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A loud shout echoed, and the White-Robed Woman suddenly soared into the air, thrusting a long sword directly into Chen Siyuan's chest before any of us could react.
In that moment, everyone fell silent. My mind buzzed, and it wasn't until Siyuan collapsed in front of me that I snapped back to reality.
"Siyuan! Siyuan! Siyuan! Don't scare me!"
Siyuan's body trembled violently. The Crown of Heaven seemed to explode, dark liquid gushing from her hair.
Rice screamed in terror, "Mommy, it's bad! The Soul Molding Water is spilling out!"
His shout sent a wave of fear through me. My hands were covered in the thick black Soul Molding Water, but Siyuan was a ghost; I couldn't just call a doctor. All I could think of was Su Anrong.
Shaking, I took out my phone to call Su Anrong when a shadow loomed before me. The White-Robed Woman pulled the sword from Chen Siyuan's chest and pointed it at me. "Who are you to raise ghosts?"
"I didn't raise any ghosts!" I had no energy to argue with her. Watching the Soul Molding Water gradually dry up, Siyuan felt lighter in my hands as tears streamed down my face. "She’s my friend; she came to help you. Why did you kill her?"
"She was already dead; what is there to kill?" The White-Robed Woman was beautiful, exuding an ethereal charm without any makeup, her natural grace evident. In her youth, she must have attracted many suitors.
"Sister, she has never harmed anyone! We came because we heard you were going to guide the Wraiths. But after you guide them, they go straight to the Underworld. We just want them to see their parents one last time before they leave!" I tried to persuade her.
The White-Robed Woman sneered coldly. "Nonsense."
"You’re talking nonsense!" Rice suddenly dashed in front of the White-Robed Woman, hands on his hips as he scolded her. "You can't do it yourself and then slander others—no wonder you're an old witch!"
The White-Robed Woman seemed not to hear Rice's insults but looked at him with curiosity. "Spirit Doll?" Then her gaze turned back to me, filled with deep scrutiny. Perhaps she couldn't understand why a mere human like me had both a ghost and a Spirit Doll by my side.
However, she could see at a glance that Rice was a spirit and not a ghost; it seemed she was quite perceptive.
"Master! Master!"
The parents who had been sitting together suddenly became chaotic. One parent clutched his throat tightly and collapsed to the ground, his face pale and ashen while his wife cried out for the White-Robed Woman.
With a cold snort directed at us, the White-Robed Woman flew over and pressed a talisman onto the man’s body. A dark shadow sprang from him, and he immediately fell silent.
I didn't have time to worry about them. I quickly dialed Su Anrong's number. "Garlic Paste, you need to come over right now. Siyuan is about to disappear!"
"What happened? Didn't you go to see your mother-in-law?" she asked.
"She was cursed by a sorcerer! Hurry up and get here!"
"Wheat, don't panic. I'm not in a position to come to your school right now. Can you describe the talisman?"
I took a closer look. Generally speaking, the characters on talismans are hard to understand, but to my surprise, I could read it at a glance.
"It's yellow and rectangular, similar to the usual talismans, but the characters seem to say 'Brain Blooms.' Seriously, can't a sorcerer take this more seriously when writing a talisman?"
"Don't worry, dear. This is one of the easiest curses to break. The person who placed the talisman doesn't really want to harm her. Just do as I say: first, find a piece of yellow paper, then write 'Head Return' on it with your blood."
"Are you kidding me?"
"I wouldn't joke about something this serious. Hurry and find that yellow paper!" Su Anrong's voice didn't sound like she was joking at all.
I had no choice but to hang up and search for yellow paper. The only way was to either steal or snatch it from that sorcerer's desk.
I beckoned Rice over. "Rice, I'll distract that woman for a bit; can you help me steal a piece of yellow paper?"
"Mommy, you don't need to distract her. I'll just go grab it," Rice said as he flew toward the playground.
"Wheat, don't worry about me; just take the Yin-Yang Connection Powder to them," Chen Siyuan said weakly, gripping my hand.
Something seemed off at the playground. The colors of those spirits were deepening as if they were being bewitched. They all started turning against their parents; some whispered something in their mothers' ears, causing them to scream while covering their ears.
Others crouched behind their fathers, slowly reaching out with long nails aimed at their eyes.
"Wheat, hurry up!"
I was pushed hard by her. Although I was worried about her, I still ran towards the playground with the Yin-Yang Connection Powder in hand, shouting at those ghosts, "Stop right there!"
Of course, none of the ghosts listened to me.
Instead, the parents looked at me in confusion, and the White-Robed Woman frowned, asking, "What exactly do you want to do?"
At that moment, the father, who was about to have his eyeballs plucked out by his own daughter, was completely unaware and was comforting his sobbing wife. I turned to the White-Robed Woman and asked, "Can’t you see those ghosts?"
"Why would I need to see them?"
I could hardly believe my ears. "You can't see them? Then how do you exorcise them?"
"I'm performing a ritual to guide them, not to exorcise them. Besides, I can sense their locations; knowing they're there is enough," the White-Robed Woman replied matter-of-factly.
"The person in the jacket—his daughter died wearing a checkered dress. She was about six feet tall and wasn't wearing glasses. Am I right?" This time, I was looking directly at that parent.
The couple stared at me in disbelief and nodded vigorously. "Young lady, are you Wan'er's classmate?"
The White-Robed Woman also paused her actions, surprisingly not angry that I had interrupted her ritual; instead, she looked at me with a smile and an expression of realization.
Rice took this opportunity to sneak away with a talisman.
Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, I quickly avoided her eyes and approached the couple. "She’s right behind you."
"Really? Wan'er! My Wan'er!" The mother suddenly turned around and burst into tears. The father struggled to hold back his own tears.
I felt reluctant to tell them the truth because of my presence; although the father's eyes were saved, Wan'er stubbornly reached out again—this time towards her mother—because her mother had also extended her hand in that direction.
"She wants to kill you. Did you all do something that made your child hate you? Why do they all want to kill you?" It wasn't just Wan'er; other children were also reaching out their demonic hands towards their parents.
The parents were initially shocked but soon began to scold me.
"Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Exactly, our relationship with Jiajia is really good, just like friends. How could she possibly want to harm us?"
"Our Junjun is the same; she has great grades and is especially obedient. She calls us during the holidays. What do you mean by saying that?"
"Get lost! If I hear you spouting nonsense again, don't blame us for being rude."
"Exactly!"
I couldn't believe these self-righteous idiots. I kindly warned them, and they responded with such an attitude. Fine, let them learn a lesson.
I gritted my teeth and sat cross-legged nearby. "Alright, I'm the crazy one. You all continue your rituals and see if this master can successfully guide your children."
The White-Robed Woman seemed to have some sense; amidst the parents' rising anger, she calmly approached me and gently asked, "Little girl, do you have the ability to see spirits?"
"I'm nearsighted," I replied curtly, noticing that Wan'er had disappeared, while her mother wore a strange smile.
The White-Robed Woman continued, "In this world, only less than one in a million can see ghosts, and among those, only one in a million can communicate with them. Which category do you belong to?"
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