calm tone, saying, "Mom, I'm really hungry."
"You won't let me eat vegetables, but at least I should be allowed to have rice, right?"
"If you don't let me eat soon, I'm going to get angry."
To my surprise, my mother replied in her usual cold tone, "No."
"You can only eat when the food has cooled down."
In that instant, I froze in place.
Is this really the mother I know?
How did she become so unfamiliar?
Recalling what Daoist Master Wu Xie had said earlier, I couldn't help but shiver.
Could it be...
That the person before me is not my real mother at all?
But rather Painted-Skin Ghost?
As I pondered this, I couldn't help but start to doubt her true identity.
Just then, the viewers flooded in with comments—
“Qian Qian, what's wrong with you?”
“Your expression is blank, your eyes are hollow.”
“It looks like you've been possessed.”
“Qian Qian, did you really encounter Painted-Skin Ghost?”
“I don't think Qian Qian looks quite right.”
“She must have come across something unclean.”
“Qian Qian, you need to think of a way out.”
“Otherwise, you're doomed!”
“Baby, what's wrong?”
“What are you spacing out for?”
My mother waved her hand in front of me.
It was then that I snapped back to reality.
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“You go ahead and do what you need to. I’ll just play on my phone for a bit.”
After saying that, I walked straight to the sofa and sat down.
On the surface, I was playing on my phone, but in reality, I was watching the comments in the live stream.
“Qian Qian, your mom’s expression seems off.”
“I’ve seen her videos; she’s usually so gentle.”
“Why does she look so scary today?”
“Qian Qian, you’d better run!”
“ Painted-Skin Ghost might really be at your house!”
“Qian Qian, don’t be afraid; we’re all here supporting you.”
"Keep it up!"
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