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I watched the barrage of comments, my anxious heart easing slightly.
Thank goodness.
Everyone believes in me.
I took a deep breath and sent a message to Daoist Master Wu Xie: “Master, what happens if you eat the Ghost Feast?”
Soon, Daoist Master Wu Xie replied—
“Qian Qian, you must never eat the Ghost Feast!”
“Those who consume the Ghost Feast will become completely subservient to the Painted-Skin Ghost.”
“They won’t even resist, even if their skin is being peeled off.”
“Moreover, once Human Skin merges with the Painted-Skin Ghost, it can sustain its human form for five years.”
“During these five years, the Painted-Skin Ghost won’t need to change skins.”
“So, you must find a way to escape!”
Reading Daoist Master Wu Xie's explanation, I couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Isn't the Painted-Skin Ghost terrifying?
Fortunately, I discovered it early.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!
I sent a message to Daoist Master Wu Xie: "Master, is there a way to break this?"
This time, Daoist Master Wu Xie replied quickly—
"Qian Qian, the best thing to do right now is to hurry to a crowded place!"
"The more people there are, the stronger the yang energy; ghosts fear humans."
"The Painted-Skin Ghost shouldn't act against you in public."
"Just run!"
After seeing Daoist Master Wu Xie's reply, I hurried to the door to change my shoes: "Mom, I'm going to the supermarket to buy some snacks and fruits."
My mom came out of the kitchen: "It's so late, what do you need to go to the supermarket for?"
"Let's just go tomorrow."
"If you really want a snack, I can go buy some for you."
With that, my mother walked up to me and gently pushed me, saying, "You should go back inside."
I took a few steps back and replied, "But Mom, I need to buy some sanitary napkins."
To my surprise, my mother said, "We still have some at home."
"Just go get them from your room."
"If there aren't enough, I'll buy more for you tomorrow."
At this point, I could no longer find an excuse to go outside.
Reluctantly, I sat back down on the sofa.
Just then, Daoist Master Wu Xie sent me another message—
"Qian Qian, besides not eating the Ghost Feast, there's another way to break the curse."
"You just need to sprinkle some salt on the food."
Reading this message made me feel a little relieved.
Everything is set now.
I have a way to deal with the Painted-Skin Ghost!
“Baby, it's time to eat.”
“The food has gotten cold, hurry up and eat.”
Mom finally called me over for dinner.
Before that, I made an excuse to go to the bathroom and took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen, secretly grabbing a handful of salt and hiding it in my palm.
When I returned to the dining table, Mom didn't start eating right away; instead, she quietly watched me.
Her gaze was deep.
There was a hint of something chilling in it.
I felt uneasy under her stare.
Could it be that this person before me wasn’t my real mom?
But rather, the Painted-Skin Ghost?
"Baby, why aren't you eating?"
"Is it that Mom's cooking doesn't suit your taste?"
Saying this, Mom picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of meat on my plate.
I suppressed the fear rising within me and forced myself to remain calm. "No, it's not that."
"I was just thinking about what TV show to watch later."
Upon hearing this, Mom finally put down her chopsticks.
"Baby, hurry and eat."
"Otherwise, you'll be hungry again later."
With that, Mom added another piece of meat to my bowl.
I was taken aback.
In the past, Mom never used to serve me meat.
She would always put all the meat in her own bowl and then tear off small pieces to eat.
She didn't like eating fatty meat.
Yet the "mother" in front of me...
My heart skipped a beat.
Perhaps I was just overthinking it.
This person in front of me was clearly my real mother!
I had no reason to be so suspicious.
With that thought, I picked up my chopsticks, ready to eat.
But just then, I caught a glimpse of the smile curling at the corners of my mother's mouth.
It was utterly strange.
I felt a jolt of alarm.
Oh no!
This was most likely a Painted-Skin Ghost!
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