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I quickly lifted my skirt, but she instantly retreated to the wall several meters away, her long fingers tapping on her phone as she deliberately muttered, "This woman is seducing the Lord Zunshang."
Before the word "send" could fully escape her lips, the air suddenly became thin. I felt as if the air behind me had exploded, causing my skirt to flutter. When my vision cleared, Su Anrong appeared before the Ghost Servant.
He held her phone in his hand, swiftly tapping to delete something before coldly looking at her and saying, "Liu Ruyan, do not mistake my tolerance for leniency. If something like this happens again, don't blame me for not being merciful."
What did he mean by "not being merciful"?
So this Ghost Servant was named Liu Ruyan. That name must have felt awkward with her previous appearance, but it fit seamlessly with her current self. Without makeup, her face resembled that of Lin Daiyu—delicate and fragile. However, once she was made up and combined with her personality, she transformed into a sharp-tongued young woman.
She seemed to heed Su Anrong's words well; despite her eyes betraying a desire to devour him, she obediently opened her mouth.
I quickly shifted my position for a better view.
To my surprise, Su Anrong stuffed the four-inch phone into Liu Ruyan's mouth. I could even see the glowing screen slowly sliding down her throat. At that moment, one thought consumed me:
Her throat is so wide that such a large phone doesn’t get stuck.
"A-Shang, I won't be able to answer calls anymore," Liu Ruyan said, reaching out as if to rest her hand on Su Anrong's shoulder, only to be met with his impassive evasion.
"Don't worry; I've set it to voice control."
Voice control? So Su Anrong expects her to just say "yes" to her stomach when a call comes in?
"But what if it runs out of battery?" Liu Ruyan said with a quivering voice.
"Then just buy a new one. You could also cut it open and take it out yourself."
Su Anrong, unwilling to look at him any longer, came to me and pulled me into his embrace. "Wife, were you scared?"
"I'm not that easy to scare." Although I was genuinely startled when Liu Ruyan posted the photo, I wouldn't admit it.
"Don't wear skirts anymore; they're easy to take off. You can wear them at night, though."
Su Anrong, could you not say these things in front of others?
My face turned as red as an apple. Su Anrong suddenly spoke to me gently, "Wife, give me the Jade Goblet."
So that's what he wanted. I immediately became alert and hid the Jade Goblet behind me. "No way."
"Be obedient. If you want, I can give you many more; just let me have this one first." He reached out his hand.
"Why should I believe you? If you had that many, you wouldn't need to become an internet celebrity."
"Becoming an internet celebrity is just to fit in and be relatable." Su Anrong kept his hand in front of me, showing no intention of pulling it back. "Holding onto that Jade Goblet won't do you any good."
"It would do you good if you had it."
"If you don't give it to me, that's fine; just break it, and the hospital might be able to restore it."
"Is that true? Why didn't you say anything at the beginning?"
"First, it was to make it easier for Chen Siyuan to catch ghosts. Second, I didn't expect her to use this to create an illusion; I never suspected her." Su Anrong's sharp gaze shot toward Liu Ruyan, who immediately shrank back, displaying the demeanor of a submissive servant.
"What does this Jade Goblet have to do with it?" I asked, examining the Jade Goblet from every angle. Aside from looking somewhat valuable, I couldn't see anything particularly special about it. Could it be something belonging to someone Su Anrong once loved?
My heart suddenly ached.
"You said if I drop it, I'll really drop it," I muttered. Would dropping it make him stop thinking about that person?
"Be careful; don't drop it on your hand." Su Anrong's words drew a resentful glance from Liu Ruyan.
I felt a twinge of reluctance, but the thought that this might belong to someone else's woman made me want to smash it into pieces. With a surge of strength, I brought the Jade Goblet down hard onto the table.
With a loud crash, the Jade Goblet shattered into three or four pieces. My money! It hurt so much! But soon, I noticed everything around me seemed to start changing. The dim light suddenly brightened, and Liu Ruyan let out a low cry before disappearing.
Outside the door, footsteps and voices echoed back and forth.
I breathed a sigh of relief but felt something was off. This illusion created by Liu Ruyan should not have been difficult for Su Anrong to break. The reason he hadn't done so initially must be because he wanted Chen Siyuan to catch ghosts. But looking at it, it seemed more like he was reluctant to smash the Jade Goblet.
Even after leaving the hospital, I couldn't figure this out, and Su Anrong had no intention of explaining.
That night was truly ruined by Zhang Mengdi; next time I see her, I must make her pay dearly.
Rice was very happy to see the five ghosts Chen Siyuan brought back and enthusiastically suggested turning them into jewelry or something else to give to Mama Qiao. The two of them spent the entire night discussing ideas without sleeping.
According to reliable sources, Mama Qiao has been at our school these past few days, so the next day, we hurriedly made our way there. I felt so nervous; it was like sending a daughter off to marry.
Today is also the last day of our five-day agreement, and everything hinges on this moment. If I can win over the mother-in-law, everything else will be easier.
Every corner of the school was adorned with White Radishes, each topped with three incense sticks and two candles. Such things were everywhere, and many places still had uncleaned Joss Paper scattered around.
This disaster had claimed the lives of thirteen students, with over a hundred others injured to varying degrees. In the center of the playground stood a large Execution Ground, where a woman in a white robe sat at the center. Surrounding her were about twenty people, many holding framed photographs of their deceased children—youthful smiles forever captured in those black-and-white frames.
I quickly stopped in my tracks and offered a brief moment of silence, wishing for the souls of the departed to rest in peace.
Chen Siyuan saw this scene and suddenly became teary-eyed. When she noticed me looking at her, she quickly wiped her tears away, trying to appear strong, which only made my heart ache more.
"Siyuan, if you want to cry, just let it out. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you cry freely," I said as I hugged her shoulder and gently patted her back.
She stood up with a smile. "I just didn’t let you see me cry. Rice, take the medicine you made for me yesterday and give it to them." Siyuan pointed toward the center of the playground.
It was then that I noticed there were thirteen students standing beside that group—not students anymore but thirteen spirits, both boys and girls. Their bodies were twisted and deformed; some had broken arms, others had half their heads smashed in, and some had broken chair legs sticking out from their chests. Their white uniforms were stained red.
But none of this was visible to their grieving parents.
The woman in the white robe could not hide her pain either; she chanted prayers for the tragically deceased students while tears streamed down her face. This scene tugged at my heartstrings too much.
One girl’s Wraith repeatedly tried to embrace her mother for comfort but could never reach her. Each failed attempt left her in tears as she knelt before her parents, calling out to them with no response.
"Aunt Siyuan, is this really how you plan to present yourself to your future mother-in-law?" Rice asked in confusion.
"I alone feel this pain that is clearly visible yet intangible enough. That's enough for me; I don't want them to suffer like I do. There are thirteen of them, and I am just one. Of course, I have to choose the many. You should go now."
"What did you all do last night?"
"Mommy, I spent the entire night merging several kinds of medicine with the souls of those five wild spirits, creating this Yin-Yang Connection Powder. But Aunt Siyuan wants to give it to those ghosts. Don't you think she's foolish?" Rice spoke so bluntly it could kill.
I understood what Siyuan meant; she would rather sacrifice herself than see thirteen others endure the same torment. She had never liked forcing others, and if it weren't for her desire to care for her mother, she would never have done something like this to pressure Qiao Lianjiu into marrying her.
Perhaps now she was given a chance to give up.
"Rice, you should listen to Aunt Siyuan."
After a reluctant "Oh," Rice handed the Yin-Yang Connection Powder to Chen Siyuan. Before she could say anything, a yellow talisman suddenly flew toward Chen Siyuan and stuck right on her forehead.
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