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Recalling the moment when my mother turned around to continue cooking, I noticed she was wearing a turtleneck sweater.
It seemed quite strange to dress so warmly in the late autumn weather.
I hoped it was all just a misunderstanding.
But the words of Daoist Master Wu Xie lingered in my mind, refusing to fade away.
I tried to recall my mother's unusual behavior over the past few days, and suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—
I watched her busy figure, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
Daoist Master Wu Xie's words echoed in my head—
"There are large areas of peeling scars on the back of the neck."
Could it be that my mother really had wounds on the back of her neck?
Lost in thought, I quietly approached her from behind.
Step by step, I moved closer.
With each step, it felt as if I was following the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
Thump!
Thump!
Finally, I gathered my courage and swiftly lifted my mother's long hair to check the situation at her neck.
Nothing.
There was nothing there.
My mother jumped in surprise and turned to look at me.
"Oh dear, you scared me to death!"
"Why did you suddenly mess with my hair?"
Mom scolded gently.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.
It seemed I had been overthinking things.
Mom was still the same loving mother.
I hugged her and playfully said, "I'm sorry! I just wanted to tease you."
"Who told you to not let us touch your hair usually?"
"Mom, you're the prettiest!"
After saying that, I planted a kiss on her cheek.
Mom patted my head and laughed, "You silly girl, you're already grown up, yet you're still so mischievous."
"Luckily, you didn't blow air on my neck; otherwise, I would have been scared out of my wits!"
I wrapped my arms around Mom's neck and took a deep breath, but I caught a faint smell that was off.
Wait!
Mom is usually so clean.
She showers and washes her hair every day.
Her clothes are changed and washed daily too.
How could there be such a foul odor?
I began to doubt my own judgment.
Was I not paying enough attention just now?
Could it be that my mother deliberately concealed her wounds?
After this thought flashed through my mind, I began to hesitate again.
The netizens simply did not believe what I was saying.
"What is Painted-Skin Ghost?"
"This is all feudal superstition. I can't believe you, a college graduate, would actually believe such nonsense!"
"Exactly, what era are we in? Where would ghosts come from?"
"If you ask me, this is just Qian Qian trying to create a new gimmick to attract attention."
"But this is too explosive, isn't it?"
"Qian Qian, you don't look like you're acting."
"Could it really be true?"
"Is there really such a thing as ghosts in the world?"
"What ghosts?"
"Qian Qian, you're promoting feudal superstition in your livestream. Do you want me to report you?"
"Right!"
"This kind of talk shouldn't be spread; otherwise, you'll get banned!"
"Banned +1"
The netizens were chattering away, each with their own opinions.
Reluctantly, I had to explain again:
"Everyone, listen to me, this is really not a script."
"I don't even know how to explain it to everyone..."
Just as I was about to elaborate, the mysterious netizen appeared once more—
"Qian Qian, don't rush."
"If you really find yourself in this situation, you can try my method to test things out."
"Generally speaking, Ghost Feast should be allowed to cool down before eating."
"Because ghosts have no body temperature, they cannot digest hot food."
"You can use this characteristic to test your mother."
I stared at the message, lost in thought.
Indeed, the dishes my mother had prepared were all served after they had cooled down.
Could it really be as this Mysterious Netizen said?
Had my mother already been taken by the Painted-Skin Ghost?
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